The Poetics of Stephen Cosey

Time
i watch my soul dance
upon the equinox, threshold
between forever and today…
catch whispers floating through
verbal waters leaving behind
waves of revolution…
raised black fists causes the
seasons to change as cold
air brush against heavens
window sill…
black voices create ripples
in the earth as young
brothas and sistas struggle to
live and let go…
no time for questions…
no time for tears…
no time for answers…
no time for second-guesses…
…just time to pray
…just time to love
…just time to live
…just time to die.
-© Stephen Cosey 2001-

Ancient Silhouette
tell me what's on you heart.
confide in the spirit of the wind
as shadows dance above sunsets
floating across the silky heavens.
bathe me in Nile water, cleanse me of the
dust rising from the
land of Kemet.
can you feel my heart
beating through my chest, my
soul exposed, eyes screaming to
see what's next.
take your time child
let me take in your beautiful
shoulders, you sensuous dark skin,
your thighs calling my name.
let me caress your state of
mind and ease your situation.
let me massage your tender feet;
walking on water must be tiring.
let me play you a melody from
my soul, a tune we both
share with matching scars.
but what is your name child?
is it Amina Queen of Zaria?
or is it Nandi Queen of Zululand?
or is it Nefertari Queen of the land of the blacks?
i leave my misery behind and
merge with your silhouette and
we make love on the tops of
pyramids and that place where
the earth and sun collide.
© Stephen Cosey

beatitude
somewhere time stands still,
zion calls and the hemisphere bleeds.
bless the hands that touch the earth,
creatures of infinity, children of the unborn.
i surrender my burdens on the horizon as time ticks in reverse.
i lift my black fists toward the equinox as sunfire scorches my skin.
now i feel you.
laying on the verge of serenity
your eyes become paradise for my soul.
-Stephen Cosey 2000

black rose
my mind drifts to the
east
tryin’ to imagine were i would
be if this place had not
consumed me
tastin’ the sweetest rain that
ever made the journey to
earth
harvesting the fruit this sacred
land gave birth
loving this black skin for all
that it’s worth
sometimes i just can’t understand
tryin’ to quench this thirst
with a shot glass of truth
tired of starvin’
tired of makin’ excuses for the
missin’ pieces
but i saw a black rose today
blossoming in the midst of decay
draped in her splendor
whispering to my soul.
© Stephen Cosey

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