“Crimson Skins By Devika Mathur”

Crimson Skins

Ok…

There comes a time in every persons life.Where we all have to make wise decisions. One false decision can alter the course of your life. Sometimes for the worst!

Luckily…….

I made one great decision…..


A wonderful decision….

A wise decision….


I bought me a copy of

        “Crimson Skins Poetry & Prose!”

A book by the artist, writer and poet!

                “Devika Mathur”

@my.valiant.soul

https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/

     

When the book arrived. First I tore open the cardboard it was in. To my surprise! This book was so soft like her wordplay it felt like velvet. I couldn’t stop rubbing my hand and face up against the book cover. Like I was on some type of psychedelic trip. This book should have been called the Velvet skins.                    

Seriously though…

“If you don’t know her then you better get familiar….”

Her words are so humbling and soft. It’s almost like she’s whispering in your ear.

Her mind is intricately interesting, yet mysterious and challenging.. True art takes time to visualize the meaning. That’s why people stand in front of painting etc, at art Studios forever.

Now there are many talented artist on here. Me personally I have my top 5 poets. Not like the typical cliche poets. They know who they exactly who they are. Keep writing no matter what.

Look people….

Imma keep it all they way real….

We must support our artist!

We absolutely must!

Everyday, month and year.

You sit there and read..

Type your sincerest complements…

Interacting day to day…

With your favorite artist….

If you can do that. Mean every damn word you say. Even give your high praises. To your favorite true artist!

It shouldn’t be a problem for you purchasing there material.

Don’t build people up to let them down!

Make there hard work apart of your collection at home.
Give. Give your favorite artist hope! Give them a reason to know there appreciated. That’s love…..

Peace and blessings to all!

                       Thank you Devika!

For dropping diamonds and peace and blessings to all!

       

                     

Oh No’s

I can honestly say that.
I’m seriously indecisive.

Yet,
when I fully commit to
something or someone.
it can become a crisis.
The hardest critic is myself.
Yes it’s true.

Various mental issues
that plague my view.
Getting Tangled in past unpaid
Dues.

I’m realising that the same
People who try instilling positivity.
Are Condoning these new ways.
To be offended By people. Who don’t understand there offending you.

Fuck! I’m tired!
Fuck you and ya mama!
I can’t stand humans and there
phony mottos to live by but won’t
Die by what there trying to
Live for.

Falsified explanations.. excuses why not to do this Or say that.
Why not to believe in this or that.
The blind lead the blind mah’ fucka!
Don’t you believe in that.

Just because it sounds like it’s true don’t mean that it’s right.
Like being in a relationship and your partner believes. Every
Thing they single friend says is right.

Right?!
Bitch Wrong!
I’m so far beyond your
comprehension that.
I already know the shit y’all be on.
Next time I take advice. It will be
from the earth, not a pilgrim.

What lives matter?
Shut the fuck up!
Those white folk had
Me facing 40yrs plus! for defending
Myself!

Shut up!
Let me finish!
I say this right here!
I “Mr Thomas” solidly, solemnly swear I will never write about
Love and old love affairs.
Till the earth burns on its axis and explodes. from
Global warming ignored.

Atlest I know I wont be the only
Person to burn in a hell. Ain’t no
Self-defense laws for negros.
For the record………
Fuck you all I’m already dead!
Lol!
Fuck the love you know
If it’s true love you never had.

Life….. Or…… Death…..

Matches Into Black Tea

The ceremonial brew that…

Twists together…

To make the perfect liquids…

Adding to hydrogen blown…

Going boom…

Her sword can cut me…

Into her ends and outs and piles of happiness…

In suckable stipends…

Wrapping me up like…

I am the burrito…

A strong tuck, tucked to your stomach…

like waistbeads…

Can I lay on you…

The bed frame is a rough sailings…

Making its way to heaven…

Hit from the back, yes I’m sure of it…

Knock knock…

Opening up the pearl harbor early…

So I can dock my hardship…

Enough for the liquid icing to shine…

It all up…

Lap increased open…

To slide into the wheels of fortune, penetrating…

That course of composer so juicy…

Till I ease the end in…

Onto the onion…

Crying out for more, raw consumption…

Radar detecting out…

That, outstanding oral fixation…

Updated, plated for my order…

Sweating has increased for my pleasure…

Falling out of your poor’s like…

Elderly black women in church…

Feeling the Holy ghosts…

Some hot black tea till our time together divorces…

This overdose…

Sensational vacation…

Verbal, vocabularies coming out if…

done right….

Good old H.R -40

Happy happy positive day everybody!😊

Naw fuck all that shit it’s time for A fucking reality check nigga……..

(((WARNING WARNING!!)))

(((THIS WILL BE SAID IN ALL CAPS!))

FUCK ALL THIS BLACK OUT DAY BULLSHIT!

OTHER RACES (NON BLACK)!

MAKEING STATEMENTS AND MEMES THEY SEE BUT NO NOTHING ABOUT!

I APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE!

SO DONT GET IT FUCKED UP LIKE IM GOING ON A RAMPAGE!

AND EVEN THE BAND WAGON PEOPLE…

(ITS THE NEW HIP THING TO DO….!) TYPE PEOLE!

THATS LOVE TO!

BUT IF YOU REALLY LOVE!

IF YOU REALY WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE ARE PEOPLES SUFFERING TO THE FULLEST EXTENT.

HELP JOIN A PETITION OR SOME SHIT.

ON GETTING REPERATION FOR THE SINS THAT DIVIDED OUR ANCESTORS FAMILY’S!

DESTROYED OUR BLACK ANCESTORS LIVES AND CULTURE AND SOLD OFF LIKE CATTLE!

FREEDOM FIGHTERS LETS MAKE IT✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊!

IT DONT MATTER WHAT RACE COLOR OR RELIGIOUS BACK GROWN YOU GOT!

IF YOU BELIEVE IN A GOD AND PRAY!

THEN THATS EVEN MORE OF A PROBLEM IF YOU DONT WANT TO HELP US OUT!

IF YOU CARE ABOUT BLACK LIVES MATTERING!

HELP US TAKE BACK WHAT WE DESERVE!

REPARATIONS FOR OUR BLACK PEOPLE!

TAKE IT HOW YOU WANT!

I DONT DO NONE OF THIS SHIT FOR LIKES AND FOLLOWERS!

OR FOR OTHER MEANS OF WANTING ATTENTION!

THIS IS A MATTER OF TRUE JUSTICE IN ((FROM THE SINS OF AMERICA))

(((BUT UNDER STAND THIS!.

IF YOU SYMPATHIZERS REALLY CARE!

ABOUT THE UNJUST BULLSHIT MY PEOPLE HAVE DELT WITH!

FOR HUNDREDS OF UNTELIVISED YEARS!)))

PLEASE I ASK!

HELP JOIN US TO PASS THE BILL FOR REPORATIONS!!

IF YOU DONT NO WHAT REPARATIONS FOR BLACKS MEAN, GOOGLE IT!

IF BLACK LIVES MATTER TO YOU THEN WAKE UP AND HELP OUT!!

PEACE AND BLESSINGS AND LOVE TO YOU ALL!✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊✊

This has been approved by the (negro struggling associations of America)

In association wit (you owned us so you owe us ENT)

If you understand me then share this with friends and enimes!

“Why We Shoot Back”

Insanity…….

10 yr old grown men….

10yrs later…

10 become ten men…

10 out of 10, only 4 of them left..

10 year to life, some in prison for…

10 years dead or…

10 years in the feds…

4 of those 10 are left…

Those 4 even did time in prison…

For crimes they didn’t even commit…

Set up by police so it’s nothing to
Shoot back at them, before they kill
Us.

Can’t go no where, poverty issues so my family stuck.

Continuing to live life like no human being would ever want….

Never want…

As I yelled out!

“FUCKING KILL ME! I AINT GOT
SHIT TO LOSE!”

Shot down from the head, to the shoes, no one would even give a damn over lives we’d lose.

Only God knows the pain….

Of a short fuse…

As electricity cracks in the rain….

Leaving the brain to forever sink in blues…

Stop trying to make them understand what they never will……

Hmmmm”

If I was a “NIGGER”
what kind of “NIGGER”
would I have been?

Would I have been
A house “NIGGER”
cooking and cleaning
For masta.

Or would I have been
A field “NIGGER” scars
On my lashed up back
For not picking cotton
Faster than that.

Would I have been A
Runaway “NIGGER” separated
From my wife and children
No turning back.

Would I been the rebellious
“NIGGER” gotten my dick
Cut off because that white
Mans wife was stairing to
Long…….

Get it…..

To…

Long….

Confederate flag flying
In the wind over my head
Where my children were
Lynced right in front of me.

Or would I’ve been a bitch
“NIGGER” fuck naw because
Ain’t no bitch “NIGGER” in
My.

D.N.A.

Fuck wit us!

To all my real “NIGGAZ”
And My real lady’s who don’t
Take no shit!

In there eyes we will always
Be a “NIGGER”! ✊

Higher And Higher

For…

playing records…

Slow toned lights…

Cold chilly music…

Like snow cones…

Arctic arch…

The vibrations…

On every touch…

Hands on cheeks…

Contact…

Just feel the music…

Blood drums beating….

Press throats for…

Pulsating…

Rhythmic slurs…

You must have rhythm…

Like a pendulum…

Swinging…

Shaping hips…

Own reflection…

Of the silhouette…

Blind folded…

So that…

Your shadow can clap…

A arousal of a applause…

Face still sapphire…

Yet…

A ruby in disguise…

Grind those thighs of yours…

Up on this phantom…

Melting linen…

Sheets into silver…

Tears and woes unbleached…

Cleansed in pure honesty…

Calmly…..

You Can’t Send Trauma To The North

Any questions?



Nobody?


Good!


I don’t care……






I really don’t…



I’m on a conference call

With a cannibal.



One who eats balled up pens and paper phone calls to those upstate universitys.

Sending kites out to stop some unlawful assassination or assault on another faction in place.

Pace stopped now pacing slower, solar powered by some sunlight on some so called heroic…




I’ve been chosen again to raise my hand…

I had a decoy in my place my class mates told on me telling my teacher that I wasn’t present.


To a bench warrant, maybe if I’ve called out. Hell no! I ain’t going back into a trap like a rodent! They can’t steal my freedom again!

All praises due! Even the most high knows it’s true.



A drunken banshee kissed the chamber of the wrong rifle men. The front page was extinguished…



Well… The news… I’m not even going to start mentioning. Tripping that tricky mage into outer space… Burning like white sage always staying close to a bounty…

Fuck the City and the County………….

In slow motion………………

Ya Ya yaaa… I’m waiting…

21 years ago…

The doctors said I’d be dead within months…

12 years ago…

The doctors said you’ve got…

I think it was 3months…

2 weeks ago these doctors told me…

And I cut her off in her words…

“Don’t tell me what I’ve heard for decades.”

“I’ve been ready for my death date!”

Without this dream…

“Bring it on!”

Bring it on…

I’ve atone for some sins…

I could have die years ago so today I go…

The other ones I can’t let go…

“Let go…”

Doctors, needles, mental health episodes that breach…

Right past the thresholds of my fire…

Smoke so deep I can’t breath till these demons are out of me…

I’m outty five thousand…

Whenever the horns blow for me…

The final call…

All praises due…

Evil is past due…

So I laugh through my own silent clashes…

I waiting…

Bring it on to the door…

I told him years ago that…

I promised the man above when I was sitting in that cell box…

That…

I’ll never ever pick up a gun unless I really really got to…

Pop goes these weasels…

I saw there heads go pop…

I wish I could pull the nails off my aging stigmata…

Fine Devine wine spill on my forehead…

I felt free for a moment…

Till I wulk up in a coffin, coffing out my trials and my tenction…

From the heat burning my souls absences…

So tacky…

To death I say…

Spare me the teasing and bull…

Just read my lips…

Bring it on!

Smelling Salts

Just give me a dose

So I don’t overdose

Forget it

Let me comatose

Crochet my fingers into a rope

Mind locked its self behind the door

So how can I get out

Let me win

I’m stuck

Throw the sheets over my only motive to live

Give me a dose

So I don’t overdose

The mind says overdose instead

Hands shake when

I pick up things

Even a cup to drink

Fabrics drenched in Arabic coffee

Warm

Opposed to hot like I wanted it

I left it sitting on my table for to long

Eyes like rockets fuel burning

Under smoke

Trying to get a taste of a second hand

Slapped away

I don’t want your created pavement

To curl up on anyway

Give me a soft couch Cigarette in my mouth

Comfortable

And a small dose

So I don’t overdose

Stopped searching for the lost lists of me

Indeed I be the unholy

I know it

Sometimes to bold to be told

I have only days to live

Without cancer

I’m the cancer and a council

Of councillors in my surroundings

Funny how I can be a councillor yet, I can’t council me

Can’t nobody

I can’t use myself to cure

What I am

Or nobody

Placad at my face values like valumes

Antipsychotics

Together

Then face my low values

Phrase it to graze on my

Pains immortality

I battle with everything, anybody

People just don’t understand

You couldn’t ever understand a person like

Us

So stop

Persons like me just need

You to not

Just be there to hold

The mental and grow

Pleaded no sympathy

Fractures the light that once to glow

Just listen to me

Whenever I ever

Need the me time to wait for our time

Speak in a small dose

Because to be honest

I’d rather just overdose

Then to be told

I will be ok

Just give me a small dose of

Being there