Poem 9

Breathe in Let goodness fill your lungs Let hope rejuvenate your body Let wonder enter your brain Breathe out Let hatred leave you lungs Let anxiety flood out of your body Let doubt exit your brain

8

Different looks and poisons Make your web, unique and mighty  Curiosity draws them near you Fear, or respect, run them away  Simple yet complex Perfect and flawed Irresistible and undesired  Daunting and appealing  Eight legs, one spider Real or fake is a powerful tike jj2017

The Broken Pact (9th hour)

Dear Daddy Long Legs, Why are you so intrusive? You have broken the pact And now you must meet your demise by my hands The Rules Read: Don’t cross into the bedroom Don’t get on the bed Never stare me down and jump at me…

The Spider of Eden

The Spider of Eden The spider of Eden With eight legs and a body Spins its web from north to south Blocks the gateway With its silken thread To match the mighty tarantula   Hour 9 @varenyas

Love at First “Light”

I did not become real until I spoke to your mother. I was a dream, a wish, a hope, a thought in your mind’s eye. When your mother spoke to me she gave me life.   When you met my parents and my cousin months ago,…

Kinte

I am Kinte, Ghanian by blood, related to Kings, divinely loved I am a Kinte Ghanaian you see,  Abrahamic kinswoman, royality I am a Kinte Abraham’s seed, roses, all creation is subject to me. I am a Kinte, I’ve been dragged through hell, my vision…

8 Lunch

We sit with our food, sharing it all sans hesitate. This little family I made. Alone is what I imagine alternate. I shrink back. The people who don’t want this I respect but do not understand. This is the only reason.

i saved you from a black widow

i saved you from a black widow sir i do not recall your name we hammered away on the doorframe and i saw it on your glove i yelled and you yelled and i smacked it away we were 4 hours from any hospital

“Nine – A Plea to the Nine Muses”

  Nine times I’ve watched the ancient, sacred hill, each time with more determination than before. I knew that if I would only stand there long enough, I’d see you come along. But mornings passed, then afternoons, and still, though I would praise your names,…

LOSING LOVE

love is more thicker than forget BY E. E. CUMMINGS love is more thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all…