Everything Fades

Everything fades
The vibrancy of indigo
The pounding of the waves
Even the sun’s rays
EVERYthing fades
The eyes that used to twinkle
At the profoundness of your ways
Now they’re covered by shades
And even the shades aren’t as dark
Don’t hide the contempt
As well as they once did
The look in the iris leaves you wounded

But everything fades
At different rates
So what used to match
No longer goes together
Both of these were blacks
No longer shown together
Maybe its a difference in the stitching
They werent sewn together
Just gave the appearance
Whenever thrown together
Together but seperate,
Alone as ever

Everything fades
Until its a fad and its hot again
Just to be worn out
With that favorite top again
Just to be worn out
Expectations toppling
A toddler’s grin
A dynasty a rivalry
A bottle spin
Stars supernova, a cosmic end
Roses wilt, like a brilliant mind
Into unconsciousness
War leads to anarchy
Leads to unbridled sin
No Bibles then
No vows no morals
Just idle hands
But even idleness
Fades

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(C) 2012 Zacarius Pierre

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On Sight

Sometimes I like to veg out
Sit in my life and stare out
Life is Iike them Louboutins
I get worn out
I know the devil tryna throw dirt on me
But if you get hit by that angel dust
Well damn smokie
I was sitting with them chickens
having visions
Staring out but this not what I envisioned
They robbing us of our thrones
But we just sit still
Wiped away our honor
But we think that we the shit still
So what we worry bout what others see
Instead of who we are and what we project
Blame our shortcomings on the things we’ve seen
But if seeing is believing we never owned a mirror
Hell look at NBA NFL or anybody that ever played scrimmage
How we supposed to get on
When we don’t own our own image
I get caught up in ownership
Guess I’m worried bout what the world sees as well
Too scared to make a scene
Too afraid to raise my voice
Guess my momma was right about children
Better seen and not heard

 

(c) 2012 Zacarius Pierre

Matriarchal Success

What does it take for a girl

to succeed in this patriarchal world?

When she was a twinkle in his eye

it took lust

When she was a fire in his loins

it took thrust

When she was a decision for his morals

he was just

When she was defenseless

it took trust

But when it took care, impossibly

she was crushed

Now that girl wounded in pieces

What does she do?

Now that girl wooed as he pleases

She thought she knew

Now That Girl fooled and mistreated

Does she come unglued?

Does she climb atop another Obelisk

Claim a new Ra

Flood and destroy her pyramid

only to lose her

Does she sit as her child dies

Is she akin to Cleopatras imagining

is she Revered like Mary?

or Relegated like Mary Magdalene?

Does she know her ancestor

was a Shaman?

Does she just watch as

manifest destiny happens

What does it take for her to succeed?

Does she require two successful parents

Does she pull herself up by the boot straps

Does she pull herself up by the bra straps

Does she burn her bra & love freely of thought tax

Does she hate the tree & act with a false axe

Is she pantsuits & lawsuits

Is she fishnets & fishscale

Is she blue collar & blue pills

Jerse Shore or Maya Moore Jersey Sales

Is she Pro Life or Pro Love

Is she big girl’s club or Bad Girls Club

Does it take her rape, her pride,

her respect, her objectification,

her humility, her sexuality,

her intelligence, her piece of mind,

her piece of the dream, her morality,

her history, her identity,

HER SOUL to succeed…

And after all that.. is that.. Success?

The Backs of Heads

I sit at the front Imageof the class

not because I’m a straight laced student

but because my mind wanders

at the sight of the backs of heads

there’s the guy who deeply needs a haircut

and he always leans too far back

his uncomfortable Isoplus smelling hair

spilling onto the desk behind him

he bothered me all last semester

so I sit at the front of the class

so I don’t see that girl oh that girl

those golden highlights

betrayed by her roots

her kitchen gelled & untruthful

tattoo behind her ear of

some cliche- ascending stars

or music notes

or a fleur de lis

and she is wanted like the tag

ʞuıd which sticks up against her spine

that guilded chain which I know

is not stamped but I know she is

and I know she knows and so

I sit at the front of the class now

But then I wonder….

Who’s staring at the back of my Isoplus smelling head

Between a Hero and A Horror

Somewhere between being a hero and a horror
Struggling for words like an asphyxiated author
The mind’s shine is dying out
but still gleam and lean starboard
In this land of true lies
Sometimes its hard to get down to the body of
When terror & adrenaline gripping you like a body glove
& no one to feed you lines like Leo or Arnold
You enhance your mind & treat it like a stronghold
Your heart is on hold & all hope
You could be the same person that somebody loved
Prior to you signing up
Or prior to you shipping out
Now prior to you flipping out
You was a treasure they couldn’t live without
Now check their pulse & fingertips
& see how they feeling now
Feel the ground its tipping now above the roof
We hate police & support the troops
We hate the peace & abort the truth
Each statement means a gloved double deuce
A catch 22 if you didn’t catch it
60 split hairs in as many seconds
Excuses for values without any questions
Ain’t no answers but, uh any questions?
Instead of mentor ship they give semantics
You don’t want a hand out
just want to see where your hand is
you loan morals out
& work with what you’ve been granted
Get defaulted on and your interests vanish
Now all of a sudden you running around in a panic
& down is what’s up
& happy people suck
You can’t trust love
& you cant chance luck
You can’t see straight cuz your eyes are slanted
& everyone keeps giving you sideways glances
you can’t even sleep because your dreams is too strange
You can’t trust friends cuz people do change
Your boss is on your back
Your spouse is in the sack
And you handle all that
Til you get on that plane
But it’s not easy for starters
Somedays you falter
Sometimes you lose sight of what you fought for
Somedays you’re a monster
Somedays you’re a conqueror
but everyday you’re halfway between
a Hero and a Horror

 

 

 

(c) 2012 Zacarius Pierre

change (POv)

My lifestyle is like my wardrobe
soon as it get tainted I change it
n when my car dirty I dont wash it I paint it
as if to say them stains is
not still underneath
but I’m still the one to tweet
Like I’m the freshest online like an AOL log in
AND oops begging your pardon,
they can’t see me but they facetime calling
or Evo Qik’ing me now these hoes picking me
and im lost in that ocean wet I think Nemo’s here with me
People saying that I changed and I act like that’s preposterous
but I act more like these college kids than ill admit
and act like my knowledge is not worth acknowledgment
when that’s what got my pockets thick like shots of collagen
n my girl ask about my toxicology and that’s when I’ll switch-
with my will smith looking self
and got spiced with my cajun grits cooking self
water trapped in ice, I’m just full of self
Now you expect a mans form to transform after a few vows
when a couple months ago I was a lying devil that was too foul
Even though my feelings waned I couldn’t let her feel the pain
Gave up being all that I could be to B.G.
I may have lied to you but kept it real with me so
in my eyes I’m still the same
but you saying
you want the paint to drip off
my grasp on the truth to slip off
and whatever I’m holding onto
to take my grip off
whatever I got bottled up I need to twist off?
What if what it is..about me
That seems ,…cloudy
Makes you doubt me
What would you do
If you found out that while you was in FL
and i was being too real
and i took them two O’s out and gave them to you
i would be treal but oo you would be a fool

what if the changes we going through
are coming from this relationship
we should have never come into
would that change your point of view?

Writing

To create is to procreate
Thus I am a father many times over
i gave birth to sonnets, poems
and even tattoos on shoulders
my children have been written on papyrus
and glued under Osirus’ eyelids
holy scriptures penned & viewed by Jesus’ Iris
All rhetoric leveled at the development
of something timeless
so when my baby wakes me at 3am
i give her the nurturing that she needs
rock her til the crys in my head go away
or stay until my ears bleed
& let the pen swing til she falls back asleep
Let them tell it I’m selfish and a deadbeat dad
but I work til i’m exhausted
then try to give her all that I had
left up to the world her upbringing would suck
but i can be as profound as the future
or profane as….
fussy when she’s intentionally woken up
she’s enhanced by beauty sleep
of which she could never get enough
I developed her from a sound, no a letter
created an infantile word when
i put those letters together
i watched those words grow
from a kindergarten sentence
to a graduation thesis
from someone i hoped would turn out decent
to look at the eyes and ears she pleases
myBaby, i been away from her
sometimes it seem I’m on a different path
but she so much a part of me
I would give her a skin graft
so when someone asks if I’m a dad
I just look at them and laugh