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MAVENS

Raven Mavens perched atop lights
give luminous gems of wisdom and truth
They look down
not down to us
as we are up
down to see potential
We become those Mavens
whom no one knocks to ground
We stay firm in growth
moving to the highest crowned thrown
and rule what is ours
Raven Mavens
cobblestone will not crack under pressure
of those who walk righteous paths
lasting stone to hold under feet
mighty walks on fire and ice
Pick gems from your crown to place in hand of ones who tread behind
We rule this kingdom high atop ruins that may crumble beneath our feet.
Raven Mavens perched atop lights

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Ascent

 
We have wings
and
we’ve wasted time
Time unused for building one
up to heights
Taking flight to score the clouds
of our wildest dreams
Grasping that light that comes with flight
As my wings begin to waiver
you pull me close to your chest
let my head rest
As I tire
up
up
up we go
Higher
into our dreams
If your wings
get weak we take my left with your right
keep the air tight
and keep flight
Up
Up
Up
We can make this flight
see through those lightning dreams
The loudest and most electric
won’t keep us from flight
We have wings.

Visual Writes: Street Art Series, 003

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Photo: candylocs- 2016, Detroit, MI

CLASSIC

I knew this girl
She said
she said she didn’t care for music much
much?
I paused
I paused the beat in my head that kept my nod on point
point of the needle
spinnin vinyl
How could you not?
How could you not let music take you
sweep you away to ok
an ok that makes struggle a wonder
one hit wonder
I wonder what it’s like in silence
the silence of life and times
rhymes
I’ll find the need to go blind
before my mind loses all notes
They gather to melody that repeats it’s poetry
again and again
She said
she said she couldn’t concentrate
with lyrics buzzin as flies do
sweeping them away with bothered fingers and flicks of wrist
she insists
insists that all those words are made to distract
a distraction she has no time for
I sweep my fingers and flick my wrist
sweep away her words
her flies
An approaching drum swells
voices hum wells
oohs
ahhs
The song is back
I nod to the beat in my head
keeping the needle on point
spinnin vinyl.

Visual Write: Street Art Series


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Photo: candylocs-2016 Detroit, MI

The Coming

I walk to keep time on my side
Can’t bother to stop
for man on side
calling  for eyes to slide
their way
Women talking amongst
loudly
for eyes to slide
their way
Wind rushes to find spots
to slip
underneath tight coats
Still
blistered faces
wait for sun
Not soon enough
Impatient
Gray springs to life
in these days of light
Buds poke only to hide out
Just one more day
Spring is coming.

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First trip

First trip to real

to realize there’s no end to this life of reason

First trip to a space

a place of unordinary.

Displacement

Noise

Push to new future.

Focussssss…mind creeping to

Dont’ let it in.

She’s not there

She’s not coming back

Waiting

Waiting for her

as she waited for you.

Missed chances

Slow advances

Too slow to catch before the break in fall

“I’m not coming back.

I must find me.

I find me and find

I find the love I need to be

the you

the you I never knew.

I never knew

I never knew the you needed for growth of us.

What you choose to lose

is the me you thought you knew.

This pain comes from emotion.

It’s emotion

guiding choice to loss

I choose to lose

the place I know

I knew the you with me

I can’t see

I must find me

I find me and find

I find the love I need to be

the you

the you I never knew.

To Dream

“It’s the twisting of the knife that matters most, that’s what gets them…the twist of the knife. But please, please fulfill your desperate thirst for the dream with no consideration of ones around you because it is, in all, about you and nothing else. Oh! To be a true artist; opportunity blessings indeed! To lose mind and self for artistry is the true gift of human genius and indulgence! Continue on this path of discovery and see where the light takes you. The cold of the impenetrable wall or vast creativity? We shall not know until we try.”