Glass Staircase

Mute

2013-04-22T18:18:00.000-04:00

Bold Zulu God
In my dreams
I see flesh dripping
Like candle wax
Coating my tongue
Like white chocolate
It sticks to the roof
Of my mouth
So I can't form words
Instead
I use my eyes and within them
You see sign language
Of the heart

Speak.

A Bed of Dollar Bills

2013-03-04T19:40:00.001-05:00

Death wears a crown

Set with a golden dove

Surrounded by gems in

Blackened blood burgundy

Such headgear holds the image

Of a halo and the weight

Of a lifeless vessel

Like guilt upon the shoulders

Like the ruby eyes of a bird

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Kings in the Grass/Queens in the Slab

2013-01-14T16:52:00.000-05:00

A divinity that is affection
Searching for perfection in man
Child-bearing hips
Ass like a full moon
So thirsty
Sippin' cyanide
Poisoned by
The beauty of the beholder
That lies in the belly
Sorta like survival of the fittest
Fattest thighs, fitted jeans
Barely tapering to the waist
Taken in at the seams
Like inhaling and taking a
Long, slender finger
To the back of the throat
Bypassing glory

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Uncertain Identities

2012-12-13T16:54:00.000-05:00

The spirit of a soldier takes over
When my hell is in dire need
Bullets bounce off tranquility
And floats to the head of stability
The oxygen is so heavily polluted
It pulls me into hypnosis
Away from blank stares
And blank eyes that belong in trash cans
The monster in all of us
Rips a piece of our human nature
And burns the bark
Simple as skinning a tree
I'm willing to blow a limb
Or even kill if it meant
I could escape the presence of them

Devils

I commit a sin to disguise

My true meanings

A white gown

Pure of black ink

Lucifer's substance

Raining over me and the rest of civilization

We hope divine waters aren't tainted with blood

we wash our necks and

Wipe our faces with bullshit on hands

Leaving a stench so vile that flies

Infest multiply and breed

Maggots so large

They're often mistaken

For another good citizen

Anonymous

2012-11-04T20:45:00.000-05:00

From the fires that killed Coretta

To the Remington That killed King

The dragon has come

Gentleman The dragon has come

The chant of George Jackson's political death

Fire breathed bullets leave a paper trail

Red white & blue dollar bills

Eject from the mouth of

The Divine Ruler of The Ocean

Into the hands That beat Emmett Till

Into the hands of assassins

Into the same bullets that took

Liuzzo & X

Like buckshots the never ending

Roots expand sawed off at the CORE

Tied around the necks of

Shwerner

Goodman

Chaney
Steers
Doresy
Scott
Nelson
Shipp
Barksdale
Smith
Holbert
Turner

Augur

2012-07-16T20:03:00.001-04:00

I felt a type of way

The kind of feeling when death

Is about to strike

A jolt like brother & sister

An urge like a painter's

A pain like a poet's

The ache of a mother

Facing her childhood

And children alike

____© (Power)

2012-05-29T14:17:00.000-04:00

In an effort to be forgiven
A believer tries to convert
An atheist into a ~~God~~ fearing man
When the believer is more at war
With himself
Than the atheist is at war
Against a higher power
Who is full of shit
And who is on the right path?

Another ~~life~~
Another test
Where every answer
Is never good enough
And the woman or man
Next to you acts
As your teacher
~~Samo samo~~
(Same old shit)
Different preacher

Who's to impress who
When we're all nobodies?
What happened to
Only ~~God~~ can judge?
If ~~God~~ makes no mistakes
Why aren't we all white
Blue-eyed angels?
Is the real definition of homophobia
Scared of temptation?
If a sin is a sin
Why are hands
With blood on them
More guilty than hands
With dirt under the nails?
If people are people
Why is equality unattainable?
Why does every religion
Preach different rules
Yet all claim to be right?
~~Samo samo~~
(Same old shit)
Different day

Who's to impress who
In a world where
~~Faggots are the new~~
~~Jews on aryan territory~~
~~Nigga is the new~~
~~White boy slang~~
~~Niggers are still less than~~
~~And~~ ~~nothing~~ ~~more~~
~~Than a dead man~~

?

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Regression/Psychiatry

2012-05-22T14:14:00.000-04:00

I live by the word
Of organized noise
Heavy sound waves tremble
As white paint
Splattered in my face
I leave notes on my journey
For others to read
I don't need to know
What I'll always remember
I save a rock
That looks like crumbling
Flesh toned brick
My keepsake opens up
In the heart of Jerusalem
Under hot sun rays
Passing by Stanford's
Boy on a Camel
All my heroes are dead
A piece of
Who I was
Lies in them
It makes us
Who I am
My targets are precise
I aim like daggers
Looking to pierce
And take for
Future reference

My naked skin will be
Uniquely mounted
On every pendulum
When I return home

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Doctrine

2012-05-15T14:51:00.003-04:00

The flickering audio
of the radio
the dim signal
of crashing waves
swamp rats rejoice
as darkness falls into
a bitter haze
feet dry
now wet
soaked in blood
of the swamp rats dune
I left without a trace
wiped my footprints away
with the meat
of my exposed hands
bandaged to keep
blood at bay
skinless hands attached
to arms cursed by The Mark of Cain
are never enough
to deflect the bullets
from cross wielding arms

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Fallacies

2012-05-08T14:48:00.003-04:00

Caught up on the latest gossip
Wearing the latest fashion trends
MP3 player shuffles through
The billboard top 40 dance tracks
The newest version of the iPhone is old news
From invariably probing the inbox
For a text you'll never receive
From a person you'll never love
But for now you're head over heels
And when you close your eyes
You imagine your kingdom
As an old school barber shop
Non-professional so
The only cut the barber knew
Involved a bowl & slightly rusted scissors
And the combo included
A close shave with an old knife

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Chambers

2012-05-01T14:15:00.000-04:00

Habit forming pain killers

King's oath taken by mouth

Forgetting love

Becoming free

An intercession into divinity

Royal servants evolve mankind

From enamel dust to golden ashes

Over gardens and on

The backs that carry lashes

Face to face

Soul, too

So full,

I wish for half a heart

Not this loyal chamber of shit

Heir to the throne

Disfigured

Compared to

Ancient busts

Of the messiahs

Of the temple

Let peace be

With the maker

Devour the blood

Of the killer

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ˈkrɒsɪŋ

2012-04-24T14:35:00.001-04:00

I transcend from vatican
To a place where snow caves in
Ain't no sunshine around my town
Just cold souls bucking like horses
Giving birth to the devil
Words appear in midair
Light as a whisper
Women lay on their backs
And get dirt in their hair
Men drive their fancy cars
And carry their diamond
Studded bitches around
The necks of the devils
The necks of themselves
Peace from the east
Gets murdered in the west
The slain bodies
Cover potholes while
Water bugs lay & rest

Maggots nest on the rotten flesh
Giving fresh eggs of forbidden death

Flies swarm the young
Hardly talking
Hardly walking
Amongst these filthy humans
Out came the flies
They ate on shit left
By bitches & praise
Well smitten
Like vampires
The biting
Were once
Never bitten

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Ungodly Act I

2012-04-10T14:29:00.001-04:00

"The death in which we believe
is the god in which we don't..." -

The uneasy feeling
The breaths you take
The thoughts you think
When no one is looking
But always around
Like hide n' go seek
To a child

The fast of
Water/syrup/cayenne pepper
The rotting teeth
The aesthetics of a queen
That cost too much
Melancholy in your pocket
Like that face down penny
You picked up because
You're not superstitious
But still hoping for luck

Amiss is the mindset
That dares to relish
In fat ass complements
Thus drugstore laxatives
Are the substitute for
Anal sex

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Hands

2012-04-03T14:11:00.000-04:00

You brush your hair in the evenings
Humid curls with every stroke
As if moist fingers tousled your locks
You say it's the damp heat
In our room
So I turn on the AC
And enjoy this sky blue fiddle
She walks to the kitchen counter
Her robe half open
He admires a peek of her breast
As she goes on about her business
Yet shudders at the depths of life
And death
Between her legs
If I would've surrendered
Like a civilian told to throw
The white flag
In the trenches
My reward would proudly
Be a house
With too many bathrooms
And a bed that's just
For me
To sleep

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Underpass

2012-03-20T14:45:00.000-04:00

How can God imagine
if he created it all?
that is the underlined question
the underlying fear of
most daily nightmares
when you're hanging on
to your last dollar bill
you ask for some change
and get nothing but
an ear full of pity
you politely give a fuck you
in return
hatred for hatred
unknown for unknown
I kicked religion in the ass
I've been my own God
for some time
now I can't imagine
and I created nothing
not even my own future
because that's the doing of
someone's past
and will ultimately become
someone's present
because of me

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Outcast/Alien/Refugee

2012-03-12T21:56:00.000-04:00

I wake up the moon
With shattering glass
Mirroring my mind state
Seven years bad luck
A devil child now a grown man
Whose untimely death
Will begin while
Burning in hell
That's the story of a human
Who came into this world
Just like everybody else
When the only piece of him
That was taken without permission
Was his foreskin
Now blood clots travel
To the heart of a monster
Metaphorically speaking
Like raising a stillborn child
To save on the funeral costs
Because that's what being
A decent american is all about

Passing off The Brain Dead As One of You

The mockingbird that don't sing is you

The conformist is you

The loner with a bright future is you

The problem is you

The suicidal one who's all smiles is you

The life that flashed before

The pull of a trigger is you

The narcissist is you

The hero is you

The spineless snake is you

The advocate is you

The rebel is you

The process

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Back

2012-02-27T21:13:00.000-05:00

I can barely understand

My own handwriting

Let alone my fucked up mind

Like I'm rolling around

On the very same bedsheets

That make my scalp itch

In a cloud of cigarette smoke

I can hear morning birds chirp

I can see the sun rise

Without a wink of sleep

I wonder why they say

Sleep is the cousin of death

When not getting any will

Kill you quicker

As I dread the coming day

In rush of a returning night

To drink away

Stayin' awake is

The real motherfucker

Bathed in a great deal of denial

This tub is my home

With every ounce of

Whiskey tainted water

That splashes from my dropping

A bottle only makes this moment

That much sweeter

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Solace

2012-02-21T00:18:00.002-05:00

The calluses on my hands could've
Saved a man from a stray bullet
Standing as tall as the hair
On the back of my knuckles
Dutch courage on the tips
Of my fingers death dripping
Down my palm across my lifeline
My hand is slightly pressed against
My nose I inhale the scent
Like a lonely drunken soul
The morning after cheap sex
With all my demons

"...And when they rise,
They rise above you
As if you were
Born into
Dust..."

Old spiritual talk
From the black man
hanging on a rusty rail
We caught eyes
I took a sip of liquor
He hands me a bible
My touch of blood
Burned the pages
So I poured liquor on it
The black man said
I'm going to hell
By the hand of God
If I continue to pour
My liquor on those pages
Will it take this pain
From my throat
I poured liquor on that bible
To consume what killed me
And what Jesus is still dying for
Seized by a temporary
Fixation I believed was
An epiphany yet
Unequal to my darkest figure

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Stargazer Lily

2012-02-13T20:37:00.001-05:00

dedicated to my mom

Going through a world of pain
Didn't stop you from
Giving me a world of love

I wish I could place the world
In your hands so everyone
Could see what I see
Like a passport with all the stamps
To show the miles your heart
Has traveled

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Man x Guitar

2012-01-30T20:33:00.003-05:00

a lonely guitar
a lonely soul
create harmonies
as powerful as
steel strings
catching lightning
this is love
passion affirmed
with every strum of a chord
morning walks
with ol' no name
around my back
swingin'

©2012 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

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Willful

2012-01-24T14:27:00.000-05:00

A king's crown laid with blood diamonds
From the poorest river
A church goer on the sidewalk
Holding signs with readings of the Devil
A child abused a mother ignores to save herself
Like an empty collection plate
Passing a beautiful Shellie McDowell
If God's love is biased how will
I wake up in the morning
With his love as my only desire
Life is written in stone
Words splattered in red ink
Cursed with a black pupil
As the dot on every i

Black masters white slaves
Vs. white masters black slaves
Black on white against black on black
All white on white supremacy flags
Thrown in vanilla rushing waters
As black face(s) running the streets
Of NY to the sounds of Gil Scott-Heron

Masquerades

2012-01-17T14:36:00.003-05:00

A rafter of turkeys crowd a room

Like the cover photo of a bestseller

In an effort to avoid yet another

Superfluous cliche labeled as a metaphor

Like a needle that stings to numb the pain

But only dulls my existence

The truth hurts only when it's spoken

From those who don't know love

Like the empty heart of an elder

Zambia tribe leader turning boys into men

Yet in cowardice returned from Mukanda

Himself uncircumcised

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This poem is greatly inspired by Phyllis Galembo's amazing tribal photography book 'Maske'.
Each year, in Northwest Zambia, village elders select boys aged between seven & thirteen
to participate in the initiation ceremonies and rituals known as 'Mukanda'. When Mukanda
is complete, they return to the village, which celebrates their transformation from boys into men.

Gainsay

2012-01-03T14:36:00.005-05:00

This old apartment quarantined and abandoned

Housing bloody mirrors and spotless walls
For a decent distraction

They say a wounded spirit never leaves its home

I must turn myth to legend in a bed of flesh and bone

As I walk alone dragging a loved one through dirt

I a gravedigger let his demons spread like cancer

Rotting fumes with every raindrop

The scent of lust at its coldest

I shall sacrifice purity for endless orgasm

And love what so many can't bear to accept

The precious gem of vanity

Slit my throat in the name of validation if master asked

A pouring of blood beautifully

Displayed in a riedel wine glass

Each sip dribbling down the side of your mouth

And into the pocket of your handsome face

My instincts are cannibal as I witness

A slow rotting fine paste

I found pleasure in the cum filled asshole

Of a malignant asshole

It should be filled with maggots

I should be filled with guilt

Not gazing at my master like he wasn't

A fucking human being

More like a victim of distress

Ripped from head to base like torture to a rapist

Master held me close

Leaving his mark like a cicatrix

Stark naked and soft

His veins pulsate as if their yearning

For crack cocaine

He's addicted as I

An eternal sleeper on a cot of decomposed forgiveness

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(Portrait)

2011-12-27T14:48:00.004-05:00

They say the devil is always busy
I assume he's the owner of doubt
I'm only human so late at night
I wonder off into the future
and try to find my failure instead
of what I believe is my success
monkey on my back
responsibility on my shoulders
even through hell the angel on earth
that is my mother tells me
all things are possible through christ
still I can't understand
how I can look at her without tears
bearing down my cheeks
how I carried the weight of a man
but never lost hold of my childhood
learned my life lessons
without the aid of a classroom
while every razor bump told me
to go with the grain
I refused to listen and still came out clean
statistics show that a young black boy
would turn out to be
just another jail cell filler
especially with a father who could buy
a nintendo 64 but couldn't find the time
to raise his own boy
I knew my roll long before
the musk of foul armpit
slapped me across the face
I was the man of the house
but still my mama
kept me in my place
raising a leader
in a war from pole to pole
where slangin' firearms
and niggas killin' niggas
is an everyday casualty
the shackles are gone
but mental slaves are
at an all time high
like endless bad bitches
and an all time high
are the only things
I should give a fuck about
so instead I sit in trees not roll them
and dream to Watch The Throne
"No Church in The Wild"
or some song no one ever heard of
thinking to myself
*could I be the kanye west of poetry?*
yet another tasteless metaphor

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Final.

2011-12-20T14:51:00.005-05:00

I brain dead for reason

emptiness I hustle

where the devilish spawn

seeds (rosary beads)

my faith made a fool of him

our true color is werewolf

wild is our instinct

(biased belief)

race you to heaven

sniff the blood of a loser

because I am

a bastard child

a black angel

a worshiper

a non-believer

'til my death

yet, still, I

waiting for holy kisses

on my face

smearing my vision

in red paint

for a sexy lip print

on a married man's collar

incessant laughter among the gods

nonsense of earth's intruders

tiptoeing across broken paths

already set in stone

like reading a lone scripture

time and time again

each on a brand new

slab of concrete