From the mind of a scry'be

Shot’h (short’ thought)

i have a need
for getting inside
yo intellect-stealing
yo ideas and wearing
them
as i live from day
to day.



haiku


im liberated
only when i can free you
in my heart and love.




chot’u


baptiz’d in
blk rain-drowned
inside
yo fears of
me ac’tually
makin’ it-
i rise right
above!



sonku (form introduced by Sonia Sanchez-3323)

let me take
yo blood and
make them
sing my joy!



haiku

i etch yo face in
my footsteps…that i may walk
in yo image…yea!

‘House of Atreus’ Publishing/2007

Poem (inspired by Crandle Carrier)

'Moses #1'




ridin out the dreams of a nation...
history whisperin in your ears...
you are the moses to a family
imbowered in 'captivity.'
hey now, blk moses...lips full and eyes
old...you've seen many lifetimes...
you got much wisdom...got much
knowledge...got much...got much...

we gon' watch u dance boogie
around yo dreams. we eatin'
the words off yo tongue, we
lickin the essence of freedom from
yo full lips.

twilight dances with sunset,
i close my eyes and see
yo eyes...seeing things beyond...

disjointed imagerys,
nostradamic prophesies. see i want my
ears blazin from the fire you
regirgitate.
If i ask u
will you cultivate me...will u grow me
after you liberate me?
will u be the wild sound of drums
across my skin? will you plug
me full of bright tomorrows and rainy
'in-this-moments?'

Young sir, you live...some black atlas
carrying the world on yo back.
...got u chained to a rock, is that right prometheus?
got u chained cause you stole fire from
the gods...so...
i guess now you scared to be u, right?
i guess u scared to bathe in the Euphrates when
everyone else cleans in the Mississippi...
i suppose you'll see yo'self
wearing the same predjudices, biases, and ideas like
everyone else huhn?

i see you black moses ...
i see you obsidian prometheus...
i see you blk deliverer of unlighted minds and
dim perceptions...i see you!
i
hear your scream for difference...you're
growled assertion of your right to be simply....U!

i hear you and i applaude you.
i hear you and i stand behind you.
i hear you blk man...
i hear you...
i smell yo' funky rhythm, yo jive groove...
i hear yo' INDIVIDUALITY
...and they do to!




'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

chot'u#4&5

cho'tu#4

(for the little blk male soprano)

cantor frm

history's

cheek, u

sing arias

in dark/light

soprano...

WOW!

chot'u#5

(for the little blk male soprano)

lift yo voice

sing power,

colors-

prophesy

in song...set

the caged nations

free!

'House of Atreus' Publishing/2007

chot'u#5

chot'u

(for j. norman)

mild und leise

blk diamond-

organ

sounding dark

nights and links

to perfect

sound.

'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

haiku#12

haiku#12

(for j. norman)

blk island your mouth

opens, carryin' sound and

u plant them in ears.

'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

haiku#11

haiku#11

(for j. norman)

mouth full and pregnant;

birth freedom and colors from

the ripeness of soul.

'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

haiku#11(for t. bussey)

haiku#11

(for t. bussey)

listened to him carve

haiku on his tongue-spit odes

into hungry souls.

H.A.Publishing/2006 ~orykal

haiku and chot'u

haiku#10

open my mouth, give

u dawns and clear twilights from

my soul to ur thoughts.

haiku#11

reach out of yo blind

jail-grab my liberation

we skip toward freedom.

chot'u#4

tap my rhyme-

lick the edge

of jazz-

motion for

me to love;

let me dance

u.

"House of Atreus" Publishing/2006 ~Orykal

Ms. Soul Sistah

coffee dark skin...mocha profusions

and passion...depth and chasm-ic

intelligence; u got a nation vying

for your attention...got a civilization wanting

to nurse at your feet...give us some of that good

soul food...that good mind food to

hold off the hunger of ignorance.

we want our birth-right...it flows from your dark lips...beautiful

and esoteric, gal i'm dumb-stricken.

had deep conversations with ms. soul-sistah-

she had much to say...from her lips fell histories and wisps

of time...in her eyes the glint of memories, experiences...images

of the creation and God's beautiful face.

she....you...gave and kept given...no one understands

no one comprehends your vibe...

dancing to another wavelength....slippin

and glidin on Saturn's wings...we decided to clothed

ourselves in yo divine light.

Seems like God's

smiled you boo...he has you infinitely glowin and

the nations and don't fully comprehend

yo pores...yo inner...its fine.

we gon dance to yo truth

we gon dance to yo

eternity.

'House of Atreus" Publishing/2006 ~Orykal

chot'u and haiku and tyku

chot'u (7-line poem/3323331)

silk singin'

across my

body-

got you in

my system,

got you in

mind!

haiku#9

(for the boy in the library..Terry)

eyes connected-he

sees me, i see him, explodin'

lust deep in our skins

tyku

if you promise to

give me time to learn

me then we can do

our union thang fo

a lifetime and smile

in sunshine concert.

"House of Atreus" Publishing/2006

Short Poem and P.S #0012

‘Barefoot’


honey i suppose
you’re alright with
walkin barefoot thru
ignorance; rationalize
that you feel
its fine for
you to
judge me ‘cause
of thangs you’ve
seen from
my past…
well…if your ship floats…
i’ll ride…(u like it, i love it.)
i
wish u’d get
to know
me for me and what
i cud possibly
bring to your plate…
u’d rather
walk
barefoot in
ignorance…that’s kosha…
…just don’t
come to me
when ya feet blister.




‘House of Atreus’ Publishing/2006





P.S. #0012


Sorry if
i disturbed you with the lack of care on my part.
What you had to say about who I am; i'm sure it was
important in its own way...
but lets face it....when was the last time I look'd in a
mirror and saw ME defined by
U?
I mean...really!




"House of Atreus" Publishing/2006

tyku and chami'i

chami'i

i notic'd that

words pour frm ur

pores, they pour frm

my thighs-flowin,'

givin' life and

freedom...and...and...

righteous swaggas....

tyku

if i issue words

frm my soul, its true

prophecy-pure life

frm my bones, frm my

soul-words drench'd in divine...

can u eat all'of them?

chami'i

there's a chance i

will transcend like

the west wind-my

words will scatter

across nations-

creatin' / de-

stroyin'-its my

divine mandate!!!!!!!!

tyku

dali lama of

words with built-in waxin'

and wanin' pow'r. mayne....

watch me send u to

new dimentions-hve

u gaspin fo' breath!!!!!!!!!!

'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

chami'i and tyku and short poem

chami'i (seven lines/four syllables each line)

shameful when u

slip bk into

my world, smellin' guuuuuuuuddddd!

u ova pow'r

me and i fall-

no resist, no

nothin' just fall!

tyku

sue me fo givin'

in to tha very

thang i said i wudn't.

i need strength...cause my

temptation looks gud!

chami'i

wud luv peace fo

nights when burnin'

outweighs sleep. wud

luv nuthin' mo'

than sme release! DAMN!

a warm body

nxt to me....bliss!

short poem

don't blame me if i run back to my past.

started cleanin' out my closet...lawd...

so much junk, so much dusty shames

and moth-bitten sorrows...some

things I cudn't bring myself to throw away!

saw the picture....

...way at the back of the closet...

his photo...that fine ass smirk, arms of muscled

security...the same ones that would hold me

to the bed like bands of steel;

saw that chest...my God! the memories

came rushin' back in.

I bit my lips trying to keep the familiar throbbin'

I thought i'd lost a while back frm renewing with

vigor.

it didn't work...

I found myself dialing your number....

you put it on the back of that picture....remember?

"House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

tyku, haiku, and chami'i for freedom frm the past

tyku

till’d fields of courage-

eatin’ morsals of

strength to by-pass their

offers to dip back

in the past. God knows

I’m workin’ not to.

haiku

erasin’ numbers

frm my phone-brushin’ dirt frm

my porch for good!

haiku

woke up facin’ new

…past connections, cut and I

heal frm my past quick!

tyku

met a man who healed

the pain frm past relations…

saw him break me frm

waitin on my Ex

to come back-he free’d

me frm emotions!

chami’i (seven lines/four syllables per lines)

long’d for u

to come back-

waited for u-

felt i needed

you, but HE

gave me open

heart surgery-

don’t need you chile!

“House of Atreus” Publishing/2006

haiku, tyku, p.s

haiku

the earth sleeps in my
eyes-fertile soil; growing new
laughter and new days.

tyku

put on my woman/
hood and shed off foo/
lishness. chile, I’m sea/
ted in righteousness
and lovin’ who HE
made me…God’s sho’ good!

haiku

eternity:each
time you drop love-whispers on
my lips, like honey.

haiku

decision: to walk
away frm u, cause i love
u, but i have worth!

tyku

can i divorce my/
self frm my past and
frm emotional
brkeness? can i
lap up freedom and
know my value NOW????

haiku

i knw u don’t think
i’m something, but u
overlook’d my great(ness).

p.s.

the
worse thang was allowing you to hold me INdirectly by the
tail of my emotions. runnin’ back to what was thru just to hold
on, hopin’ that somethin’ cud be resurrected. Never again! U
were only there to assist me as a sexual balm…nothin’ more, nothin’
less. its time fo’ me to move on!

“House of Atreus” Publishing/2006

'nostalgia tip #2'

on that nostalgia tip...
remember the days
before we grew up
when we used to play He-man
and Thunda Kats?
remember when
we tied towels around our
necks-make-shift
supermen with a side of
x-men?
yo we were the ish...in our
chuck taylors
and courderoy's

*smiles*

remember we couldn't wait
to grow the hell up...
just so we could be grown.
we wanted to
live where no one...i mean NO
ONE could tell us
what to do....
Damn kid, remember Saturday
mornin' cartoons at ya
moms crib in our
Transformers' tighty whitey's- big ass
bowls of cereal....Captain Crunk, Kix, or Frosted Flakes...
damn son....
those were the days.
maynnnnnnnnn
do you remember all the girls...girls...girlssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Sha'reka, Monique, Monae, LaRonda, Shawn, Teera,
Denise, Robin....and the list
went on.
Young playas with not a care in the world...
damn,
remember the days...
we were invincible then...we couldn't be stopped!
No limitations!
No boundaries!
We...Were...The...Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


...Then we grew up....Damn!





'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006 K. Duval-Atreus

P.S. #001

rememberin'

that there are many days when I just gotta

shout out a rapid succession of 'FUCK YOU'S'

from my roof top, the town square, my parked car

or whatever. Sometimes it helps to utter

those two powerful and coarse words...i uttered them

to you and now I feel so much better!

'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

'coltrane moment #1'

got my cigarettes out

got 'em lit

got the room dark, 'ceptin'

the moon light spillin' in through the parted

blinds onto the floor.

decided to unplug my entertainment set-

decided to plug in my

old victrola phonograph...

got mamma's old,

dusty LP's...chose Coltrane's

Love Supreme album, promptly drowin'

myself in his joint, Psalm.

Yo,

I got carried away...weavin' in and out of serpentine beats and prayer like

cadences...lovin' the way he merged rawness with a

certain sophistication.

i downed

the last big of merlot,

ridin' a high wave of his sensual tenor...

...like a rare unguent to

shattered nerves and raw feelins'''

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

somewhere along the midground

of the music i hear an old

diva scattin'

ti boppity bop bob...sweedle swee eeeee

doo doo do dobah ta la ladi la ti dah..ti dah....

i'm in a state

of euphoria and completeness...movin' quickly...reachin'

new things...reaching motions that unhinge me

but got me feelin great.

yo this how it be, caught up in a

Coltrane moment.

'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

haikus and tykus

tyku


recently got tired
of dealin' with the
past. realized i need'd
to let it go once
and for all-leavin
no room fo things!



haiku


heard you hummin' thru
my veins. new mornin's smile each
time i remember.



tyku


much more things come to
fruition when you
grant me the freedom
to just be myself
and love u for you.
let me have that joy.




haiku


i gather'd wild thoughts
each time you blink'd yo eyes, saw
them drop from tear ducts.




haiku


your breath washes these
old bones with life and water
rays. wrap up in me.




tyku


don't want to drain u
of all yo thoughts want
to watch yo lust drip
dwn yo chin-fall in
yo lap and me lap
it all up with smiles



'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

'street-colonel'

tyku

well now, meetin' you

was like fresh apple

pie on my mind. U

waltz'd into my life

and gave me joys

that sho keep growin'

*****************

5'10

190lbs

mouth grill'd out

and twinkles

in yo eyes...

GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD

GOD

u were something else...

neva met a soul like

urs, neva even had the chance

to greet a soul like

urs.

you were like...like...like

raw hip hop

smoothed around the edges with

a long black

wail from Armstrong's

trumpet...like

mos def spitin lyrics interlaced with

E. Fitzgerald's scattin...

DAMN! u had that certain swagga...that kind of b-boy

stance that made a jigga look

twice be4 approachin'

maynnnnnnnnne

you were fresh 2 deaf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

truth is...u sky-rocketed to new heights in

my books when you opened ya mouth

and we found a heart beneath...

who eva heard

of a thug with a heart?

a raw, street-colonel with intelligence, compassion,

and spirituality?

WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

u incite a lot of people to chorus;

got the blood in our systems

hummmmmmin we bummmin'

and can't get enuff of yo

presence....DAMN maynnnnnnnneeeee!

u are for real....and we dig that shit....

genuine and authentic...

we lovin' the 'tock' to yo 'tick.'

we truly hypin' yo

personality...yo

beautiful presence.

....thank you.

'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

break-up

tyku

still holdin' on. got

hopes that we'll get back

togetha...who the

hell am i kiddin?

i don't need this, don't

want u....but i do.

****************************************

break-up....

nothing congenial,

nothing the least bit convivial

about it all.

...in a room

stained red...u across from

me, me

across from you

eternity it seems...u smirk

i'm hot, got agitation

rubbin' my back. i really needed you to

be serious.

u couldn't help it...you were high on something...

poor you....

floatin away on some substance...some powdered cloud,

no grip on reality.

simple questions...will you fuck with me? will you ride with me?

will we...continue on...will we create

new memories for the

new year?

will we?

will we?

to be truthfully honest, you say,

i don't have a desire to do this anymore...or

something like that.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

did i capture the moment right?

did I get all of yo words right?

ultimately you gave me the realease I truly

needed...

I still can't seem to let go...often wonderin'

if you hurt as much as I do down inside.

Chile, i'm up for a

Golden Globe and Lifetime Acheivemet Award!

Shit!

I don' played the role of 'Pretend' for so

damn long...the people BETTER recognize me!

break-up....

i still think of you often...

i wonder if you even think of me.

"House of Atreus" Publishing/2006

posta-child

posta child for beauty...

baby

many lust after you,

want to be with you,

must have you,

need to taste you...

would like to experiece you,

exalt you,

extol you,

pump you up...but no one

sees the tears....

not one person sees

the slow fall of crystalized tears

carving ravines

in your pretty face.

Tears of incandescent fears

and icerberg insecurities;

tears of sour confusion

and aromatic sorrow...

They see your outer and want you badly.

They see your beauty and not your

realism.

do they even realize you

almost ended it

all yesterday?

Are they aware of the coke laced with embalming

fluid, dashed with a joint here or there that

u take just to keep from giving

in to histrionics that and the

'things' you see?

are the least bit cognizant of the dull, glassy look in your eyes...

the slight slackness of your lips even in

a smile? What about the subtle smell of

top-shelf liquor mixed with peppermint designed to

hide it?

No honey...

they're too worried about your latest movie,

you're most recent magazine spread,

what you like to do in a relationship and clothing you like to wear.

No, their more enthralled with your life inside the

15 room mansion and your latest relationship with that model,

whats her name?

No one ever see's the reality...your reality.

posta child for beauty...

baby,

many lust after you,

want to be with you,

must have you,

need to taste you,

would like to experience you,

exalt you,

extol you,

pump you up...but no one

really gets it do they?

no one see's the sacrifices of

being you...the

poster child of beauty.

"House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

Never-You-Mind

nevermind if ur the
cause of countless
distractions.
nevermind
if you're
the reason she gets
wet or he
gets
that
hardness.
nevermind the fact
that you fuel
burnin'
sensations between thighs that
acrue into fantasies
of lyin
naked and sweaty.
ideas of
me purge my burnin'
by tastin u,
grindin' u,
inhalin' u
and becomin prisoner...addicted to
u.
nevermind honeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
it ain't yo fault
that u
happen to look so...so...so
DAMN goooooooddddddddddddddd!
babyyyyyyyyyyyyy,
it ain't yo fault...
so.....
never-you-mind!



"House of Atreus" Publishing/2006

tykus and haikus

tyku

evry'thing i need

lies buried in yo

blkness. boi! u gon

have me insane and

all urs...bury yo

heart beat in my land!

tyku

white boxers on a

man leaves me sal/

i/vatin' and hot!

Lawd, please let him look

my way, let me have

moments of blk joi!

tyku

listen'd to sme coltrane...

roll'd joint afta joint,

smokin' away my

griefs and disillusion.

yo, i'ma b fine.

jus gotta chill now.

haiku

caught up in his arms

white boxers, my lust, his moans...

beautiful music!

"House of Atreus" Publishing/2006

tyku...haiku...and tanka...

haiku


hasten toward the top...
movin' along we grabb'd stars
along the way....NICE!



haiku


rode red sound waves in
hopes that i might capture ur
attention....no effect.



tyku


we opera'd our luv,
made sho we brought it
to crescendo and
cadence. mannnnnn u con/
duct real nicely-leave
me with songs inside.



tanka


didn't think u would
mind if I took time to hide
what u do to me
behind the walls of my soul...
that is...u don't want it back? (do you?)



tyku


lawd, i got to move
around and get me
2getha...gotta
stop fallin' fo' these
fast ass niggas! DAMN!
truth is...i like it!

tyku


u barter'd my worth
fo' one night of my
good shit-leavin' me
high and dry...now u
don't even kno me?
ummm baby...FUCK U!



tyku

let me get u out
of my system. u
like a feva thats'
run its course; only
i still don't see it. (sighs)
i hold onto you.

haiku

the problem is not
lettin' go of the past-drin/
kin' frm the same cup.




'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006

Prose...

'the academy award/golden globe/emmy/tony

goes to...'

funny statement but

the truth

is i've

been thinkin'

'bout you

for days on end...

can't seem

to get

it thru my mind that we're

no longer together...

thought 'bout you

so much my mind hurt....

i tired easily...

DAMN!

the thing is in my mind...

I love you and I hate you...

I want to hold you yet kill you...

would love to be with you

but i need for you to hurt

just as much as I do.

been thinkin'

'bout you lately...

wonderin' if you feel some pain like

i do...wonderin'

how you can continue to just live

seein' me, me seein' you

and both of us speakin'

when its all so damn awkward.

'the academy award/golden globe/emmy/tony

goes to...'

i've played like I don't care...

like I don't want to speak...

truth is I could cry bowls of tears

to serve you cold.

you meant so much to me...

you mean...

so...

much to me and I...

well i'm at a loss for words.

I guess what I want to know is...

do you feel the least bit pain

the least bit of

discomfort

about us being broken?

do you even know how to feel

anymore?

(c)2006 "house of atreus" publishing/ K. Duval-Atreus

Appeal

that appeal...caught
me off guard.
one ex/
perience
laid me out
cold!
he was blk!
he was built!
he was sex.
u.
al and finnnnnnnnne as can be!
staring hard at him brings out
tribal beats
that
remind
me of
ancient
Saba...ancient
Egyptian nights
when we'd lie
naked in
the temple
of Hathor
and pro-create
new feelins
while
releasin' old tensions...
i thrilled in being
wrapped in
blk arms-like steel, onyx
bands...his warm
breath on my
skin...me
hot and ready to feel him;
him completely encased by me.
we created nature
and nature
bowed
before
us.
we were beautiful,
black and
in tune with our
sensuality...
we loved drinking
nostalgia.

***************************************

haiku

mask me in past times
when we bit off night and chewed
stars...our breath reekin.


tyku

u single hand'ly
bit off the past so/
rrows that plagued my coast-
u intertwined right/
eous passions and new
futuristic love.


(c) 2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing/ K. Duval-Atreus