She
Saul Williams
We sleep
In the same house
But it is we
Who have a
Long distance relationship

I presented
My feminine side
With flowers
She cut the stems
And placed them gently
Down my throat
And these tulips
Might soon eclipse
Your brightest hopes

To aim
Is to take oneself too seriously
By focusing without instead of within
re arrange and re member
Aim...I am
The right letters are there
It's the wrong composition

They say
That I am a poet
I wonder what
They would say
If they saw me
From the inside
I bottle
Emotions
And place them
Into the sea
For others
To unbottle
On distant shores
I am unsure
As to whether
They ever reach
And for that matter
As to whether
I ever get
My point
Across
Or my love

You are drawing me to you
That is your art
I am drawn
I do not mean
To exploit our relationship
All that i have
Learned from you
I cherish most
Should I keep it to myself?
Should I keep you to myself?
I want to tell my mother
What I have learned
What is personal?
Should I code what I say?
I say so little
So much
When meanings are already hidden
Should I hide them?
What am I going to keep for myself?
The wild woman is unkempt
The changing woman is unkempt
She speaks her mind
That is a great thing
For a woman


I laced my shoes with sorrow
And walked a weary road
Dead end streets
Don’t come undone
With double knots
Wing tipped shoes
That walk on air
Through vacant lots
She had nothing
But time on her hands:
Silver rings, turquoise stones
And purple nails
I rubbed my thumb
Across her palm:
A featherbed
Where slept a psalm
Yea, though I walk
I used to fly
And now we dance
I watched
My toenails blacken
And walked a deadened trance
Until she woke me
With the knife edge
Of her glance
I have the scars to prove
The clock strikes
With her hands

I drew a blank
And I think
It may be the best thing
I've ever drawn

In an attempt
To not lose
A prized possession
I lost everything


She says
She responds
To my hugs
Like a battered woman
Who is offered chocolate
By her batterer
Invisible scars
Take the longest
To heal
Look
Don’t we make
Beautiful victims?
I am wearing
Orange wool flat-front slacks
With tear stains above the knee
The white cashmere sweater
Is perfect for frowning
Don’t we hold our ground wonderfully?
Will we ever choose to hold the sky?
But then
The sky cannot be held
As the wind cannot be caged

I once wrote out of loneliness
And into it
Please, not now, love
I'm suffering
Somebody dipped this soul
In Christian batter
Fried it
And then
Made the mistake
Of trying to serve it back to me
As if
I wouldn't taste my own being
obscured by confectionery sugar


What am I waiting up for?
Love never comes home
Until fear, possession, and jealousy
Are far gone
Sage has burnt
And fresh candles lit
And by that time
I may be asleep

I fear your freedom
Thus, I must fear my own
You are a changing woman
I recognize you
And am trying to free you
Of me
It is your freedom
That I love
I have not yet
Learned to love
Without holding on

I write in red ink
That turns blue
When the book closes


I simply want to be
The love song
Dangling from her lips
Unfiltered
Ever burning at the end
The beginning forever
At her lips
My dreams
On the lips of her tongue
She breathes
Clouds of mystery
Once mine
Smoke signals
Another lifetime
Now dissolved
Into thin air
And when
The mystery is gone
So is the fire
Maybe if i came in packs
(Like wolves)
But there’s still be the warning
For pregnant women
Love’s suffering addiction
Can turn hearts yellow
I want to be
The one she calls
On her cigarette break
Not the cause of it

I have caught
A passing glimpse of you
But now you have become
The unseen
You are nothing
To be afraid of
Yet I fear
Your presence
And what you symbolize
This is a room of symbols
And you have found yourself
Within
And now
I sit prostrate
Before the altar
I sense you are under
Having sensed your true presence
You are a true sight to behold
You could fit perfectly
Into the palm of my hand
But your presence
Fills this entire space
And i am filled
As you are welcome

It is we that are emaciated
Our bodies subject
To our mind’s propaganda
Forgive the distinction
But intellect fares
Moment’s genocide
And we should have kissed
Hours ago
You hold your breath
When you should hold your tongue
And hold your tongue
When you should hold my hand
And I should delegate
More authority to myself
But I can’t help thinking
That you are thinking
Thinking
What is she thinking?
Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 2014, titled "She", by artist "Saul Williams".