[BooMBuSSiT] Lady Luck and the Unsolved Mystery

Knock, knockin'
in a red dress---
She was banging at the door.
Hot stuff,
Lady Luck,
many labeled her whore
for 

it wasn't trickin' 'less you got her
highly favored ones implored;
She's a player to the core...
and never truly yours...
Right.

But anyway...

she was banging at his door!

Needs no invitation,
he was pacin' polished floors.
Said she had a case..

said she wants him to explore...
His private eye detected
she was after something more,
but regardless of intentions
he was absolutely sure
that it didn't really matter;
  what the fuck

she lookin' for.

He offered her a seat,
and o u t s t r e t c h e d his feet,
and grabbed an extra pen out his lower-level drawer.
Score!
He thought,
as the clues began to pour,
and he jotted down the facts
like a prospect on a tour;
She offered him the bank;
straight flowin' , like a mini reservoir,
not to mention
she was fashioned to the caliber
of something similar
to Christian Dior... 

(To Be Continued...)

[BooMBuSSiT] Sex in Transit

I wrote this for a friend who rode out a bad relationship for wayyyyy too long. 

 

He's so cold, 

She's shivering.
  She's so deep, 

he's sinking in...
He calls again.

Her pulse quickening
  and it's sickening...

how heat rise with them,

when she rides for him,

and when night fall comes,
she dies for him.

And when sunrise runs,
she cries after it.
Not quite sure what's happening.
Is she... imagining
her knees fastening?
Heart strings held tight,
now, just slackening?

 The train moves fast,
and they're packin' in.
This couple sits down
and starts grappling.
But with her head phones in,
She's P I C T U R I N G
how it's gonna feel like
to get back to him.

The train rides made her back go soar;
  not quite sure why she's ON IT for.
  The climate's poor,
  and the lack of discourse
on how their tracks have crisscrossed
is bound to ex out
their unreasonable,

juggernaut, 

passionate 

force.

BUT she's his Doll
and he's her Soldier
and they'll play house
till IT blows over.
UnTil then...
her train's here now;
  she'll still come over
like a game of Red Rover.

[BooMBuSSiT] For Heaven's Sake

A  F L A S H of blinding light

exposed Time's trick.

The allied cold and the ailing sick

were both cured

with just one sip

of the Elixir of Truth:

The body is a foolish illusion.

Humans are so  deluded.

Perfection obtained

does NOT satisfy the convoluted

standards

of LOOKING insane.

When we see Heaven

we'll be out of our brains;

all feel the same.

We'll be free of the physical,

free of the chains

of our original sin...

that is,

being human.

Who, THEN,

could see your differences,

when they cannot see themselves

in a condition to judge you?

At the end of Time,

there is no choice

but to love YOU;

no One above you,

just of you

and the source

of light

that was there

way  before

you knew

to say

"I'm afraid of the night!"

For Heaven's sake,

such an occurrence sounds impossible,

better,  
colossal

and yet  it's coming.

Whether we like it or not,

whether the weather

is freezing or hot,

Heaven's on the way...

OMEGAreboot.

A BooMBuSSiT collage.

[VISUAL POEM]: Party in the Evening of Eden // [BooMBuSSiT]

Party in the Evening of Eden from AnnMargaret Tutu on Vimeo.
Visual depiction of the contemporary Garden of Eden.

Hey, everyone!!! I'm happy to premiere my first visual storytelling for one of my poems...  

PARTY IN THE EVENING OF EDEN! 

This is just the first of many more to come...and a HUGE THANK YOU to  

FATAI AJAKAI 

and

EMERGENT VISUAL MEDIA  

 for the production of this piece. 

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