I Dream of Detroit

I dream of words unwritten;
      In a language where periods need not be dotted
      Where “t’s” need not be crossed-
I dream of dialects unspoken;
      In a voice enunciation need not to be stressed,
      Where infliction is definitions-
Sight through subconscious is unfathomed to the minds eye
Leaving dreams to be safe from
For what can one feel in the absence of a body?
The lack there of? Or the presence of obscurity?
I dream of music unplayed;
      In a sound only heard through script,
Where distance articulates quality-
I dream of things unseen and not to have happened;
      Retention is a curse, and the forgotten is blessed-
But as I rise from once was;
      I’ve lost it all-
I dream of words unsaid;
      Cursed by memory.
      Decided through ignorance.

Coherence

I miss how your rhymes intertwined with my thoughts.
Feeling like a grown man with his hand in the cookie jar and finally got caught,
My heart beats fast from fear,
Knowing not the extent of your consequence;
I struggle with appreciative mistakes or humble repents.
I feel the swell of my intelligence,
A tingle from my inner sense feels the familiar texture again.
Poetry has called my name.
Ignorant to your purpose, I grow proud;
Knowing the journey to this conclusion will bring me joy.
From which I am powered is to which I question.
Seeking answers for only the dumb can speak.
And it is the right of the blind to see the dreams that dreams dream of,
For the deaf to hear the music my internal rhythm dances to.
Your are the equation, the solution, and anomaly,
My greatest Enigma

Have You Seen Her

In your absence I build courage so that in you presence I get weaker.
And I'm diggin every metaphorical piece of beauty from your curls to the stain on your converse sneakers.
Others grow pride in ya stride while I stand by from the side aiming to grow meeker,
I wanna do the same as you while remaining complicated, like conversions of gallons to liters.
And every man, women, and child witness my profession of homage cause I was glad to meet ya.
While others disrespect when words spoken resemble, "I'll get at her when I see her."
But have you seen her,
My girl radiates respect into the hearts of the most prudent,
And if had to be materialized, she would be the last cup of noodles to a dorm-living college student;
Priceless!
You're above the cliche Goddess status, so fuck calling you Isis.
You're vital to me like light is to photosynthesis.
And of all women in the world, I am honored to call you a hoe.
And I would surrender every red cent in my potential possession to see how far you will go.
You have always been free to dream and free to be sought,
So yes, I'm in constant need of my free thought.