frOM mY aSHEs... a pOeT?

[photograph courtesy of  Denise Harris ] love is... so subtle... so slick... so seductive... and so... difficult to see if you... only use your eyes. its like... watching a black ant... shifting through the shadows... as it... circles a black rock... it will often escape your sight. love will... sneak in... pillage and... plunder ALL!... of the chambers of your heart... then... disappear like a... thief in the night... the only reason you'll know it was there... is because... something is... missing! Hey! where did my... ability to reason go? where did my individuality disappear to? how come I... cannot think... about anything except... U! U see? love is a highwayman... laying in wait upon life's many paths... like a... nascent... narcissistic ninja... who... comes to assasinate lonliness and... gets all up... in ya... who takes no prisoners and... accepts no quarter... love lies in wait... constantly changing... flavors and... shape. to a woman ex...

she said,... "your words change everything"... but it is SHE... who has changed ME! if our bodies were... in close proximity... or as... intimately connected as... our spirits... we would... probably be making... babies. still... transcending time and... space... merging the energies of... sunshine and... wind... we give birth to... poetrees... with... talking leaves... special effects of this... sun and moon. mother earth and.. father sky... seek to be in tune and... our concepts conceived build... bridges... from here... to eternity. conscious beings... gifted with... imagination... SHE visits ME... in my sleep and... WE... dream together! new realities and... new worlds where... individuals are... free! free to love... two love... beyond form. see... my mother earth.. is the... ultimate deejay! as SHE spins... on her axis... turning tables and... flipping scripts... mixing and... merging magical... harmonies. SHE... cause me to... DANCE! to a....

have i ever told you how much i love the cycle of the seasons? you should see them where i live [see the four seasons from my perspective!]. In winter its like your surrounded by a crystal forest... the trees are covered with ice, sometimes so heavy that you can stand outside and listen to branches giving way to the weight of the ice... CRACK! like wooden thunder. hmmm... the sound of SHE... bearing the weight of life as it develops deep with her BEing. you know the life is there but you can't see it. it's trapped... becuz the earth and sun have not inclined themselves towards each other in a harmonious manner. i can feel her, but... i can't... reach her. spring... can i... begin to reawaken the hibernating mother... the sleeping goddess, and all of the life that has been gestating within her womb causing it to... reveal itself to me... again! like the Creator is playing peek-a-boo with creation... ha ha ha... now you see me... now you don't! the sun and the ea...

[photograp courtesy of Caterina Ravaglia ] a gentle flower... growing wild... i... stopped to smell her... scents as they... rose... like... an olfactory phoenix setting my... senses aflame this... mother of all flowers. meditating... under the same tree where... an apple landed on my head alerting me... to the gravity of the situation... her centrifugal attraction keeps me... revolving around... her... grounded by... her... "BE"ing. i will storm the gates of eden if necessary... cuz... tending her flower bed... is my destiny. there is absolutely no need to warn me... of trees and their... fruit. don't you know? i've never really been into apples... eve... vive... shakti... whatever you want to call her... SHE... on the other hand... may find herself... on the menu! as love devours the UnIverse. frOM mY aSHEs... a pOeT? by Olusanya Bey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported ...

I was at a family reunion the first time I heard the term "hard-head" as a general reference for men, didn't quite understand it at the time. Unfortunately today I understand the term fully, because I have lived it repeatedly, often hurting those very dear to me in the process. No wonder Masons seek to subdue their passions... a passionate man can be a danger to himself and others. Someone told me that they are glad to see a man who gets it and can write about it. Too bad I only seem to get it... after the fact. her smile is the most beautiful poem i have ever read, her souls music is silent, yet... it's harmonies sound throughout my BEing how foolish was i not to realize that... love can only be fulfilled... when we do not trap it with our emotional needs. see... love comes to bring pleasure, but... desire comes to create pressure and... i thought i was stronger than this, but my... fear of losing love... or... of love dying... gave birth to posses...

"mind the gap between the platform and the train." she said she was... tired... thinking too much... anticipating... dreaming... dreaming manifesting... going back east to... take care of her grandmother who... always took care of her. "mind the gap y’all"... "mind the gap"... means... "goodbye"... in england... in beijing, china it's... "won chi ba." sometimes in life you can't... tell if your... coming or going and... life has a funny way of... putting us in the right place... at the ... right time, even... if we don't always get it. she said she met someone special last night, and... sometimes you... meet people in the... strangest places, yet... they seem so familiar! "mind the gap y’all" between... where you're coming from and... where you're going... you see... our destination is reached... in the moment we... stretch our imagination and... ask for love... you ...

[photograph courtesy of  Denise Harris ] as she lay sleeping i... watch the... dream of this world through the... five windows of my mind but... my senses have been overwhelmed by the... sense of... you. now... what's a poet to do? how do i... write a poem that... makes sense? see... i remember those... long midnight walks along... the banks of the nile, that i though were... past... how meeting you has... once again made... ancient memories... present... but... tense. why didn't you wait for me... this lifetime? the moment we met i... looked into your eyes... saw reflections and... recollections! ...of love and... surprise... as you realized... you... were reading my mind! we may not understand it, but... its crystal clear... we recognized the... tie that... binds... our... bodies and.. souls... across... lifetimes. its at... times like these i... find words ineffectual... to explain this experience, perhaps... i should start practicing... ...