The Cerebrum Presents Jewells - The Literary Obstetrician
At Midnight
May I have a minute of your time
So I can let you know what's on my mind
You see
Lately
I've been having thoughts about the possibility
Of there being some chemistry
Between you and me
And in my mind the future looks brightly
For that opportunity
Come walk with me
So you can see
Just maybe
My possibility will become our reality
Let's begin...
We find ourselves sitting in a park at noon
The sun is too bright so we move to the shade under a tree
Where a cool breeze sets our minds free
I lean back against the tree
While you lay your head on my right thigh
We converse about life
As my fingers run through your hair
You share stories about your past
The reasons why you've been so angry
And I tell you why I tuned into negativity
Unsurprisingly, our conversation flows smoothly
Before we know it
Noon has turned into midnight
You lift your head from my right thigh
For some small talk with our eyes
When we end up trying to read each others' mind
It's evident that our thoughts are combined
Because we move at the same time
Creating a moment so divine
When our lips touch and our tongues intertwine
Then your brown skin lays on top of my brown skin
Together we create more brown skin
Conception
With no words to be spoken
For we both know that this connection doesn't happen everyday
What do you say
Maybe one day, my possibility
Will someday become our reality
Under the moonlight
At midnight
© Jewells 2004
Psyche
He touches me with his words
and my mind trembles
letters mate and make fragments of what my heart resembles
consonants that make my thighs squeak
from liquids created by his tongue’s thrusts
of proverbial sentences
speech
and potent lyrics
I sing for him
give him in return what he gives me
constantly
he
originates what the dictionary can’t delineate
pronunciate
reiterate
or replicate
he has me medi ta ting
self edu cat ing
on his afterthoughts
defining moments of subjective predicates
metaphoric concordances
filled with
adverbs and adjectives
periods and contractions
semicolons and hyphens
or was that hymens?
yeah, it was hymens from being the first to introduce his way of thinking
the annals abound with recollections of
climatic instances where virgins first heard his language
his native tongue had their ears sprung
tossing their minds open
and allowing him to penetrate their thoughts
freely allowing him to implant his knowledge into their garden of life
just as he slang his dic-tionary at them
I want him to enlighten me with it again
make my mind tremble again
as my cerebrum throbs open
and his knowledge flows into my garden of life
I conceive another thought
just…
like…
him
© Jewells 2008
Change Is Gonna Come
I’m choking on my emotions
Fed up with my abortions
My aborted thoughts…that is
Nevertheless … I’m dying inside cause I can’t find my way out of this
So many times I sit and visualize
I see a better life
My dreams keep hope alive
Angst
Frustration
Damn that procrastination and hesitation cohabitating in my equation
Creating a fallacy of rejection
Detouring me from my destination
My focus lost in the world wide web of deception
Where everything said isn’t as everything goes
Got a sister staying on her toes when I should be on my knees
Praying
Hoping
Believing
Maybe if I just keep the faith my possibilities will turn into my reality
If only it were that easy
See … I’m tired of trying to survive by working this nine-to-five
Bringing home just enough to make my ends meet
And in the process I’m losing more and more of me
It’s hard to get up in the morning since I lost my focus
Gotta put in 40 hours a week at a job fathered by hocus-pocus
Lies, lies, and more lies
Breakable promises leaving me unconscious to my own consciousness
There’s got to be a way out
My change has got to come
But until that change comes I have to change me
Got to realize that I is I and I is me
God equipped me with what I need to be free
So let me tune out the blatant electric waves of negativity
Change my thoughts and channel my frequency to a station of positivity
One day at a time I’ll regain my sanity
© Jewells 2006