"The Desolation of Uncertain Love"

"The Desolation of Uncertain Love"

She was forbidden
Her love a mantra Of indecision
Her smile a subtle glimpse
At the unknown
Mysterious....

She was the apple of
Many eyes
While only having I's
For me
Too blind to see that She cried from smiling eyes
Wise and crafty
I prided my self with her Fluids, her seduction Her intuitive nature...
She seemed to
Have a palm on the future
Her movements
Forever calculated
Slick and cunning
With an unsurpassed Guide to erotic love
Often psychotic love
Sometimes robotic love
Like it was a job type love
Or something
And for some reason I had to have her
I had to possess her
To control her actions
As if I could rule her like
Cyrus
Ruled the Persians
She would yield to my Every whim
And then
Like any civilization that has grown Decadent
She crushed me.
My love was left to ruin
Like the ancient city of Pompei
My thoughts of her Still lingering
My every desire Was a wall with
Carvings of her endeavors
Stories of our conquests
Decorate the facade
Her lust Still my ambition
Her words
Still an echo
My soul
A conundrum
Still waiting for a solution
Why did I love her so?
@UrbanVoodoo

“Inking Jazz”


My ink spills
Insight upon Body like Water
bathing Freshness Washing away
The dirt of illusion
And false conclusions
Mentally abusing Leaving bruising ...
And scar tissue
The scar tissue
Heals with thoughtful
Strokes and thought provoking
Quotes Making brilliance
Omnipo-
Tent[s] like
Past realities
That formulate Ideas and inclinations
So much fascination with Exotic origin
Original man
Like original sands of
Sahara We seek legacies
Stolen And these words
Become ocean And lake
And river Leading to streams
And mountain passes
Reminiscent of Atlas
And Kilimanjaro
I have seen ages And epochs
De oxyribo nucleic acid strands
That span across galaxies
See we
We are what is and was
Because We are
No need for puny explanations
dwarfed by my story
Who ever knew the we…
We were Pharaohs and deities
Mapping Pleiades we
Be the epitome of truth
Foretold Behold my journey
I have walked upon water with
Wisdom I have walked upon water with wisdom
And they still want to define me
Spiritually bind me
To pages even though ages and ages
Testify to the jazz that is me
 I carry sound vibrations called rhythm interpreting visions
And wave forms
I was born of stardust and Heat
The angels Beat Nyahbinghi drums
See we create sound
In the corpses of dying
Stars becoming black holes
Jazz is the Sol of our Ancestors
Speaking through brass trumpets
And trombones X and Y chromosomes
Birthed from 12 moods Like twelve moons
Just ask Yo mama
And she will teach you gumbo recipes Of Dizzy and Sachmo
Taj Mahal and Coltrane She will regurgitate Count Basie
like eagle feeding young I am merely thinking
Inking jazz notes
On altered scale
Augmented On the 7th cord
Watch me chase Saxophone with 4-bar phrases
I am percussion
Inking insight upon body
Like water bathing freshness
I am jazz Yeah... I am jazz