Black Up

this is for some of you.
You forgot what it was like to remember
what your parents said.             what
                                       it was like 


to grow up in the 40s and 50s;
some of you
you act as if we’ve always had the right to swim in the same pools 
to drink out the same fountains 
to love their men and their women. 
to shit in their toilets 

get together folks:

our parents were only qualified to clean those toilets


black yourselves up
or it will be done for you.

on a lower scale. 

retro-
actively.

--AlexGeorge

Kaleidoscope

Take me somewhere nice

You asked:

you don’t have to worry about that.

I hope to take you places you’ll never want to leave

hope to make you see colors you never before

have seen.

                          /and we don’t even have to leave the house.

when I love

you know it.

when I love

I go overboard in showing it,

leaving no doubt

what you mean

to

me.

 

-AlieuxCasey-George

 

The song my heart sings

Love came looking.

& it found me,

In the form of you,

(

exactly what I asked for

- ) .

It’s you,

the one God has designed

just for me.

this I know;

we are so synchronized.

there is no doubt

While going on with our daily lives

becoming familiar with each other

It’s as if our hearts were being carefully,

meticulously calibrated.

eventually we both noticed-

we both realized

we couldn’t deny

our heartbeats had become unified:

the same beat.

the same sound.

the same ebb and flow,

like the different vocal sections of a choir;

the tenor.

the bass.

the alto.

the soprano

&

with the proper placement of notes

little by little

coming together to create music-

a song only we can sing

because only we know both the words and the harmony .

We.

Yes, we-

You and I.

You are my love. The song my heart sings.

You make my life better

Just by being in it.

And who am I

(to be blessed by God )

to be loved by someone like you?

I’m no one special ,

But that’s how you make me feel ,

Special.

For you are the manifestation of everything I dreamed

hoped,

and prayed for in a mate

someone to hold my hand through this journey,

this thing called life.

Dear God,

I asked of you,

and You answered.

Thank you.

--Alieux Casey- George


I was asked to compose a poem for a couple of friends who are getting married. This is what I came up with.

Luxury

LUXURY   When Love Calls

we know the answer

already-

love is the question

we always wonder about.

we go about our daily lives

consciously (and subconsciously)

wondering why we breathe.

looking,

searching

within the confines of our brain:

a reason

for what the heart already knows:

why it flutters

with the mere mention of one’s name.

why the skin tingles

with the slightest touch.

why our eyes can see the sun shining-

even though it’s raining.

why nothing else

seems to matter as much

                              anymore.

it is love:

love.

and that is the easy part

we all have loved

but loving and being loved—

now,

that is luxury.

priceless,

thought it is free.

we can not buy it

we can not sell it.

we are lucky to have it call our name.

love.

--Alieux D. Casey-George