I went to bed curled up in emotions, tearing through my spiritual armor,
beating my brain to resistance. But still couldn’t resist the images my
eyes rolled across the darkness. We fear submission and resistance,
squinting in the blue hue of the room where I learned of my frailty.
falling limp in the street, curses over dead bodies and mourners
Tear through any moral fabric we were stitched in.
Can a child of God overcome when
complexion places its foot on our neck forcing us to recognize
the various colors of dirt we were born into?
And sometimes, even the act of loving self seems impossible.
Dipped in darkness slipped through the cracks, stairs creek,light reflected off screens begins to snatch the eyes, smother the soul.
Before hands touch, before spirits are crushed underneath foot.light signals are picked up.Feet shuffle to bed under sheetsto wrap temptation with love.
Far out of reach from being capable of ever overcoming and becoming anything real.
Easy to revolve imaginations through doors of the mind,
free thought as novacane, numb enough to fall through cracks into a recycled state.
Love that never matures, hanging on to too many memories.
Drive with caution now
Veering into traffic may
Reveal truths of hearts.
Jumping into lakes
as deep as promises made
with blind hearts and lust.
Roses rolled up in closed fists
Fitting for another quiet dinner,
The menu for apologies.
Torn patterns of remorse.
We both remember what we fought for
We both remember times when
War made sense.
Tonight we watch tears fall in vain.
We’ve come to a place unfamiliar
To both of us,
All the while spectators boast
About how far we’ve come.