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