AlOne I Write

“Curtain Call” KOS

I was released from sights and whispers
High beams like flashes from digital pictures
I was sold on the Amerikkkan dream b.u.t. soon I lost my funds
My dream faded and dollar folded as my low esteemed tent had done
I was shucked from the pigment that made me a member of a sold out house
Then force fed the inevitable of a newly mapped field route
I ran the new world with different walks of life
At the peek of my rise, I stumbled across mines of civilian spite
I had big shoes to fill which showed itself as a small feat
With enormous feet, the snug fit sneaks, had me walking through life gingerly until I broke from someone else’s lore and began to run at my own speed
I slept on my dreams in nightmares of narcolepsy and daydreamed of apnea in deprived mirages of insomnia
Alive and well b.u.t. a dead man walking

- Al One

“Day Dreaming”

I woke early one morning
Removed the cluster clogged into the corners of my vision
Stood from the brush in which we laid and began to search the world’s valuables to present collectibles
I awaited the removal of her blinds to allow a pinch of sunlight to enter altering the tint of her window pane
I melted in the fire of her eyes and dried through the strain of her lies
She lied (laid) falsely upon a small bale of clouds that I wasped and stuffed into knitted packaging
Our conscious ghosts navigated winds and blew trees with exhales in waiting
In this element nothing mattered not even mass chaos
She’s more beautiful than the image I see when my eyes are closed
Those abstract shapes and colors that appear on everything when your eyes reopen
She’s a batch of stars canvassing my mind frame
I’m laying idle trying to accurately assemble such a beautiful scene

- Al One

“Word to Your Mother”

Wonce at birth
We won-once at birth
Breaking from her womb into the chills of a cold new world
Word to mother

Dad stood us knowing we’d fall as we attempted to scurry to mom away from that madness associated pitfalls of walking AlOne
Word to Mother

To your amazement we learned to speak mimicking the world around us but conscious of you constantly ensuring we annunciated properly
Word to Mother

We never starved for you nourished us with an abundance of food for thought and as we grew older we carried out those orders in our behavior
Word to Mother

No matter our age
We will enter the house searching for mom as we did as children
Uttering that single word “mama” because we have embedded this significant name in our vocabularies ever since we depended on diapers
Word to Mother

Word to MY Mother, I appreciate and love you

- Al One

“Novice”

My canvas laid lifeless across a carefully woven brush of cotton
Though her body still, her whispering eye winked at me slowly in the most erotic manner
No shades of mascara nor eye liner just careful tulip brush strokes from the most defined collection
We locked sights and at that moment contact was fitting for the perfect amount of moisture
Though my pants lifted and body tingled simultaneously, my watering mouth made this arousal more special
I could hear the most lustful whispers an ear is suppose to consume
They, along with my eyebrows, raised at attention as my stiff and veiny phallus was so often prone to doing
Strange enough I wanted, I needed, to simply peck an area that normally didn’t receive such oral attention
At first I couldn’t tell if it were discomfort she was feeling because her body would periodically shift
Soon enough those whispers became moans
That lifeless canvas was rejuvenated and vibrant as ever
There began to be more moisture than I could contain as if she were Katrina and those damn levees broke
She began to scream and pull away a bit as I behaved like I wasn’t a novice
She dug deeper into the sheets and exhaled a huge sigh of release

- Al One

“Dear Delilah”

Descendant of Eve and Medusa
Your forbidden fruit was stale yet edible as sun dried grapes turned raisins
You were deceptively drop dead gorgeous therefore your looks could kill
You coerced my ancestor into submission by attaining his desires
Altered his judgement with sounds and looks of lust
I have fallen for your seed who bares tropical fruits
Whose melons juices may ooze from my mouth from a single nibble as I try not to spill a single drop
Whose shaved peach resembles mango in color but appears sweet as a dark plum
She won’t ask me to fetch her an apple nor request that I unlock the wicks that drapes down to my shoulders
My ethnic allure rich in talent and health, she is EARTH
A plate tectonic shift to a once rocky mountain exploding into volcanic mindquakes
She’s my mother nature and I’ll be her father time together we’ll breed proprioceptive hybrids
She’s my sun to a pale sky awaiting a beautiful ascension
A landmark to follow when lost on a journey
My northern star in southern lands
Dear ole Delilah she’s wonderful and I guess what I’m saying is
Where have you hidden this woman I seek?

- Al One

“Ashes to Ashes”

I had become a curmudgeon
With a flame in my being more untamable than manifesting brush fires that require professional attention
Ashes to Ashes

Bottled emotions brewed and fizzed as acidic beverages does when a curious child sternly shakes their recreational science project
Ashes to Ashes

I was a homemade bomb configured with hatred, revenge, and pure spite
Topped off with the type of wrist piece you would lay away and anticipate retrieving
Ashes to ashes

Broken from assembly I was disfigure and auction ready to the highest bidder willing to raise her hand with confidence responding to the auctioneers haste speech
Ashes to ashes

My bomb was still intact, flame still burned, and that acidic potion boiled as pots filled with water does on hot stoves
Bidders had no clue of the devastation that brew
Ashes to ashes

She claimed me
She was a massive extinguisher to my violent demise
The chills to soothe this flame retardant torso
The conclusion of a never ending solitude
A mate checked when the games finally seized
Til death do us part
Dust to Dust

- Al One

“Fear the Beard”

Misunderstood and disconnected from outlets on the surface
I am the shockwaves that propel light bulbs of thought
The currents that power a poets thinking cap

Maybe I am an appearance
Tall in stature
Brown eyes that turn mocha at coffee indulging hours
Intimidating expressions as if I can no longer take the bashing from the sunlights rays upon my face
Malnourished Rastafarian wicks enclosing a five percent Sunni

I hide behind these features these facial barricades
Ironic enough, my biblical appearance attracts praise from the nation

I am a mug shot of Samson, a wanted poster announcing Moses as a traitor, and a modern day portrait of “black Jesus”

I am an online process for service on a none Internet browsing network
I am the black Santa invited into homes everywhere and the hobo in the alley way

I grew my hair to bring me strength
I grew my beard so women wouldn’t give me shit
I’ll wear my shades during nightfall and all black at sunrise
I cast no shadows and welcome no bonds for ties

Tug at my chin when in distress and I’ll accept your fear and nothing less

- Al One

“Conundrum”

Here lies
Potential perishable keepsakes
Gravitational pulls on morale
Punctuating trials with sentencing
A locksmith’s reading collection which holds keys to eminence
Integrity loyalty and honesty
Subordination
Emotion spilled into handwritten memorandum
Conversations expressing, confessing, and professing
Peace of mind
Freedom of expression
Desire to express
Outcries for advancement in mass chaos
Biodegradable attributes that would eventually reproduce
Ties of family values
The practice of love
Utilitarian happiness
Internet browsing testimonies spinning a web of lies
Trend setters and trend accepters
Appointees of social cast systems
The justice system, code name process of elimination
Apocalyptic symbols in these judgmental days
Religion
Relationships
Rhetoric in rare form
The broken yet fixable language of a child’s first words
Return to feeble form as age increases
Time itself

- Al One

“Processing”

There is a surprisingly foul stench clouding the lack or air available
Multiple doors armored and armed with instructions to conceal
Feelings of emptiness and marathon perspirations bleeds through the walls
Along the floors are timelines drawn by the many dwellers that currently and formerly traveled
Scenes of various confrontations spew through the many windows
Yells of innocence from the cold quiet stares of the falsely accused
Fear clouded ventilation and circulated through crowded ducts of injustice
The walls spoke of how difficult it was to be foundations of a corrupt foundation, the justice system
A suspicious figure susceptible to criminal activity according to sources that influences the masses
Unfamiliar territory out of place in this place upon arrival I was certain I had not arrived
The departure
Grand, feeling a million knowing there cannot be a price placed on freedom
If it were I would go bankrupt to to enjoy my share of life

- Al One