All posts in verse

Touch your toes
Bend your knees
Prostrate yourself
And pray for peace

Relax your arms
To your side
Drop your weapons
And your pride

Widen your eyes
Close your mouth
Put her first
Do without

Feel the burn
Catch your breath
You can do it
Ask for help

Stretch your arms
Shift your hips
Speak your heart
Through positive lips

Do three reps
Every dawn
With your favorite
Dance tune on

Arch your back
Praise like trees
Prostrate yourself
And pray for peace.

Cordon off the area
Secure the halls
There’s honey on the floor
Sugar on the walls
There’s flowers in a vase
Rose petals on the bed
Bathtub full of milk
And someone has lost his head
Aromatic candles flicker soft
No light switch can be found
The silence is suspicious
Wait, there is a subtle sound
Heartbeats or footsteps
Or bodies falling down steps
Ambient, rhythmic moaning
Thrust into the depths
No body nor a weapon
Nor motive for suspense
Yet someone’s been affected
By the preponderance of evidence.

kenn ’05

Starting over
Is stopping first
Catch my breath
Quench my thirst
I have a question
What could be worst?
Let it bleed
Or hold back to burst?

To being anew
You let it end
Burn the remains
And then begin
East from west
Forgive the sin
What did I do?
I can’t remem…ber

kenn 1.9.08

Despicable, decrepit, destructive deplume
Incessant inquisitions and undeserved impute
Violent thoughts amidst separation so vile
Omnipresent abandons and odious bile
Repulsive while resenting beginnings with rancor
Conclusions so caustic, no relief for this canker
End.

Mirror mirror, am I the one?
Change your hair, see the sun
Fix your nose, be more fun
Get ‘er done, get ‘er done.

Mother mother, am I a prince?
Stand up straight, fix your tint
Read more books for recompense
When you’re fair, this’ll make more sense

Father father, am I a model?
Be a doctor, win the lotto
Are you a model? don’t be so shallow
Write a book, endorse a motto

Brother sister, are you proud of me?
Well it depends, can I borrow three?
And at 4am will you make me free?
You sellout house-negro wannabe

Mirror mirror, see my tears?
Shards and blood and seven years
This fascination with beauty confirms my fears
Time for a veer and God is near.

kenn

Faith licker, finger pricker, blood thicker, pull trigger, click clicka
Run Bigger run nigga, dirt kicker, mortis rigor, faith sicker, God digger.

selah

How can I concatenate to He?
Dossier of my prior won’t let me be
Judged and tried and can’t pay the fee
Then suddenly released on a technicality

selah

A loophole and prophecies thrice said
A bruised heel crushes a wicked head
To win His bride, He obediently shed
God dredge. It is written. Jesus said.

selah

Vampire hunters just bear it
Followers of heresy just swear it
Thugged-out rappers just wear it
The homeless mission just Jesus Cares” it
Do they dig it though? Can you dig it?

selah

The cross the cross the old rugged cross
I’m not saying she’s a God digger. Her loss.

finis.

© 2006 kenn Bivins

Once upon a time there was a young boy whose name was… well… let’s see
To protect the innocent, we’ll address young Kenn discreet and anonymously
So this shy, young boy who lacked no love grew up in a loveless town
Shy though spry with a detailed eye his imagination knew no bounds
Then teenage years and the furlough of tears and more than his share of rage
Young boy departed from Nadine and pristine to work where sin offered wage
Of Shakespearean tragedy or a life less than raggedy, boy succumbed to be spent
Not Allah nor Buddah nor Vishnu nor Gouda could clarify at all what it meant
Near ending his zeal, boy cried to ceiling for a purpose or some hint of reason
Then a fit of pure Grace and a Love apt for lace gave fruit to seeds planted out of season
Intellectually revealed, God showed boy His will and how Jesus was more than a cross
How He suffered then died and is now living inside and with Spirit he’d never be lost
Hallelujahs and praise and bent knees for days and walking together in rain
Then sudden or slow or how I don’t know but boy experienced a dim change…

Boy didn’t call half as much or want to be touched or trust that God could allay his fear
And the forbidden thought of taking hold of another came close where it never came near
Duplicitous and ambiguous and suddenly conspicuous, this accord an inconsistent haze
No engrossed studying His missives or echoes of praise or covenant of sun-filled days

Who was this boy? This Jekyll and Hyde? This Jesus on his skin yet someone else inside?
Mirror mirror on the wall please do confide, He’s not Clark Kent so one of them must die

I… no… he… no… boy… no… you see… this story, my story, like rain… grace and peace
Forgiveness and a funeral dirge has become this boy’s recurring theme. Continued to be…

© 2006 kenn bivins

Symmetry is but skin deep and I’m in a sentimental mood
Kaleidoscopes and Coltrane and the serendipity of you
Intoxicated ramblings drunk from the elixir of your dew
Never said I was so sinless but I am an heir of a great Jew

Some say that the crop is considered from the root
Some say the fool is wisest when he’s mute
Some say that I am a man of good repute
I say your skin makes me wonder of your fruit.

Nerve endings and oil glands and blood vessels do compose
And collagen and elastin and goose bumps when youre cold
I love your skin and the fruit within if I may be so spry and bold
And this love, dear Dove still stays above when gravity wins the fold

Some say beauty is skin deep from the tooth
Some say my unannounced Dove looks a lot like you
Some say what’s within is worth declaring all the truth
Your vellum dermis casing skin it lovingly announces… YOU.

© 2006 kenn bivins