the matter of black lives

by dscribe1, posted in #BLM, justice, Poetry, Uncategorized

We breathe heavy,
Asthmatics gasping thin air.
Drape, tired mourning clothes, over whipped shoulders,
Weighed down by the ever
increasing weight
Of your
Fear,
Privilege,
Greed,
Morality,
Ego,
Imagined superiority,
Blue on Black wall of silence…
How great is thou
Murderous intent,
to undo
the God you forced on us?
To control,
Corrupt,
Make complict our demise-
while,
We walk in our ragged,
Soleless shoes,
Polished to a high shine
In reflection,
For embracing non-violence
In the light of your fight
Rubbing blistered toes
-Exposed
On the sidewalk of your false foundations,
Embibing in your rank stories
Of our crimes,
Nature,
Bloodlines,
very Being.
Just the justification
For devils to act.
You should talk…
Like everything,
You do it better…
Lie.
Are born to it…
Malign.
Take to hate like
A duck to dark water.

~D.E ’20

Jewel

by dscribe1, posted in Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized, Writing

Seeing you
For the first time
Unfiltered,
Unaltered,
Raw,
Unaware of your power
To inspire
Love,
that moves mountains,
Change,
that alters the course
of rivers, deeply scored into rigid earth,
Reignite a
heart,
Staggered by daggers
and swords
To beat a new message forth…
Seeing you for the first time
Is a moment of recognition,
The fervant phasing thru body of
Lifetimes
Into a solitary infusion point of
Rebirth
I have loved you before,
Now,
Forever.
Without a word spoken…
I am seeing the necessity of
This calamitous condition of unearthing
Self worth,
Raising eyes,
And expectation
That I might gaze beyond
The minute world,
Look up
And discover you
My universe…

~D.E.

Mirage?

by dscribe1, posted in Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized, Writing

I have been trying to hold
Water
In my left hand,
Bear this life giving essence
Through
Our desert.
-Reach you
With the raindrops I have found pooled
Beneath a rock.
Somewhere, nothing so precious should be left worth saving,
 -in barren land
But, from the moment I saw you
there
praying,
in the sand
Crying out for the storm
to bless you,
I was moved to Purpose
Pressed to gather my weariness
About me,
Craft,
a divining rod with the breastbone of my chest…
I was withering here with Wait
My own thirst
Buried low,
Beneath a dune, of long ago dried promises-harsher than the endless sand,
My singular gift left     useless
That is
Until 
God said,
Look,

Fire

~D.E.

Reaching You

by dscribe1, posted in Fools for love, Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized

Already there,
Already aware,
That some love changes things
-calculated ripples ring
Through space and time
Already know
the day
When you and I
have become…
Soft, this place with you
Safe, this space
where words confessed bear fruit,
Heal wounds,
Present days break through
-Past
Trust issues
-Life adjusts for truth
This is the good place.
And, I
find us,
In the only way I could-
With you, Always…

~D.E.  ’19

Remembering Stonewall

by dscribe1, posted in LGBTQ, Pride March, Uncategorized

They should put warnings on these things,
Or, at least, expiration dates
Old warriors are a rarity
And, causes are really for the young,
still enthusiatic about small change in spurts and stops.
And, whose feet haven’t known weary…
We old Kings and Queens of the ball,
Drag out dollar bill glitter, for the backwork, like grandmother’s
good Girlfriends
“Here baby, go get yourself some candy or something…liberating”

We’re rooted in our moments
Mostly,
Glad for progress but, not so much
long drinkers, partying all night
in glorious rebellion…there is no guest list…ANYMORE!

Now,
We deem ourselves, FREE-to-be-Finally!
-At home
In our custom-made safe spaces
-Living
Across the street from hypocritical stalkers, in glass houses…
We both eye stones in our gardens
While doing tai chi
On the lawn, each morning,
Screaming mantras
Across the void
Let he who is without…!!
-in yoga pants.

Not that our growing pains
Have all scarred over and healed
-I feed my first love flowers from time to time,
Wishing for that dance,
In front of the popular prom crowd.
I would have kissed you
Right there, if I had to do it, again…
And, even when the rainbow Converse
Hang, laces tied, with PRIDE,
over the chair, on your back porch

Silence still equals death for us…

We remain bound to watch the clocks,

-Monitor the movement

Because some know-it-all with
God intentions is always coming to turn the hands back
To the good ol’ days…

For who? For what?

Selling that street corner lie, common law wife by your side
Equal time on the soap-box, huh?
Malining my love for how we…
Enough!

I/we/he/she/them
have come too far now,
To allow you to
Account for our lives, mine…
Like it’s your right
On the other side,
When I’ve been living my own
Opening arguments OUT loud!

We are ALL winging this
And,
Confidence is, two-sided belief
And ego driven
cast down in a cement mix of perspective…

I claim my blessings with
distance
And rainbows,
too many of them to be coincidence
-Understand this
No one loves
A warrior more than the ones without
one
So, someone must
Always, get up, out of their comfort
Step forward
out of the closet
To
Dispel the myths
-Insist
That this is, the only
True “choice”
That exists
And, then the old ones
Can give up
Ghosts
That we may have our own Saints
Marsha or Sylvia
Harvey,
And Matthew, too young…
to call on,
Because we
are the kind who recognize battlelines in bar fights
Are often moved along-
But, they are seldom erased from necessity
We carry on…
We carry on…

~D.E.  ’19

Happy World Pride, NYC!!! Celebrate LOVE, Embrace BeYOUtiFULL you-someone needs your example, Radiate your RAINBOW!

Sunday Love Notes…

by dscribe1, posted in Fools for love, Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized, Writing

So, it’s the Memorial Day weekend and while I am taking some time out, I want to also take a moment to THANK our active duty, former military service members, and the families of our fallen heroes. It takes tremendous strength and courage to do what you are called to do, in general-not everyone does or can heed the call. But, to take up the challenge of military service carries some other level willingness toward sacrifice-that makes you special. So, I for one, appreciate you!! Thank you, for your courage and your service!

That said, as I was prepping this post and thinking I would just go with the standard poem, I literally came across a song that seemed particularly apropos…take it as it resonates.

Me, I’m just validating the love is real…

Music link after the poem (do check out the lyrics on this one)…

LEAPING for Love

Being
Thisclosetoyou
Is
Standing
On the edge
Of the world
Before God
created round,
Surrounded on one side
by all that is earthly, miraculous,
New
And Yes,
God, Yes!
Beautiful…

To my left,
I might step
Into
Firmament,
Weight-less-ness,
Lost gravity
in
Empty space.
Would this place take my
breath away, too?
as I drift
In starlight
and deafening silence?

The unknown makes me afraid.
-Newborn
I am unfamiliar with
Life
Or
Death

Yet…

as this morning
-Breaks
I am light on all sides
Free to possibility…

Feet in place,
Eyes closed
I wait-
just on the edge-
Ready for the new wind
To lead me…

~D.E.

Emeli Sandé-Extraordinary People *copyright* (YouTube)

 

Writer’s Block

by dscribe1, posted in LGBTQ, Poetry, Soulmates, Spirituality, Travelers

Wandering girl,
You begged me to tell your story,
Because you said you could just tell by the look in my eye,
that I loved you..
Could do justice to-all of your regrets…
So,
everything exceptional
about you
I wrote down in black and blue sentences
inside my weathered journal.

You said you liked the way
I lay you down,
Then turned around and
tried to lift you up,
off paper…
Some kind of, snake charming, flute
Player, you said.
Hypnotising,
Something exotic
With your craft
I liked that…
And then, sometimes
When you wanted to
You danced for me, too
Like you did with all those other conquests
That didn’t last…

You would never do that to me, would you, Beautiful? You asked.

My eyes were always on you, while you
Gave away those old stories with your
Body Sway
We stayed locked in the trance, though
Making childsplay
Of something deadly…
You and me
Always caught
Split seconds between song
And silence…
Maybe, a Cobra’s strike
I should have known better…

These days
The music and my pen lie motionless,
There isn’t much room at the bottom of the page, anyway.
So, I’m left with an incomplete story…
Besides that,
I never did ask you your name
And, you never gave it-Beautiful.

~D.E