Until the Beautyful Ones are born
I will mine the cavernous
folds of the mind
being mindful to examine
the sociological seed
enriching each root
aware
that I have oft before
suckled the bitter fruit
of malformed intentions.
NaPoWriMo 19:30 ~ Before Beautyful
by The AOMuseNaPoWriMo 18:30 ~ Temperament
by The AOMuseOrange you glad
I am ticking Clockwork
inspecting the mechanized
mainspring
to ensure its coil
not be wound too taut
beyond
all sensible measure
someday this drum
could snap its sprocket
and send the whole
predictable weight of me
collapsing
upon whatever
available ground
is within range
but I am ticking clockwork
whom would not advise you
test the strength of its cord.
Ebb Of Flow
by The AOMuse
tides
want
of wishes
washed
ashore
life is a beach
bum
wanting more
sliding
out to ocean
adjoining
liquid mass
return
at daybreak
backward
creeping
crab
crawl for shells
abandoned
in salt and sand
life is a beach
in rising tides
I stand
speakingtonooneinparticular!
the aolivesonbloodandwater
Echoes from the Eye of the Storm
by The AOMuse
I control my nature
I am in control of my nature
So when I see storms upon my horizon
When I see my nature rising
I beat back the blackened wind
With the piercing yellow ray of redemption
Confess my childish sin
And recognize myself as a man
Who must choose the road less traveled.
Lest the storms overtake my town
And drown away my last living rays
Of quiet light
Replaced
By endless night
When the storm is come.
averageblackmale!
the aoisnodifferent
The Mystery of Life Pt. 1
by The AOMusewe are all born with little to no preparation for this thing called life it is that which is simply thrust upon us with a break from our watery world and a bright jolt of light followed by some very extensive physical violation by people called doctors by this world so begins our introduction to this thing so aptly called life from the old english life meaning continuance and perseverance we are pulled from those wonderful wombs which have reared us for what might have been to us an eternity before we were introduced to this world’s concept of time and suddenly we are asked to adjust to being placed in this continuum but we do not adjust we simply grow older and wiser to the ways of maneuvering within something we do not ever truly understand we grow maladjusted pursuing all that this world directs us to pursue tailoring our interests within the boundaries of what this world deems acceptable we cloak ourselves in mist and shadow never truly experiencing the deepest degrees of who we are occupy our time with those base survival needs identified in maslow’s hierarchy when we finally seek self actualization it has most often been motivated by the realization of our own mortality which offers no real insight into the knowledge of god and self at all because such knowledge is sought after out of a purely selfish purpose…end rant for today
echo back from an old live space posting
the ao(gotthought?)
I Hate You So Much Right Now
by The AOMuseWait. Wait. Wait. Hold the phone. Did she say that she wrote this after visiting a website where everyone was spewing their venomous insight on why they hate Jill Scott. I wish more artists had as fluid a method of analyzing their emotions as this one. All things have their root in a context of creativity if we are willing to visualize past the present moment. If this is where you go from hate, I have some rough drafts of some very acidic hate mail that I need to send your way. The haters must be stewing in the juice of their own mediocrity right now.
I can’t stand you! Always Gettin’ In My Way and throwing Honey Molasses on my plans. I Think It’s Better that you never Cross My Mind cause you won’t be experiencing any Love Rain. I will take A Long Walk to Philly and get down like Whatever and when I leave, I will be Golden. (Come on girl, you know I was just playing, right?)
SpreadLove!
The AOIntelligent
