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

Tyku and Haiku

tyku


wanted to wash my
past heartaches over
ur chisled abs. Luv'd
ur security...
in those muscled arms
i prayed to be kept.



haiku

caramel goodness
thrown ova muscle...blk man
don't get no better!


tyku

posted reasons for hid/
in behind my past-
saw the sorrow on
my face, reflected
thru yo mouth. we luv'd
in silence that scares.


haiku

if i wear night skies
cud u still see the shinin'
of my broken heart?



(c) 2006 "House of Atreus" Publishing.

Tyku and Haiku

tyku

phone conversation
we chopp'd it up all
night...both burnin' both
in need of sex'ual
release. hands around
my piece...i cum fast.


haiku

midnight convo paints
my sidelines...walkin' away
frm dawn to sweet night.


(c)2006 'house of atreus' publishing

Africa

haiku

watch'd africa sleep

watch'd africa's beauty shar/

pen and become new.

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

watch'd africa

walk in haiku

watch'd africa give

birth

to beauty and mystery.

watch'd africa

sing songs of history and love

ting'd with jazz and harmony.

africa

gave me beauty and

i gave africa my heart.

(c) 2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing

Map down unda

haiku

sens.u.a.li.ty

thick as night fog...and strong like

the best liquor....ripe!

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

cudn't get enough of fudge.

wanted to explore more beneath

surface of abs and

green boxers peekin' over the edge.

peeking over the edge of sanity...

i drove myself insane

wonderin' what you were hidin'

wonderin' if i wud be able

to taste...make a distinction btwn

regular food and prime-A

delicacy...

Lawd.....roadmaps

are ur chest, thru ab-land

and down under...

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

am i ready?

are u ready?

God have mercy....

i'm

close to slavin'

myself to ur veins...

close to innundatin' my

self with images

of sweet, sweaty, sticky us

drench'd in lust.

does

it

sound gud

to u

boo?

(c) 2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing

P.S

baby

the problem is u spend so much time lookin'

at other's...reflectin' others...i fear u don't even kno

how u look.

definition comes thru growth of ones' self...not thru

seein' others. have u grown papa? can u stand

before a mirror? if u do stand before one...

can u tell me what u see?

is it u? or someone else?

(c) 2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing

Definition...

there's definition in yo smile-
there's distinction in
yo body's map.
love the
curves
the beauty of
chisled perfection.
God took his
sweet
time with
u.
u kno u look guuuuudddddd!
u bat those
eye lashes,
u flex
those
muscles and
my thighs weep.
boi
u got something definite to you...
honey you got
that unexplainable
sumthin'
that makes me
wanna slap
yo
momma!
Whooooooooooo!
boi
u
are
definitive.



(c)2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing

tyku and haiku

tyku

was we not suppos'd
to be together
fo the rest of our
lives? we were 2 gain
years and eat'em like
ripe grapes...but u left.


haiku

i cud have held back
cud have look'd elsewhere fo love otha
than ur backyard.


tyku

wanna treasure ev'ry
moment we got-need
to see u dippin
cool hands in my smiles,
lovin' me and ride/
in' my ev'ry wave.



(c)2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing

Sauna Me.

haiku

wanted 2 b the

droplets of Wa Ta fallin'

frm ur sauna'd soul

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

sauna

me.

sauna me,

removin'

all

the impurities.

sauna

me.

sauna away

my

insecurities...

sweat out

my bad

and sweat in

sme good.

sauna

me.

deep fry

my emotions

in

steam...

sauna

me.

i.........

just wanna

sweat

nothin

but

u...

is

that

too

much

to

ask?

(c) 2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing

Chocolate Dreams

haiku

wishin' i cud wrap

that landscape of chocolate

around me and hide.

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

DAMN!

wrapped

in

chocolate

skin...

wanna

see

how gud

u

possibly taste.

saw

u many

times...

u knew

and i

knew...

but neither of us

acted.

we

were

foolish...

u

were curious

and i was

able, willing and agile.

chocolate

giant...

wrap

me within

the confines of

yo dark

skin.

(c) 2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing

tyku

watched u stare into

nothing-watched u give

all of u to all

of someone who wasn't

ready to have u,

someone to scared.

haiku

what lies behind those

eyes? that gaze penetrates the

mists of tomorrow.

sonku

give me a reason

to find secur/

ity poolin' in

ur eyes, seeing u

hold me for days after.

(c)2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing

Daydreamin'

haiku

he placed his eyes on

my soul..saw right thru my

inner-i'm exposed!

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

couldn't

miss the

way his

eyes

moved...so expressive

so entrancing.

he was

he continued

he was the epitome....

his scent,

unmistakable

his love...

un-retractable...

he was my

daydream...

my escape from

reality...

i

buried myself beneath his

cocoa skin

and planted roots

deep

within

his

soul

seein

him

spread

his mouth

and open

his

thighs...takin'

me in.

my daydream

divides reality from fantasy...

i love the

way

it

tastes.

'House of Atreus' Publishing/(c) 2006

Haiku and Tyku

brken bones are scat/
tered dreams and tears, blue
with the haunting song
blk mouths full of grief
sing. we want to rise
up bathin' in day.


haiku

we cry africa,
africa cries; we taste her
tears on mornin's cheeks.


tyku

rachelle ferrell'in
establishment, we
bumpin' 'satin dolls,'
'hip kats' on the wave
of cigarette-strong
drinks, cologne and sex.


haiku

the congo dances
thru veins of wide smiles-i crouch,
taste sweet sediment.


tyku (for beautiful blk woman)

babylon in my
hips-i speak persia.
eastern gods dot my
eyes, my lips part sweet,
my thighs hold gates of
euphrates...taste me.


haiku

i sonia sanchez'd
my way across paper-feels
good in my own skin!


tyku (for gwynethjones)

her voice: firery fu/
ry fashioned from bones
of dead trumpets. ride
the wave of amber
power, pluckin' my
ears in blatant light.


tyku

i wear blkness on
my right foot, makin'
impressions, sewin'
seeds of ebony
thought and onyx fee/
lings...can you dig it?


tyku (to my locs)

head full of locs speak/
ing forgotten tongues.
blk hands outstretch'd, brush
eternity; touch
reality. Dark
streams of history.


tyku (for blk people)

tribal beauty flow
out of mouths of richness...
history in our
walk, our hips disturb
time; we a baddddd peo/
ple! we real special!


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

haiku

grab heart-beats by strings
attached to the soul…listen
to night sing woe songs.


wanna introduce you to my own personal form of haiku/tanka poetry…something I affectionately call a Tyku after my middle name.




tyku

took a pen, wrote his
breathe into my soul,
we grabbed the sun by
colors; tacking our
love in heat and cold…
we passion with ease.


tyku

chile, its fine when you
go your way; i go
m way, we do our
own thangs! not really
obligated to
tolerate each other!


tyku

he can touch me in
the morning,’ spread my
thighs open filling
me with his own spe/
cial brand of blkness;
leavin’ me so spent.


tyku

God help the wounded
soul of a man trapped
behind his own lust;
willin’ to loose his
reflection between
the scent of a man.


©2006 “House of Atreus” Publishing/K. Duval-Atreus

Haiku's and other poems

haiku


grabb blk ness and throw
it over the last moments
of what we were...quick!



haiku


i knw you can't stand
me...its fine. i can't stand my/
self for lovin' you.



haiku

watched you this mornin
watched you watchin' me, its fine
no more worries...done!



tanka


wanted that rough sex-
the kind that makes tribal jazz
rythms the shit! i
realize you may be scared but
let go and just do it all!


haiku

chile...i melted when
u touched my insides with fresh
laughter & smooth joy.


haiku

i'm diff'rent! i won't
take shit frm you...move around
and dont deal with me.


haiku


open yo mouth wide
let out foul thoughts and impure
words...live in freedom!


haiku

my lust rises with
dawn...wanna release, wanna
b a baddddd ass boi!


tanka


saw my signifi/
cant. wanted him so bad, but
its my past and i
refuse to replay that played
out song again; but is it?


haiku


wished my heartache a
good mornin' he smiled at me.
curtains don't open.


haiku

i walk in haiku
i walk in prose and ballad,
i'm me and walk proud!


hay(na)ku


rush like rivers...
see me
live!


haiku


i walk in eternal...
i walk this earth in his thoughts...
release me now...please!




(c)2006 "House of Atreus" Publishing/ Kamylle Duval-Atreus

Good mornin' Heartache #2

we uttered it
i felt it
wanted
more
of it.
would
have killed for it.

Good mornin' heartache...
sittin up staring
at me.
did you sleep?
nah,
you couldn't have
starin at me.

its fine.
i'll shower and get
my self on the
go..
please don't be here
when i return.

i'm out the
door...
his gloomy face
follows me-
LAWD i hope he leaves.
i make my way
he's gone
i know
he
is.
i can
feel it
in my bones.
gotta move past
the past
and closer towrard
the future...
closer toward the
unexplored,
the
unknown.

Good mornin' heartache...
its been fun...
but daddy's gotta
jet.

peace.....



(c) 2006 Kamylle Duval-Atreus "House of Atreus" Publishing

Utterances of my Soul

haiku

cup held...got drops of
u buried and i'm buried
i drink from you deep.


haiku

spread yo limbs across
time...i drank space and saw neb/
ula...i'm star.light.



short poem


early morning
excursion
outside of my
morals.
walked a mile
of lust-
stoppin at
yo front door.
shirts
removed-shorts tugged
chocolate hued
nakedness
against red...
we
intertwined
jamaican god...black dick
curved to the left
hookin
my morals
and pullin me into
the bleakness
of
lust...mouth
wrapped around it-
u dig it!
I dig it!
gotta get a nut.
i
fell myself
nuttin in my hands
while
u
stab my mouth's lining.
spilled seed
in my
hand...
quickly loose my desire;
gotta escape...
gotta hide beneath
a rock..
gotta get it to/
gether.


haiku

paint my thighs blue-watch
me stroke myself..releasing
lust thru penile tract.




Childress Orestes Charlamagne/2006

Utterances of the Soul

haiku

dancin to wild beats
craddle remenant of day in
yo mouth, breathe sunsets.



haiku

cigarette joy and
nicotine stained men stockin
the buds of my tongue.


short poem


really didn't see much
of a reason why
you could
give away
all of
me and
still have some
left for you...
i thought you were greedy?
thought you didn't
like to share?
whassup with that?


short poem


we
said we
wouldn't be
upset with each other...
said
we wouldn't
have any awkward
moments...like right now...
everytime we
see each
other
its
awkward...really wish I could
paint myself black
and
merge into the
midnight.
really wish
i
had you back.


P.S.

got
me a cravin.' got a desire to work out
my oral skills...wanna taste yo prime beef, wanna
help yo toes curl, watch you drool, tense up yo body...
wanna lick yo chocolate skin and run my fingas thru
the ripples of yo musculature...wanna get high
off the fuck i know you can give.


haiku

sallied forth toward u
stayed behind hidden fog and
masturbated u.


tanka


give and take-give me
but don't expect any back;
see i wanna get
to know what its like to have
you and really have you...see?


haiku

pacing across night
saw you shit stars-saw yo tears
raise the dead...raise me.



haiku

watched u work yo magic
watched you grasp my life and make
joy out of sorrow.


"House of Atreus" Publishing/2006