Folab's Chill Corner

I set my sails on the wingless wings of poesy. A small ship set its anchor on an island for lovers and for a brief moment, you were mine.  It felt just like the day I graduated. The twisting of emotions inside me left me with conceiving short breaths. Each one with An overwhelmingly fierce happiness spinning out of control and partially tempered by disbelief.... Mine.  There was a song I heard in my head.  It was a song for Zula. A sweet little song with no melody. A catchy tune with no beat. A mouthy song with no lyrics.  It played endlessly in my sleep; where there are no illusions or complexities. Just the simplicity of a you and me.  Or maybe an appreciation for an us.  Even if, temporary.  It danced around my soul. Piece by piece taking over each ventricle and cabinet of my heart.  Why? Little babbles and baby sparks. And unrevealed mystery behind your eye lashes. Y our eyes are a tabernacle where stars are birthed. An enchanted dreamworld....

Pharaohs of the past created Architectural marvels while their Darker counter parts were busy waging war against each other and "dancing their ass off"... In a single generational quantum leap, the powers that be have buried the N-word but can never bury foolishness or the inability for moral constructiveness. We who are by standers have indeed caught stray bullets from both sides of the equation more so from the dancing. We cannot continue to keep feeding conversations that are fueled with ridiculous assertions to which darkness is equated with ignorance, but perhaps with the unknown or the unseen or the loss of identity. Like a slow fairy tale told around a camp fire before sleep we too struggle to excavate the deep amongst us to find what substantiates certain seemingly natural but uncontrollable behavior. Our rigidity makes it impossible to confront us directly with bare hands...but play the right tune and a nod of the head breaks out like an uncontrollable smile...as...