khrishna grace

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Archive for the category “Poetry”

The Echo of Everything (For Paul)

There is no need for tears
No reason to grieve because
Now…
I…
See…

Your breath now belongs to the air that I breathe

Your smile radiates the morning sun

Your heart gives birth to unborn trees

And your hands fold the waves of the ocean…

There is no need for tears
No reason to grieve
Because
Now
I
See…

You are in the echo if everything…

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The Natural Way of Things (repost)

Just as the wind must blow
And the birds must sing,
The dancer must dance.

Just as the river must flow
And the bee must sting
The poet must write.

It is the natural way of things

Oh what fools these mortals be…

Trees never try to become bees
And moons never try to become raccoons
Yet painters stay in the disguise of dentists
And sculptors lay dormant in the cores of lawyers
Disturbing the natural order of things

Actors crush themselves into cubicles
Ties around their necks like nooses
Pianists fingers’ cut cuticles
As their bosses shout out abuses

And they constantly wonder why…
They aren’t happy…

Fish cannot breathe outside of water
And goats cannot fly into outer space
The story cannot exist without the author
The song cannot exist unless the musician plays

Yet for some reason…
We are the only creatures
Who’ve forgotten…

The natural way of things…

Just as the rain must fall
And the sun must rise
The dancer MUST dance…

Just as oceans must move to the mood of the moon
The poet MUST write

For it is the natural way of things…

The natural way of things…

Learning to Bloom (For Chris)

lean on my insides
let go of my father
sip on my food
and chew on my water
forgive every man being his daughter

breathe into each moment
as though it’s the only
smile at sinners
and tell them I’m home

take the hands that found themselves
on four year old’s privates
and wash them in love
so that they become silent

Forgive myself for the things I cannot change…
let every word that I speak be coated in Grace
let my shoulders fall
and my legs hang wide open
feel my soul exhale
as my fears become broken…

ensure my footsteps and handprints echo my words…
and sink my toes deeply into the earth…
see that I am the cause and the cure to my curse
and finally learn… to Bloom…

My Metrosexual (To be continued)

If you truly want to get rid of me
And I’m just not getting the hint
Just tell me you’re late for your manicure
And I’ll go running like the wind.
..

The Laws of Attraction

Somedays…I wonder…
If karma is real…
And if it is…
What Black people did to get here…
(nigga… nigga… nigga…)
What we do to stay here…

Somedays…
I wonder…
If the laws of attraction are real…
And if they are…
If entire nations…
Can attract genocide…

Somedays…
I wonder…
If there are 100,000 government officials…
And 300,000,000 American Citizens…
Who really has the power…?

At the Call of A Man (for Cara – love is yours)


I am a Black Queen…
My head is held high
And my brow is held mean
There’s a bump in my stride
And a beauty that’s deep
A touch that is strong
And a smell that is sweet…

However,
I seem to careen
Dip down from my throne
And succumb to my knees
When the little sweet-nothings he says
Drip with such ease
From the tip of his lips
That he licks
Just to tease me

I fall to his needs
I learn and I plot them
Place him at the top
As I scrape at the bottom
To bring him cigars
And my quality time
I just need to be needed
I couldn’t tell u why
I don’t just buy a dog or a cat
Or a bird that sings
There’s just a warmth in his presence
That they just can’t bring me

He sees me seeing him on the arms of others
He even shows me the ring he bought her
But he still comes back to me
And it’s his eyes not his voice that say
I’m still in his dreams

And I know I shouldn’t but I believe ’em
And I know I should but I just can’t leave him
And I know I’m too good but…

I am a stereotypical Black queen
Though my heart is tender
And my smile supreme
Though my head is held high
And my entrance is grand
Somehow I always fall to nothing
At the call of a man…

 

The Natural Way of Things

Just as the wind must blow
And the birds must sing,
The dancer must dance.

Just as the river must flow
And the bee must sting
The poet must write.

It is the natural way of things

Oh what fools these mortals be…

Trees never try to become bees
And moons never try to become raccoons
Yet painters stay in the disguise of dentists
And sculptors lay dormant in the cores of lawyers
Disturbing the natural order of things

Actors crush themselves into cubicles
Ties around their necks like nooses
Pianists fingers’ cut cuticles
As their bosses shout out abuses

And they constantly wonder why…
They aren’t happy…

Fish cannot breathe outside of water
And goats cannot fly into outer space
The story cannot exist without the author
The song cannot exist unless the musician plays

Yet for some reason…
We are the only creatures
Who’ve forgotten…

The natural way of things…

Just as the rain must fall
And the sun must rise
The dancer MUST dance…

Just as oceans must move to the mood of the moon
The poet MUST write

For it is the natural way of things…

The natural way of things…

Aaron’s Sax

 

Hanging his head down low

Saxophone sings sad, song, slow

The cut by sharp strings

Of sister violin

Bleeds blue notes

Of human sin

 

Streaks across silence’s blades…

Then dances atop silence’s grave…

 

Smooth..

Leaving open wounds

Through

Open windows

Slips tongue deep down

Drum’s throat

Holding note forever…

 

Blending guitar’s veins

Wrapped tight like chains

On bass’ beat

Making one sweet sound

 

Saxophone then digs down piano’s back…

A sensual act…

Then laughs…

 

In loneliness.

 

I Don’t Need Leaders

 

I don’t need leaders

I need lovers

Warm arms to remind me that I am at home

in my own

skin…

I need to know who I am

and where I come from…

Eyes to look into mine and tell me that I

belong here….

I don’t need laws

I need love…

 

Vulnerable

I am afraid…

Of leaving myself vulnerable to a man

Of placing my inner workings in the palms of his hands

Cuz when a man knows what makes a woman tick

He then knows how to tear her apart

And never again will I be a stone

On a trail of broken hearts…

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