A Song Of Myself

I am not myself without others 2 strangers fuse eyes like an eclipse hovering over a smog choked sky their matching stares develop into a 9 month stage that creates a wonder crowds of people wait in anticipation for the coming of the belle Jameesa R. Dumas 16 years represented as a savvy alluring being much like Bugs Bunny and his bright ways to escape death from the committed poacher i love the skeptics that look at all the facts and make a logical decision i hate the non believers who see all the facts and the logic and still dont believe in the impossible my knuckle headed big brother blames all of his troubles on the illuminati dont think about how others effect you but how you can better yourself persistently arguing on concrete facts how can someone know so much about something they have 0 knowledge about i love how ones actions can have more effect on you than themselves but those actions to this piece of meat filled with electro connections-gray matter-every crease embodying a remembered forgotten memory REFUSES to care a nuisance BLACK inky inhabited pit like a hushed night in the rainforest filled with lively color native remedies braiding a history across my tongue mother headed tribes crawling toward my hand as i lay and watch the earth takes relentless u-turns like a car who lost his directions it has observed that this has happened too many times before (3times) wedding rings: bone-chilling, lost in the drain, each of the vows enclosed in the metal, surrounded by diamonds, sacrifice, a secret that is only shared between 2 2 people who shared the duty of love love like russian roulette each of us pull the searing trigger leaving an imprint for ages hoping the swift lead bullet blasts us in the nucleus of our being not everyone is shot and those who werent....go for another round another shot another chance for nonfulfillment restless at first waiting to see what future awaits you waiting to see who it fires but simultaneously becoming envious when it doesnt take place upon you the ammunition impales through your incompetent flesh shards fragmenting its tenderness into your physique the sweltering heat rises your temperature that same heat that was used to make those bitter wedding rings that encompass those now meaningless vows perspective determines everything what does yours say about you (question mark) in the little disordered bedroom she is awaken by a different song every morning sometimes miguel, other times earth,wind & fire and the stylistics thoughts resurrecting from the night before a cycle of remembrance that i cant vacate from a permanent illustration describing love & music combined love like checking your cell phone as soon as you wake up “good morning boo boo” only giving a hoot about their judgement wanting to spend each and every second along their side plastic bag over their head suffocating them with sweet nothings nothing that can shake off these turbulences closed eyes like a can of trick peanuts harnessing potential to surprise when opened one moment before the revealing everything is stationary as quick as the turbulences stop-the eyes open welcoming in a world she once tired to forget 25,000 feet in the air I love the white illumination that comes from her mouth and her mouth and her mouth mom monae samiyah 3 females laughter laughter like a sunny day wanting to be showered in the warmth dripping down my mahogany exterior coming up every so often to visit her family NORTH CAROLINA vs BOSTON separation anxiety kicks in as soon as the foot connects with the gravel gravel as hard as that last goodbye calling that distinct person every day to get through the day unable to do it her own no one can do anything on their own growing up thinking that you are your own person WRONG you are not yourself without others I am not myself with others