Kind Words

Jay Johnson Jr. in “Contemplating” photographed by H.Reigns

How hard is it to speak a kind word

To someone in need?

Especially if they are in a situation,

That is a duplication 

Of one of your own?

Would it have made a difference to you

When you weathered your storm?

By spiritual law,
Aren’t you now required?

To lead the masses through 

The issues that you’ve passed?

Or are you too wrapped up in 

Whatever you have going on now?

The peace you had,

Was just a piece and did not last.

Perhaps it could not grow,

Because you did not plant it, my love?

You did not place it in the strong firmament.

You did not water it, 

You did not bring it to the light.

You did not nurture it,

You did not shelter it 

From the cold at night.

You were supposed to turn it 

From a few to many

And feed others, 

So that they could do the same,

And instead of walking with our hands held out,

We would be walking in a field of dreams.

But, instead, 

you do, what we have often done.

We pluck it, put it on display.

Either hide it from the sun

Or show it off for fun

Taunt the ones who don’t have one.

And judge, why they werent able to receive it.

If I told you that their destruction

Was really one of your own

Facing withdrawals from a sweet chant

Would you believe it?



” I Wish” photographed by H. Reigns

I wish you knew how good this feels

I can’t make you understand my perspective…

You were built to be a giver

And I was built to be receptive 

I was built to be selfish

To open anything  

And demand 

That you give me everything 

It’s petty to say I’m jealous 

Of your capabilities 

Of your capacity and tenacity 

To fuck away my very atmosphere

And turn my past into tragedy

Because I never knew that my

Savory blossom could sway

Like the lotus in the China pond

Floating in mid day

You have my body

So out of body 

It’s like I’m in mediation 

Where else could I go but here

You leaving me in desperation 

All the derogatory degradation 

That’s spilling from my pores

Is pleading to fuck me harder 

Just fuck me till there’s no more

No more space in the time continuum 

Exploded stars shards on the floor

I wish you could experience the experience 

Of how good it is to be sore.


“So what” photographed by H.Reigns

My eyes are low like I’m sleepy
Laying in serendipity 

I am asking myself questions.

Is it the liquor that has me feeling so open?
Is it this taste that lingers on my lips

Making me lose focus?

Imagining some things.


I can’t keep thinking about these types of situations.

Ghostly shadows of Christmas future implications 

My breathing is experiencing fluctuations.

I’m wondering, 

What would happen though?

What would happen,

If I were to let myself completely go?

To feel everything that it is possible to feel?

To love them all?

To love the people who said they loved me?

And to love the people who never cared for me,

Without the threat of what it will do to me in the process.

Would I be happy and free

Or be a glutton in excess?

Insatiably, as the fiend lives

I would never stop it

and like a thick and grimy coat

I would pout and sulk about it

How would I ever be fine?

Never satisfied 

is what insatiable is


“Submission” photographed by H.Reigns

A revolution of words

A revolution of swords

Lyrics wounding us to the core

For all who have overheard


The revolution has come

Say it again

The evolution of sons


We have to fight as one

Say it again

Weapon of choice is love

Bells ringing at the dawn

March together Sisters, as one

Cause our brothers are being slung

Descendants of brothers that were hung


The revolution has come

Say it again

The evolution of sons


We have to fight as one

Say it again

Weapon of choice is love

The bass line is hurting

Looking for forgiveness  

The bridge is singing murder

And killing all of the witnesses 


The revolution has come

Say it again

The evolution of sons


We have to fight as one

Say it again

Weapon of choice is love

The x’s of Luthers cry in the park

Hips swaying catching the Vibe

When all is the dust has cleared

Let’s pray to Make it out alive


The revolution has come

Say it again

The evolution of sons


We have to fight as one

Say it again

Weapon of choice is love

Say it again

Lord protect us


The Wetness

“Sip” photographed by H. Reigns

I’m having a hard time

Keeping my legs together.

I’m shifting and swaying in my seat.

Pressing the space that’s messing with me,

From my feet up to my knees.

Maybe if I can squeeze tighter,

Then she will stop dripping.

Try as I may to silence her,

Her vocals flow freely,

And she speaks words

That soak into my dreams.

They flood my senses,

And send my triggers to extreme.

There’s no need to rush.

Even the slightest touch,

Has me being someone.

I’m not supposed to be.

Swishing and stirring 

Because she is purring.

Then seeps out through more pores.

She started it,

But she doesn’t finish it.

The wetness is all over, 

And will rule forevermore.

3:45 AM

“The traveler” photographed by H.Reigns

Legs spread unvaryingly, 

Like 3:45 on a clock.

Wish I could say I was laying back

But the way his tongue is swathing my flower,

I am doing anything but laying.

His zealousness is greatly appreciated…

A zenith is reached quickly

But then,

dissipates just as briskly.


it dissolves to become fuel for the next culmination.

My peach is resilient.

Yet, still, she quivers.

Saturating his lips as if they were caught in a storm.

I love it and I love him too.

He thinks that he can lick my pain away,

And swallow my secrets.

I wish there was a medal for a heart like his.


I wish there was a medal for a lengua like his.

I am certain it could not epitomize his intentions,

As he is a cunning linguist

Who is exploring my dimensions,

And probing my personality

Without the luxury of a bullet proof vest.

He takes the shots of verisimilitude 

Straight to the chest.

He looks up to see my face

To see if there is any trace of my past reflected.

He descends again…

He has resolved in his mind 

How he will resolve me.

Anymore 2

Lequinn Newby in “pain” photographed by h. Reigns

Neglectful, allusive,pensive…

Thoughtful of decisions that affect 

Yourself primarily.

When you chose to leave

It was for the best momentarily.

Love lost, lost all meaning 

You have no regard for me.

There’s no love left for me anymore.

It’s not sequestered.

Like water vapor,

it just evaporated.

Was there any ever really there?

Or was it just an illusion 

Of broken glass on the floor.

Shattered pieces of the obscure woman 

I once was.

The smoky cloud 

Of “us”

Looms in this place.

I reminisce fervidly

Of placing 10,000 kisses

dispersed along your face.


All of them daggers,

That broke through your disguise.

Forget the incense,

Burn the sage.

Get the residue out that remains.

We weren’t on the same page.

I was a friend,

Who became a lover,

To a man,

A manipulative fiend.

What an exalted performance you did give,

Pretending to be my king.

More then enough 

to coerce this kid

Into making love to you.

My body fit like a glove to you.

All the power that pussy contains,

Could not make you care for me veraciously.

All that talk about viscosity

Was just to lower my wall.


Now here it comes,

The pain.

When you already saw,

How it felt to me

When it all fell down,

In here comes the rain.

That poetry that you said

Made you fall in love again.

I must be such a simple little thing.

Too naive to have left first.

So I kept watching you leave me

Again and again.

Get a conscious  girl.

Let this be the end of this refrain.

I don’t want to do this anymore…