Bipolar

Bipolar

Today I woke up to a melodic tone escaping my phone, ready to address the usual. Usually lacking the set to reset my mind needing folded hands and reverence, I pray for consistency. Amened to welcome what's next I smile to confuse what looks scrambled.

Love Bore

The day's drowsiness touched the motive lying next to possibility and halted everything but I was indifferent. There was no felt difference in the distance so the unwanted patience against time led to the comfortable hostage I introduced when I gave up. And I guess the very moment I closed the door, my cup spilled over into the hands I'd disposed of at the judges table. There was no need to compete, no qualified beings or delegates, just large. And I promise it didn't get further than that. Until boredom dilated my pupils and the light was a pain...feathering the soles of my feet, I laughed into something that was never intended for keeps. But I remembered the shades, and I needed them to see. Those overexposed "be"s played the feces out of me and planted an irreversible addition to an earlier rendition chartered by one thought. And every time I'm tortured by remembrance, I face what I never fought...

What’s Clear!!!!

What’s Clear!!!!

I could sit here and play my sax or gracefully plie; And without a delay, you’d realize I should stick to what’s spoken; Given without choice, accepting what was chosen. It’s simply a spill, filled with thoughts pouring into words that rationalize; So lend your ATTENTION and listen, I won’t paralyze.

See it’s this thing they call darkness, designed and redefined to cloud what should have remained clear. It has blinded our generation, got ‘em thinking and seeing things different from how they appear. I’m standing here and what you see is that I’m black, vividly expressed in a darker shade; governmentally displayed as African American. I’m a woman, but not just any ol’ woman, I’m a black woman; Colored and resolute with an ancestral curvaceous figure, THICKER than Joe’s Truest Religion and did I mention, I’m known to be strong? When I talk in this tone, using this dialect to be politically correct, I become what is not clear…An Educated Black Woman.

Let me pause and unfog what should have been clarity…Treated like a charity, where usage and display seem much of a parody. I keep hearing my people refer to themselves as coins…You know, pennies, nickels, and dimes? As if the woman is some expenditure, metaphorically speaking in their rhymes… What’s clear? I’m a dime, NO a roll of dimes…No a PARADIGM to that little girl that lives behind the picture painted by what’s fed to her ears, her mind. Speaking into existence her limitations and so she defines…herself. Whether she be lead or mislead, understood or misread, it all dates back to what she was fed, back then or now, her future’s been said. Said and placed into the hands that carried us over here in the first place. Standing astir of what looks like her own, far from what should’ve been cleared…by people like you and me whose glasses were whipped by ancestry. So again, I ask what’s clear?

What’s clear is that Sojourner Truth, Harriet Tubman, and Zora Neale Hurston did it! What’s clear is that clear is clear. Without blemish, free from darkness. Every spec I did not expect, God windexed; And when I couldn’t see past adversity, He drove for me. What’s clear, is standing right here and those things that appear to be unclear, not clearly understood, I’ve achieved because I believed…NOW, IS THAT CLEAR?

Subsequently

Subsequently

Slow jogging on the treadmill has my heart pounding
Sweating processed Aquafina
Complimented with nothing better than a slight dislocation of my Vickies

SUB-SEQUENT-LY

A toned body, a bigger confidence and great magnitudes of personal satisfaction
Only initiated by self because self speaks works, maybe lies or truths, meaningful or meaningless
Ultimately resembling the artistry of your true “SELF” indeed
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Blabbing at the mouth, co-signing to conversations that were already dimensionalized by Jane Doe and Billy Ray.
In other words, NOYB
But why ramble in a gamble when you have no money and the casino ain’t ever seen yo…yo...

SUB-SEQUENT-LY

Limited friendships, refrained information, and indecent stares.
Did I mention, hurt feelings and missed knowledge.
Good, watch leads to an unpredictable demeanor.
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Game-spitting, dread infested, low waves fade approaching me, you, and your cousin
Grinding and stroking trees, branches, and leaves if possible
Thinking his un-intellect collec-tively protects
That heavily used cardboard and playmates.
Or Easy-goers, conveniently named dimes divided by one night equals nothing but a waste of time
Get your game up!



SUB-SEQUENT-LY

A “NEXT”, MTV named it appropriately
A ballot checked “NO” to your immaturity and clearly observed insecurities
A sudden portrait displaying your search for attention and lack of love, for yourself that is…
REAL women will stop the clock on your “I don’t know how to love” asssssking for another chance that you really never had
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Hard-working, heavily stocked in the Lord, wise young lady
Broken-hearted, all-giving, a great display of altruism
Sadden by the sleep of the sun because she goes home to nothing but a 1300 square feet apartment
Enriched with black granite countertops to watch another episode of the “HILLS”
Lives life according to the best “to-do” manual, Basic Instructions Before Leaving The Earth but falls short in some instances
Strong tho…

SUB-SEQUENT-LY

With God and his word first, all your needs and desires
A mate, that unconsciously makes those old loves seem like time-invested, not wasted, for a bigger payout…a blessing!
Man and Woman in Matrimony are seen as one by the Almighty. So enjoy boo!
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Through the loud mouths, selfish boyfriends, and intense workouts
Purposes are always endowed beforehand, revealed or not
Your response discovers your outcome and sometimes your strength
Anyone or anything that cosigns to your demise or endangers your salvation, LET GO!!
Nowadays, good looks can be bought so don’t cash in on that alone.
Pray!

Because Sub-sequently…

~Dominique C. Cooper

"Uncannable"

"Uncannable"

Volunteer enriched with dark skin mints
Housed in a platinum container, so rich and preeminent
Got female pups running up for pedigree so abruptly
The peculiarity can’t neutralize the particulars about me

Success surrounds my ankles, while haters stench like soles
And confidence befriends fear with real swift intros…
Introductions of my Father, you know…the rich one
Invincible and pure…laced with an incessant stun

He saves lives and can even retrieve a heart
Especially one like mine…broke, broken…seemingly apart
Instantaneous reassurance of my apparent “rare”ness attracts why bait
My intellect and class questions why waste an earthquake

I got plans, plans, plans, plans…
And yea you don’t involve them if still wearing cans
Wrapped in advance, sealed tight with only one real move
Need a tool to use and then a spoon to approve
Distaste, no taste, because you were pre-wrapped!

Yep, right now the gear is missing a shoe
And patience searches for the laces
But it’s only some Forces…you can get them by the cases!

~~~~~ Dominique C. Cooper

Trapped

Trapped in something unforgivable, obviously untrue
But held so tightly by one for nearly two…
Years of clear & black assumed infidelity or love (what some call)
From a past due “cell” BKA the infamous separator but why stall?
Time supports essence and beautifies change
…because insurance is afar and I’m the closest in range?
Impossibility sits high fighting existence; at least that’s how I mask myself, knowing I can’t let go…
Go of the obvious, maybe unintended while devilish actions intervene...
On my place in your life, small but habitual, clearly unclean
Help? Yes, you need it more so than freedom because outsiders secretly creep inside
…knowingly but closed eyed on why lights bleed darkness right next your heart;
Time supports essence and beautifies change
…while my patience boxes with the mechanism of life
Success is imprisoned and age is useless, it’s 10 years behind…no lie
Who, What, When, and Why…why…why…
My face has served as a bumper too long and time isn’t enough for being…
Stuck here, hypnotized by the second hand and controlled by the first…
Remember that “Cold is Cool for Me”…love, hunger, thirst

~Dominique C.Cooper

Thoughts a flow…

Laced in sugar sweets
Nappy hearts, words bitter keep
A discrete make to move, so fast, slow weeps

Dressed in a white gown, veiled in brown syrup
Life is a grimy slip, covered by blessings on heard
Herd-less, I should say, because grasping is like jello pudd
As only the isolated one, crowd-less seeker accomplish no THOUGHTS could…

Imagine how skies float under my shoes when I touch beyond the sky
Only to realize, to manifest the works of the GUY
Not to deviate, but water just a flow, flow…flows
As the words harmonize together out dat do

Purpose you ask, what do you say…can’t reach ya?
Expressions of an “on-high” English teacher
A bit more complex, too instantaneous to stick hard
Concentration, sense, and even logic locks – barred!

Questions to the oldest, myself – me
To challenge my love with insecurity
Only the thoughts tho…”no efforts necessary”
Can’t let this love lose to a game’s victory


~ Dominique C. Cooper