Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Mine and Yours

My hustle,
Different from yours.

I never,
Slang dope,
On the street corner.

Went to my 9 to 5.
Stayed doing me.

WHen the chips fall,
It's all on me.

People ask me,
I believe in whast I do.

They deserve a chance.
They took a chance with me.

I'm repaying the favor.

Everyone needs a hand.
I just so happen,
To give all ten toes,
Ten fingers.

All while standing before the executioner.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Board Games

Because I wasn't into playing games.
You took what you knew,
Threw it out your car window.
Replaced with what you heard.
Now I'm fighting for a position,
That I'm not sure I want.

You heard I was a playboy.
I never played you.
Quick to jump to plan "C".
Baby, you and I were barely,
Settled on plan "A".

That bird sat on your shoulder,
And chirped away.
That bird, neglected to tell you,
I treated it just like a bird,
Well more like a pidgeon.
Calling it like I see it.

As time tick tocks away,
Sitting here,
Putting my effort,
Into something,
I could never love as my own.

Life Sentence

This is what life looks like.
Sped up at full blast.
Kissed the fool,
Nod my head,
Zipped up my coat.

This is what life looks like.
When nothing else matters,
Tried to play it off,
But my hand still hurts,
From writing this poem.

This is what life looks like.
Starry eyed and love crossed.
Paint it blue,
Only to realize we all bleed red.
Feet on the ceiling.
Hand on the doorknob.

Life is a dandelion field.
Pick one,
Pull the petals,
Everything matters.

Will you walk in my field?

This is what life looks like.......
When life happens.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Tongue kissing God

Have you ever been kissed by God? Passionately(tongue, lips, etc.)? Or are you one who simply condemns God to the realm of the invisible? When do you feel most comfortable? When do you feel most loved? Perhaps it is the warm embrace of your lover or in the assuring touch of your mother. Perhaps, like me, you have likened this person to God in your life and realized that God was loving you through them. Or maybe you don't believe in God. Cool. Here's a simpler question: Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing thousand fleshy envelops filled with the essence of your passionate being then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again- the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love, and maybe eve that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstances, and understanding.

-Saul Williams