Light Dreams of A Black Kid

To hell with the fervent prayers spat from weary lips
to hell with wasted youth hoping for brighter times
My ancestors deserve no explanation
when I'm haunted by visions of a distant nation
when my identity is the shadow of my destination.
Sowed in this dark soil my dreams bear a fairer complexion.
I fight for the chance to be the next slave
as the former is casually tossed in his grave
Understand I do so not willfully
but because my aspirations are fed with willed folly
I believe in the land of bright lights
though all that glitters is not gold.
I believe in the land of free expression
though empty barrels make the most noise
Do not question my borrowed perception
for you seek a fruitless inquisition
Who are you to doubt this,my beloved inception
I find peace in this nation of lust and envy
and proudly pledge allegiance to a land I've never seen
I gladly accept I'm a spawn of misfortune
concocted in a continent of despair
waiting to be cleansed by the ignoramus I follow
waiting to be cleansed by the ignoramus I think superior
I seek the fruit promised me
the joy, wealth and eventual death
Ready to trade my skin for one new,
to make the ultimate sacrifice.
From an African prince, to an American pauper.

----Swelly

INITIATION

From her lips escaped a whimper,
as my flawless token was laid on the alter.
This was not the time to falter,
for around stood fellows of the dark
clad in shadows of the fallen master.

A sullen hymn was raised by the priest,
to greet the icy fingers reaching from the east.
Guttural exaltation echoed in the twilight,
placing my beloved sacrifice in a peaceful trance.
This was no Isaac to the cause
for through her eyes her soul itched for a chance.

Handed the sacred instrument of initiation,
I approached my beloved with unsolicited invitation.
My breath was that of a million,
my senses were that of a legion,
and my conscience was that of the vilest abomination.

Her scream cut through the great hall,
quickly followed by orgasmic sighs from the fallen.
Bathed in the blood of my beloved's womb,
I was eager to refresh my impatient ghoul
Sweet to the tongue and smooth to the throat,
my beloved's blood was indeed nectar.

My long awaited initiation was finally complete
My former nescient self finally obsolete.
But at the threshold of enlightenment,
I discovered that God made man good
and man made good evil.

CONDITIONALS

without a doubt I know what love isn't
but then again I wonder what it could be
is it the painted meadow we see on the tube?
or the nightmarish stories told by the jilted?
frankly my untamed naivety wishes love were everything.
if love were a science,
you'd be Einstein calculating E = my heart x C square
if love were food,
you'd be one arrogant Italian whipping up culinary masterpieces tempting my fickle will
if love were a subject,
you'd be physical education, working me all day and night
if love were a car,
you'd be a German engine cocooned in an Asian exterior but bully like an American
my alter ego seeks to reason with my naive self but then I still wonder:
if love were a season,
I'd be summer time drawing sweat from every curve and crevice
if love were music,
I'd rock you like MJ, teach you like Marley and conquer your ecstasy like Jay
if love were a sport,
I'd be Kobe, Tiger and Messi all rolled in one and still be reffing the game
if love were poetry,
I'd be the words making you bite your lip and press your thighs closer together
and if love really was everything,
I'd still be the one looking into your angelic eyes,
nervously asking you to be mine forever and ever
till eternity lends a helping hand.

Journey

on my journey to hell

i crossed dimensions of ringing bells

it sounded like caution

but to me a call to action

at the entrance I stopped dead

at the broken gates my feet felt like led

the joyous screams of lost souls beckoned us into the lake

in the depths we shat on hot rocks to fuel the flames

for days we fed off the entrails of fallen angels as we walked deeper into the void we now called home.

the smell of ashed bones reminded us of our humanity whenever we feasted with the damned....bliss was sin and sin, bliss

blood never flowed in this perverted paradise.the heat never allowed it that luxury.

stuck to our cutlery, the concerned few scraped it off

at the high table, the demon king proclaimed his faith in our lost ways.

Declaring us his disciples, his missionaries, his voice,his all

surprisingly,we never watched the throne for how can you watch what you sit on.

scepter in my hand and crown on my head, the new ruler announced himself

at my feet the shell of the former Lord decorated my sanctum.

the unholy hosts grunted praises to my childish delight

offering sacrifices on the highest peaks of the deepest abyss, our indoctrination began in earnest

Led by a chorus of cloaked figures my thirst was quenched by the blood dripping from the vertical grave

an eclipse of the soul culminated to the darkening of the sun where ravenous vampires fed off the chaos with abandon

whispering heaven into my ear and plunging hell into my heart,

you left me for nought

Vexations

your every action stokes the blaze in my heart
you rant on and on but fail to look me in the eye
on your podium you ask me to reason
whiles you happily disappear like you were out of season
i seethe when i gaze upon your cocky smile
for we both know you are one evil and vile
you erect castles on the bones of the fallen
on the carcases of souls left sullen
enforcing laws and limitations only to free yourself
but enslaving the sleeping minds to your amusement
quickly my eyes shrink from such improbables
wondering if your system could get any more horrible
echoes of your fading footsteps spew out parables
heavily laced with shadowed obscenities
rudely jerking us out of our induced fantasies
only the chosen few climb up your mountain of books
realising your words deserve a more blinded look
at the summit we discover the truthful lies
the deviations keeping us away from the skies
We stand before you Mister asking you to shut up
for we no more stand eyeless to your traps
your incepts deftly laid in our beliefs and hopes
I now see all I failed to notice
accepting I was but once a simple novice
Hear me now if you may
for a new creation I am resurrected
gathering my judges for your inquisition
I do hope you accept my proposition
though yet you have no voice in the matter
for you see you were the former but now the latter
a shackeled entity in my dungeon of fright
where spectres snatch out every dream every light
as eyeless chaff you shall wonder the void
finding warmth under the dark moon
die soon die young die old die now
die with a smile never with a frown