Poem 56 of 365

Cogent(Time)

I want time to understand, I am feeble as lilac scented memories bulling me, intimidating me dauntingly, scratching at the intensity of my blurry iniquities my cocktailed hypothesizing of the time I see vividly.

I want time to know I am solid in the suit that is STRONG BLACK MAN, and I’ll do most of what I can to provide the essentials for the seeds placed in deep belly’s of sweaty, nervous hands and for the first TIME I’ll turn anger down to understand.

I want time… no! I need time to know I’ll go slow to build blocks of honesty and integrity strong as mountains on flimsy snow, I want time to feel the beauty of a woman scorned could be forewarned if her man would zip up his fuckin’ pants even though the may be torn… instead of bleeding on the embarrassment of ignominy thorns.

I want…. I want time to come alive and give me back every person I love who has died, and realize there are too many precious moments LOST IN TIME.

I want time to stop! And paint portraits of my needs from the valley TOPs of mustard seeds, pushing me into a burning silhouette of my indiscretions and mild regrets… so I may in theory allow good deeds to jump, burst and roll with excitement into a belly flop at 180 degrees.

I want time filled mist bottled in a spray and seasoned across perfect masculine lips and down strong curved hips laced with force at my fingertips… I want time to show me when it’s time to stop this atrophy of time and raise my head in a state of validate, because I’ll evaluate from seldom mistakes the very time I ablate, and now lost, I appreciate the time I could accumulate
if I only treasured the cogent difference time makes.