Monthly Archives: December 2014

the sound of rain… [POEM]

this is. the sound of rain
pressed up against my face
wet. drenching. soaking
into my skin
drawing my face into
and coming out. from within
squeezing onto my ears
dripping down my chin
pulling my hair
this is the sound of rain
warming. tasting like
sun moistened wonderful
perfectly fit to my lips
and sucking me into
puddles. and pleasure.
feeling like
the discovery. of treasure
a forecast of storm
torrential. warm.
this is the sound of rain
rising to the occasion
leaving spots. and drops.
and rememberings.
leaving time to fade away
taking breaths
in a way
never felt before
holding on to me
saying things
never felt before
like. everything.
this is the sound of rain
being swallowed
followed into bliss
starting with a kiss
and allowing
the sound of rain
to consume. to exist.
and overwhelming you,
with it
an intoxicating ecstasy,
a temperature that is not,
I feel it. You spill it.
onto my chest
while my tongue
tastes tight spaces
and waits. for. it.
mixed into the rhythm
and mood
grabbing for hands
reaching for food
trying to pull
a record
Like a song. On repeat.
Skipping. To the beat.
of refrain.
say it out loud. My name.
Scream. My name.
Wet. Dream. My name.
to. the sound of rain


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers


What… [POEM]

what is the use
in praying after
in staying after
in staying captured

what purpose is there
in laughter,
that is manufactured
in activists,
that are actors

what is the reason
for after
for being that sure
for a rapture,
if you are that pure

what need is there
in talent
if you won’t tap it
and passion
if not accurate

what good is a God
that has it
but is no factor
no faction
of whom no fact is

what is the point?


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Thought for the Moment [#15]

We all know how devastating, destructive, and distracting our coping mechanisms can be, right?

Like, how they can COMPLETELY destroy our ability to face our realities and deal with our problems/issues head on… Right?

You know, the way they become our means of communication and comfort, our reflex, our reference point, our refuge and respite from what we perceive as danger(s) or deliberate harm to our safety, security, and significance…

They become our default means of dialogue and demeanor. They become our identity. We define ourselves through, with, and by the notion of these devices.

They often, far too often, become enough of who we are to then be what and how we are known, and recognized, by others. These coping measures and techniques become our common practice, our habits, our tradition. They become culture. They become learned, and then passed on.

They become the only picture we paint after awhile. We perfect them and swear by them. We put them on display, for others to admire, appreciate, and soon accept. These coping measures and mechanisms develop into routine and ritual. We practice them to the full and wholeheartedly. We cherish and protect them. We defend them at all cost to the extent of all we are capable of and at the expense of all we possess.

And we don’t want to hear anything else. Because this is what we know. We are comfortable. We are safe in knowing this, whatever “this” is. Because this gives us something to hang and hold onto.

And the thing about coping is that the accomplishment of it- or what we perceive as the accomplishment of it- gives us the justification to maintain the measure. Because we often, far too often, determine that this thing is how or why we survived. Or why we were able to survive.

And you cannot tell us much of anything after we realize that we survived, and after we believe that this thing is the reason why.

Yea, just thinking about how religion has become the coping mechanism for so many of us.

Whatever or whomever our “Jesus” is has become our vice.



©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

It’s morning, where are you… [POEM]

This morning was you
warm and unusual,
but new
something different about it
something blue
a strange intuition,
one of few

and then I knew

This morning hadn’t moved
no signs of life,
no views
a sacrifice
something to prove
remnant from the night,

What could I do

This morning wants to use
doesn’t want to wake up
doesn’t want to break-up
liking where it was,
why does it have to shake up
why does it have to accuse?


This morning went to do
something or everything
nothing or both,
all that was possible,
one thing the most…


This morning there were two
a shadow in the place you left
a question on your breath
an imagination on your mind
an empty on the steps

Wish it weren’t true,

but I didn’t fall asleep last night,
chased every second to get here
didn’t miss one
but you didn’t get here,

It’s morning, where are you?


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

I can’t breathe… [POEM]

I can’t breathe

No oxygen,
air is no option,
my airway is obstructed,
by obstacles
the opps,
are opportune

Get off of me,
I can’t move

Can’t lose
but can’t win either
right to freedom
right to choose,
can’t win either
can’t win by the
rules and obligations,
can’t express it either

Get off of me,
I can’t move

Can’t choose to sell
what I brought,
Who is the real suspect?
You or me
we both handle our business
me, literally
you, lethally
It’s not that serious,
leave it be
or don’t breathe

Get off of me,
I can’t move

Can’t prove wrongdoing
no matter the wrong doing
it only matters that I’m wrong
and you’re doing
despite my burden of proof
according to grand jury
I am not afforded
nor can I afford,
or to prove

Get off of me,
I can’t breathe

Can’t see any other way,
justice can not wait
I’m tired of this chase
I can not keep up this pace
there is no expression
for what I am about to face
but you only see expression,
about face
my every movement
to you
about race
of what I am about to say

Get off of me,
I can’t move

Can’t soothe the fears
Can’t lose the years
Can’t do this here

Get off of me,
I can’t breathe

You don’t need more training
You need abstaining
try refraining from framing
as a picture of
what the poster child
for your assumption
may be,
I am not the evil
that your reflection
made me

I’ve had enough
and I can not suck it up,
can’t breathe

Can’t leave a legacy
behind letting be
so I will let it happen
one more time
by letting it happen to me

Get off of me,
I can’t breathe

What your illegal chokehold can’t see
is what is coming behind me
a generation unwilling
to hold its breath,
ready to breathe
a young impulse that will not
to defeat
and ready to seize

All ready to freeze

Your assets
and your development
and your economy
and your farm systems
sound your alarm systems
this is no warning
we are beyond arbitration
this is the part
and where we are,

So don’t move,
and see
what it is like

To have to hustle
to have anything
because you don’t have
just a chance to halve

Get off of me,
I can’t move

Can’t do what I want
or what may be necessary
so I am passing on
to do what is necessary
and show how
you’ve chosen us to be

We can’t move,
We can’t breathe

mask this in blue
if you want to
but we all know what is true
this ain’t about who,
but hue
about entitlement,
about no one having power,
but you

Get off of me,
Or get moved

too many years like this
too many examples
too long to suffer this nonsense
too long to have to handle
what you deem right

so, it will have to be
whatever it has to be,



©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Thought for the Moment [#14]

“Make it happen”

Don’t be so lost in “logical” or fantasizing in faith that you pass your practical.

What can you really do?

No, seriously…

What can YOU really do?

Do that. Don’t mire in the details, or the distractions. Stop imagining the interruptions or the impediments… DO SOMETHING. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other, day by day.

It won’t all be done in one swift moment. It was never meant to be. You wouldn’t appreciate it if it was. You need the process. You need the practice. You need the plan.

Today is a great day to start. Beginning is the most controversial and congested part. Once you fight through the armies and legions of doubt and delay, obstacle and obstruction, pessimism and problem, you are well on your way. But you have to get that far. You have to press to get that far.

No excuses or explanations are necessary. Just do it.

There is a benefit to your “bad”. There is a reward for your repetition. There is a success designed and designated for YOUR story!
You have to figure it out. You have to work it out. It is in you, and you have to get it out.

You don’t need an example. You need the exercise. You don’t have to be the expert. You are an expert of YOUR experience. You are exactly what YOU need to make it happen!

Make it happen!

©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers


Simply. I Love you.
No context
just plain and simple
No contest.
Your colors are my rainbow
and everything else, is beautiful.
Sunrises and starry skies. Make sense now.
because of you
Precepts forgotten. Inhibition wanton.
there is a sense of nostalgia
coming into view
Simply. I love you.
falling free into the embrace. of your arms.
of your kind
blind to blindness
Finding every reason to find you. Next to me.
complicating what once was. Destiny.
and still as happy as I have ever been
Something just makes sense. Clearly.
Simply, I love you.


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers