Miss Nissi's Blog (4)

He refuses to believe she has died and shuffles through life in search of The Mother MIA six months or more at a time Whatever he feels is of value, one will surely miss In the wake of his smooth departure So much as attempting to blink Against Hands so quick giving meaning to his Shifty eyes and crooked grin Fashioned he has, a sort of pig Latin A dialect of his own which he mumbles with such a comical tongue Watching his every move while he wrestles with the children They love him And the dirt… Continue

Who is this unmasked man? He walked through the door A composure commanding attention I knew I’d never seen him before His face unfamiliar Yet the Familiarness of his presence Digressed within me any hesitance I felt his spirit His spoke to mine in a verbiage I had long since been unaccustomed to But in a language that I knew And it was Heavenly Heaven sent, Heaven spent I lent my hearing to hang on his every word And the next noun And the next verb I closed my eyes and let pictures collide Tran… Continue

You may not know it, but You're beautiful I may not show it but.. From these eyes I see visions That become surreal antagonists Of a warrior strength from many lifetimes Ions that cling on laws of electric lands And though those visions of you, Black man Dwell within this mind of mine We do not exist I can't even tell you what I miss Because these thoughts merely consist Of wild rhythms that rock my hips To a languid heartbeat Drawing us to dance upon a canvass Of invisible ink I cannot miss wha… Continue

The message came windward An unspoken regret Festered within the canker of insinuated slaps against faces Flurries of hurried expression Buried scrolls that carried confessions Uncovered by brushes sweeping at dusty pride Wide spread bristles Nestled in wells of subdued aching Having and holding Strutting with pretentious display That which I vowed carry to my grave I saved the answers I searched for But they were right there, within the question’s Those why’s and good reasons not to I‘d painted… Continue