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23 1/2

KDH — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 01:36:00 +0000

Here is 23 1/2
my hair in rollers
on the toilet I sat on
as a child
as a teenager
I am a grown woman
my head is clear
but my heart is broke
just like my bank account
days are blending in with one another
I wonder if I’m doing this right
my life
not exactly like I planned
but still existing somehow
the ants that bite my feet
at night
remind me I’m alive.
I’m losing weight
and losing patience
to match the mind I lost last year.
I can never catch the man I love.
He is like a vapor.
Come close and he’s gone again.
But my skin tone is beautiful lately
So there is something to smile
about anyway
right here at 23 1/2

Danger Pt.2

KDH — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 01:34:00 +0000

I sing a f***ked up song
if you know it, sing along
it goes one, two
one, two, one, two
it goes what’s a me
without a you?
it goes on into the night
where the candles burn
it goes deeper than that
it wonders will I learn
a Melodie like Ms.
a charming man
a silly wish
two turntables
and a Grimm Brothers fable
it goes on and on
it gets worse and worse
it gets sick enough
for you to call a nurse
I got a song so wild
it makes a statue smile
so when you hear my song
you know something’s gone wrong
and maybe you better take cover

Freestyle Friday, pt.1

KDH — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 21:19:00 +0000

Hmm.

I been there, I done that , I looked it in the eyes.

You might be overwhelmed and I might not be surprised.

You might be excited, but I’ve already been.

You might be a nice chick, but I can be a better friend.

You might make quite scene, but I make quite a queen

and I would stay by his side – pockets fat, pockets lean.

See I can take it at face value, for what it is today

And not a long time ago and a far, far away

What it is right now is, what it always would’ve been

Spiritual enlightenment, not a fad, a game, a trend

Not a surface scratching pastime

A mental manifest, so sublime

It’s deeper than you realize

and difficult to internalize.

Enough of that.

So who am I?

I’m neither foe nor friend

Enemy nor comrade

neutral…

This isn’t really a battle anyway, silly.

If we create our own destiny,

I came, I saw, I assessed.

And one day,

if the cosmic timing is right,

I just might

be back.

Keep the candle in the window.

JD8KHFAM23DT

don’t whisper – September 2007

KDH — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 22:32:00 +0000

don’t whisper.

sweet nothings

mean nothing from

the tongue of no one

someone I can’t

see, hear, feel, touch, know

don’t whisper,

just yell

the truth in

a language I can understand.

we have been us so long

that I don’t know

how not to be

but if it must be,

I’ll learn.

just yell.

from where you see it

hills and long highways

away from this love

from where you see it

on the other side of

compassion

off the turnpike for

reaction

near the volatile intersection

of provocation and patience

I push

(keep pushing)

and hope you’ll

play

don’t whisper.

I can’t understand

your mumbling, nor

your jokes. I laughed

to temporarily dull

that pain and

shade the harsh

spotlight of reality:

while I am

who I am

always me,

a part of me can

only be who you made me.

just yell this

what am I supposed to do?

it feels wrong

(as I know better)

but I can’t help

the difficulty

in defining me

without you

don’t whisper.

the din of disappointed dreams is

too loud.

just yell,

so I can hear

the words you give me.

how do I begin to live?

Untitled – June 3, 2004 (Not a typo. This is 5 years old!)

KDH — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 22:32:00 +0000

Away

from the absurdity of

the word, around

us is a sphere

of cautious emotion

Away

from the insane glare of

reality

there’s just you

and me.

And I dance,

swirling skirts

made of my

fragile feelings

flutter in the wind.

No song,

just your heartbeat.

Away

from your life and my past

the way things were

how they shoulda been.

Away

from whatever

that thing is that

keeps you away

from me.

that makes me

the wrong decision to make.

We look at one another but

don’t smile

don’t speak

And I silently pray

you see love in my eyes

while I search for life in yours.

Away

from the fears

we both wrap up in at night

like children in blankies

Instead of holding each other

we cling to

crippling phobias

about love and

what it does,

what it looks like,

what it says.

Things we need to put

away.