Tag Archives: Trith

was yours… [POEM]

It was your kiss
made way onto my lips
purposed for more than pleasure
that is responsible
for my melting
all over this paper

It was your touch
having its way against my will
but more than willing to keep touching
that is how
i got over my fears
of being hurt

It was your help
being so able to care for me
in all of my times
that is how I got better
and started
to better to you

It was your love
loving me well into my wellness
no matter what it was
that could have stopped us
from being
the way we are

It is your time
giving me life and space
even when you want to be closer
that got me here
with you
and forever more.


©2016 Cornelious “See” Flowers


I can’t tell… [POEM]

I don’t know
and I can’t tell,
whether you are
a muse to me
or just amuse me
acclimated to pain
or just accusing
I find the privilege,
rather abusing
you’re choosing
well within your right
but the left you are
is losing me
bruising to thee ego,
it is a pride thing,
as much as we know
but I can’t tell
can’t smell the aroma any longer
but what scent is present,
couldn’t get any stronger
a serving of plenty,
I’d rather live with hunger,
you’re too full for me
I could pretend to be satisfied,
or just wait until you empty
and stock up on groceries 
and then my simple menu
will again be tempting
or enough for a spell,
but I can’t tell.


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers

running, in place… [POEM]

whether we want to decide
or choose to be able
weather permitting a storm
or a condition unstable
if we open up to be honest
or choose belief in the fable,

everything is on the table

and you deserve a label
so here you are,
I offer to understand you
I give you my heart
by no means do I intend you harm,
just doing my part

you knew me from the start

terrible to hear that you’re lonely
that should never be
your amazing
should never even be alone,
you deserve company
a parade of amazing moments,
at the very least,
and that once was me

un-forgotten, completely

but today,
is why we don’t love the same
is a reason for the game
and tomorrow,
we won’t remember the pain

because nothing will change.


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Body Parts…  [POEM]

My lip bone
connected to your skin tone
directed towards your end zone

My tongue bone
connecting with your melanin
you’re just as soft as gelatin
yet firm and found to be resident,
that part is just incredible
and I want more

My finger bones
connect into your wanting spots
sounds asking,
do you want me not
or is it do you want me hot
I only want what you’ve got,
everything else,
on the floor

My back bone
connector to your inner animal
being used as a handle
as I use it to dismantle
everything you thought was impossible,
a physical fit,

My thigh bones
connects with you there
supporting your every care
well oiled at the present,
you are spilling it everywhere,
now you’re in the air,

My arm bones
connectable to your port
being used to support
and then used to contort
we are champions
satisfaction as a sport,
these rooms are stadiums,
we’re on

My other bones
connective as you desire
able to acquire
no outside forces needed
you are all that I require
and I am ready to connect,


©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers

What’s next… (After I’m so…) [POEM]

Hope the reflections bring about respect
Thinking about those back in the days
make me wonder about what’s next
You for it
Or just flex?

It was bad back then, no lie
Gangs, drugs, rap music, and some guns
But we had “stop the violence” movements
we were able to move around, some fun

There was beef,
legit or not
But there was a sense of order
we had spots

There was community
and a sense of pride
but somewhere in between Harold and Hadiyah,
It died

And music went from
Common to a mindless behavior
as Jesus alternated
between a charm and a Savior,
either way Jesus ain’t gone save us
We are responsible for applying the lessons that the story of Jesus gave us

I remember when you were “bogus” or “out of pocket”
and somebody “called it” for the blocks
When you were able to post up on the porch,
a legitimate neighborhood watch

We used to kick it
whether you were “sent off” or “on a mission”
and the real D-Boys wanted to do something good
and we listened…

and I miss it

Social media has made us anti-human
propaganda got us believing the hype,
undue influence
opposition prepared post put us in the paint,
from righteous to ruin
The media, the madness, this mess,

So now we “turn up” instead of turn out
we went from “burnt up” to burnt out
and the old heads are tired
Everything they worked for,
didn’t really work out

We brought into being independent
without independence
and such we scattered about our history
without any dependents
from the first descendants
to being first offender defendants


I remember when hustle was hard work
until you came up
That was how we came up
now the hustle is to hustle
Rob, Steal, and Kill
that’s how they came up,
then call it “squad”
so they gang up
bad representation,
society blame us


And still we skirt the real issues
fighting for freedoms in no mans land
400 years of hurt and still mis-used
Stuck in a religious time warp,
No matter what God ole masta gave us,
them still his views

And our inheritance
became irrelevant
It was once intelligence
became benevolence
feasting from the rations of a welfare portion
that’s not heaven-sent

So the “I’m so” is the “oke doke”
a nice distraction for the brunt of jokes
and debating legislating plants
is the blunt of smoke

We still got probationary voting rights
Evil is evil, you can’t vote it right
the miseducation taxed Lauryn Hill
and making niggaz laugh axed Dave Chappelle
what story shall we tell?…

Too many babies, too many babies
burying children, too many lately
Too many ways to explain it off
who do we blame, it’s OUR own fault,
We brought into it, WE brought them to it
WE have to call it off!


I hope these reflections bring about respect
the good ole days are gone,
What’s next?


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers
– @seethepoet