Bòfis to Bòpè

Papi,

There are a lot of things you used to tell me about being a husband before I asked your daughter to be my wife.
"Be patient..." "When emotions talk, it's not the person, it's the vulnerable thoughts of giving in to life."
Outspoken you are, everyone knows you always meant good.
I'm a couple of years in my own marriage, I know all about being misunderstood.
Different moods changing like different seasons, we've both shared.
I guess those are the times you told me to beware of tempers flared.
36 months and you still are missed.
Two Grandkids and 4 women, our loss has become an annual emotional tryst.
Your legacy of love will not go unnoticed as we pray that you continue to watch over us.
Thank God for the conversations we had, words of wisdom you shared, and qualities of a man you informed your daughter to attract.
We love you and celebrate your time in Heaven instead of the missed times of sorrow.
I will continue to protect your daughter since I took her hand in marriage I vow.

Bòfis Marcques

November 18, 2013

For the Love...Just Because!

Just feel like writing for the love of it.
No preconceived topics, no notepad and pen;
Just a my finger gliding across the touchscreen of my tablet.
This is just for practice. I doubt if I will publish.
Might even delete from my saved list.
I love writing and this is just for the love of it.
Take these words at face value.
With no metaphors, there is no need to sit and ponder of it.
Don't even read between the lines, just follow the pattern and share my love of it!
I just feel like writing...even when there is no point to it!

Arch1tekt™

Post - Racial Era

Will we ever, get to see a time and a place where our cultural identities are not socially categorized?
As I stop to ponder, I turn around to see, another case in point materialize.
"Brother, what did you do to deserve this?" I thought...
Then I remembered the gun to a watch, that Zimmerman brought!
The amount of cops in LA that Rodney fought!
And the destruction of Martin’s character, to kill a movement THEY sought!

 

Sure it's not out in the open with K9s and fire hose.
Ignorance is the difference between ignoring and not hearing, but I teach manners and morals, so my son knows...
Still I tell him they don't hear, but he realize they don't see.
Their eyes are closed. They never grew up being opposed.

 

New land, old money, new exploitations, same family tree.
Second class citizens in their minds. Two-fiths shy of the three.
Why do we keep our minds grounded ever since we were let free?
Child innocence with no hindrance.
He only sees what's right and wrong, and questions what should not be.

 

One generation's destruction will take the next generation's kids to correct.
Count out seeing a world with total equality go into effect.
We first might see Jesus and passed loved ones after they've resurrect.

 

African American President.

One step forward.

Government shut down.

Two with reoccurring steps backwards.

Never thought a Black Man would...
Not to say that he never could, but...
Hopefully, there is a metamorphosis of our minds.
To usher out a misunderstood, where we never...
Thought we would see, a world of a Post-Racial Era.

 

Arch1tekt™

 

 

Astigmatism

She said, "I think we need some time apart."
"Every time we talk, we argue, we're constantly growing apart."
"I tell you how I feel, no response from you, but I still ask what do you feel."
My expression-less face is all that's revealed.
She's right.  Could it be my sight?  We just don't see eye to eye on most nights.
We used to like the same music, bad jokes I told, she still laughed and was amused with...
She's such a hypocrite.  Am I to blame?  No pet names, no more sweetheart, now she just call me by name.
She says I'm narcissistic.  Everything I do is vain. 
Hurt me so much, I told her the same. 
"I'm sorry." I said.  She said, "All I want is change."
How do I make right what's not wrong?  Maybe when I realize I'm not right and still try to hold on.
That's a start, but I just can't see where it will finish.
Maybe I need to start talking.  Get more in touch with my emotions to lessen the division.
Wait!  Maybe its my vision.
Maybe its my ego causing a blurred love astigmatism.


Arch1tekt™

Permanant Expression

I express myself with needles that slide in and out the skin.
Pumping foreign liquids mixed with crimson shade within.
Pinch of pain, temporary numbness, I can reveal a new facade from the same.
No need to know the reason behind my strife;

Gaze your vision across the imperfections of my artistic life.

Close your eyes.

Feel my abrasions.

Inked out on skin are mathematical visual equations.

I am a tattoo.

Think twice before passing judgements;

What you've seen is not what you always knew.

 

Arch1tekt™

 

 

911

Remembrance is ideal, but my sentiments is to conceal.
How I feel?
The day I woke up, got in the shower, turned the TV on and got choked up.
Roommate and I from Jersey, six and a half hours and across the River...
Hit iconic symbols of greatness did two steel birds to deliver.
A blow to humanity.
The only phone working I passed along to preserve the flow of sanity.
Class as normal. Seats with empty bodies and elsewhere minds in turmoil.
I chose to skip my lectures just to console her.
One score...two decades, I was to celebrate.
Visual, spiritual, and physical destruction were these acts of hate.
Waterfront view was so serene and beautiful for some;
Now hazy, foggy, smell of death, and no calls to 9-11.

 

Arch1tekt™

 

 

Untitled

I finally found it!  I've been searching for this one for a minute until I realized I posted it to facebook.  Something told me to check my notes.  I remember writing this, but I don't know how long ago.  If I had to guess, it was probably around '07.

I connect with the memories of fallen soldiers ;
As my rhythmic pace, hard and emotionless face mimics those broke and burdened by too much weight on too little shoulders.
With each expression of love...
I give sense and hope to my Brothers who grew up too soon in lack of...
A genius destroyed by lack of knowledge;
Which caused his actions to push him closer to that edge...
A breaking point...
The point at which his mind becomes awake, but unaware of how to get out.
It's too hard...
This is the life he... we chose;
Each hand to hand reimbursement was an exchange for another's sense and hope...
Broken down, rolled up, pulled... coughed... pulled... coughed... his future dying from his past. Another dream deferred, lit up and burned into smoke.
This is the life he... we chose.
A question never to be answered when it was never posed...
What if...?

Arch1tekt™