little black book.((((the architect?)

crossing
sections
between
shapeless
planes
i draw
finer lines
indicating
boundaries
that only exist
with the thought of space
and everything
in between
is purely
intent
which i
never intended
to cross
but a section
in my mind
could not
comprehend the
sketched gray lines
over erasures
over the never should have happened moments
that do happen
and that's when we make the choice
to start all over again on a fresh piece of vellum
or reveal our pasts, presents and maybe futures on that sketch
we've been working on since...forever really

wake up.

with a cocoa flow
i ride the wave
as their voices
enter my mind
and linger there for awhile
we make choices
and sometimes
sometimes spirits
get weaken
crash
and burn
but the ashes
gritty and blackened
remain in our lives
and linger there for awhile
build up on pressure
on the pain
and the stress of being human
in this anti-human humanity
a quiet force
blows
no longer lingering
but screaming
insighting fire from those ashes
and hail from every other cloud in the sky
knocking the consciousness from sinners
and saints
forcing them to go the distance
forcing them to recomprehend their world
their thoughts
their lives
and each other

>de bitch mode>>>$510 for a class I never took last year and now motherf-ers aren't letting me register...i hate this school i'm transferring...maybe

and now i feel oppressed
by the weight of higher education
where the lower classes
take their rightful place
bowing their heads
to mediocre western philosophies
in eastern ivy laced buildings
covered with hidden truths
stiffling futures and pasts the same
i want to be a doctor
no a lawyer
or maybe just maybe the first
black woman president
or maybe i think more than maybe
the first
black woman for the people instead
as i repave and reroute roads and minds
rebuild destroy and destroy some more
unconventional yet text book thinking
that have you analyzing theorems
about how much you aint got
and how how much answering
the end of chapter review questions
will help you reach the top
what top
not the top of everest or some unknown
crater on the moon
but paper stacks
filled with inventory for bic pens and toner
and ah yes last month's contact list
that needs to be updated bimonthly
and if your not too busy - bimondayly
bimondayly???where is my college tuition going???