ves·per  (vês´per) n. <L> 1. evening; eventide  2.  an evening prayer service, etc.  3.  the evening star, Venus
VESPER'S FLOW

FLOWING LIKE A RIVER OF LIGHT
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by shonneky langham
i perpetrate the biggest fraud i aint real with me / i give you everything inside and still you choose to sleep/ on all i am and what i be and the crown upon my head / so i choose to diss you graciously and love myself instead/ when i focus sight on heaven's sky i truly start to breathe/ for in this dazzling stratosphere i feel myself fly free/ i ask God to forgive you for you know not what you do/ and i know this thang fa gotdamn sure you know not what you lose/ may your path be filled with victories; of you i think no lessor/ this advice i give with all my heart baby always say your vespers/

yes, u did
last night u used words i didn't know until u spoke them n2 existence/ intracranial peregrinations i followed with an embarassing lack of resistance/egregious my blunder i admit but i wouldn't change a thing if u pulled me asunder i would do the digging u r the ssssshhhh to my it/u dig?/ a fresh cache i transformed into/a peculiar paradox i thought/ u opened up my closed flute and out blew a purple amethyst new way of living thinking loving outside of the box and/ u/ never/ touched/ me/ no need 2/u changed me king/yes, u did

Thoughts
WE SPEND ENDLESS IN UNRECAPTURABLE MOMENTS LOOKING FOR WHAT IS RIGHT INSIDE. SEE THE TRICK IS NOT TO FIND SOMEONE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH BUT SOMEONE TO TRIGGER THE SHIT.  STOP LOOKING AROUND THE CORNER FOR IT TO COME RUNNING DOWN THE STREET TO JUMP IN YOUR RIDE AND MAKE YOU COMPLETE WHEN ALL U GOT 2 DO IS LOOK INSIDE. IT IS SOMETHING YOU WERE GIVEN WHEN THE SEED WAS PLANTED WHEN THE IDEA OF YOU WAS CONCEIVED BY THE ALMIGHTY.  BUT BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO BUSY SEEKING THE FOUND AND CONFUSION U COMPOUND, THE OBVIOUS  CONFOUND, U THINK U R LOST. WHAT A CROSS TO UNNECESSARILY BEAR; SEARCHING FOR WHAT AIN'T LOST, WHAT WAS ALWAYS THERE. I SWEAR.

just mad
ya'll call me weak cause eye say eye have no issues with getting on my knees for my King but eye say let me be cause eye know he would do it 4 me ya'll just mad cause eye go to bed every night with a direct descendant of royalty make me see all kinda visions of past splendor swirls of purple passion and kente gasms chasms and chasms of ebony ecstasy being sucked inside of me gladly surrender ya'll just mad cause i wake up with the ceremonial drumbeats pulsating inside of me sand beaches cerulean seas unadulterated glee and u have the audacity to ask me why eye kneel please feel what eye feel and you will lose that stiffness in your knees you will see what eye mean eye bend my knees cause eye be a queen and eye have no doubts where my rightful place be beneath around beside on top in front of my King whenever wherever he need me to be and if it be on my knees then so i bend and happily be.....

pillow talk
why dream if it seems that none of my dreams can surpass the opening of my eyes and become realized?  why even open my eyes if all i desire, all i hope to acquire, all i aspire to be is found intracranially?  but then i open my eyes and see you and them and i forget REM because all my dreams are realized
daily

seeing stars
N*GG* IS A DERIVATIVE OF N*GG*R WHICH IS DERIVED FROM N*GG*RDLY WHICH IS SYNONYMOUS WITH IGNORANT SO WHEN I CALL YOU N*GG*  I AIN'T DISRESPECTIN' THE RACE BUT MERELY SPEAKING FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE FROM DEALING WITH YOUR IGNORANT *SS WHO HAS ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO BE WEARING THE MELANIN CLOAK OF KINGS, KINGS WHO WERE THE WALKING EMBODIMENT OF "BLACK MAN" UNDERSTAND  N*GG* WHEN I CALL YOU N*GG* I AM SPEAKING OF THE DISREGARD OF THIS QUEEN, DEFAMATION OF THIS  LOVE, THE LYING THROUGH YOUR CROOKED BARE TEETH, THE BELIEF THAT TO DECEIVE WAS THE ONLY WAY TO SUCCEED IN PLANTING YOUR EMPTY SEED IN THIS FERTILE EARTH, FOR ALL IT'S WORTH, MY HEART BLEEDS WHEN I CALL YOU N*GG* BECAUSE YOU ARE ALL I'VE GOT AND YET ARE ALL THAT I DO NOT NEED BEGGING FOR THE ALMIGHTY TO SUPERCEDE WHEN I IMPEDE FOR A CHANGE THE NEXT TIME WHEN I CALL YOU N*GG* PROVE ME A LIE SHOW ME THAT I AM THE TRUE NIGGA THAT WHAT STATISTICS, MEDIA, AND 'THEY' SAY IS ALL PART OF THE PROPAGANDA THAT YOU ARE THE FLESHLY MANNA AND INDEED YOU ARE WISE PLEASE KING MAKE ME OUT THE N*GG* ALMIGHTY HEAR MY CRIES I PRAY
OPEN MY EYES

STORE-BOUGHT BISCUITS
thought if i loved u just right everyday you would stay if i learned how to make homemade biscuits and kept the house super clean remembered to send your Mom a birthday card with your name signed to it dressed like Mr. Jones wife (got to keep up) and always use correct grammar except when we were around your family because then it would appear i was a snob and worked at a socially acceptable job i hate but after all it is socially acceptable (remember the Jones') and always pretended i got mine even though i was somewhere else and praised when u did what the man of the house supposed to do any damn way u were doing something especial even took it so far as to pretend to sound sad after u called to say u weren't coming home anymore because i don't know how to 'preciate a real man when he is staring right in my face tried not to laugh when u moved all your things to really drive your point home dragging your prized fishing pole and dropping your beloved tackle box while letting me know it was all my fault tried to look browbeaten when i had to pull two jobs because u were through getting used and they weren't your kids anyway and since i think i am all that i can pay all that and then some and i was going to fall flat on my face 'cause here i was buying store bought biscuits, leaving dishes in the sink, starting my own bidness, talking about self-affirmations and God when we all know u are the only one i could ever call savior, and growing filthy locs that look just dreadful and who the hell wants or needs a woman like that anyway?
ME
     © C.Stanley 1998

LITERARY LINKS
NubianPoets.com
PoeticallySpeaking.net
WritersandPoets.com- one of my personal favorites
DefPoetryJam.com

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