Nostalgia

Born with a rebel yell
I emerged upon the scene
Silence quelled the spirits

He was a special child
Reflecting on times of yore
My innocence was taken for granted
My unbridled passion moved me

to the forest
to the field
to the sea

I smelled like outside
When I discovered full showers
I discovered women

Watching movies
And drinking OJ
were the only aphrodisiacs I needed

I discover women still
With every page I turn
I see myself

Now I worry about money and bills
I miss thrill of a long night out
that never became tomorrow

At tomorrow’s end
I long for the days of
yesterday’s presence
and the perfection of today’s existence
but am filled with sorrow

By Thomas Agbonyitor

Driving in My Car With Girls

Jump in the car and let’s float.
My vessel was a ferry boat
to sin sensation.

With you riding shotgun,
the sun was around at night.
It reflected off the moon
as it glowed on us.

The kaleidoscope in my mind
of these women riding around with me
is ghostly.
Now that these seats are empty,
I solemnly reflect on times past,
bad chicks twerking in the backseat
with no gas.

I was a king amongst men, searching
for the perfect woman,
searching for the one to be
my ride or die.

Lollygagging and galavanting
are pure joy in the summer.
Sweat dripping from our bodies
as we ride with the windows down,
playing our favorite song.

I was told not to love too easy,
but failed almost every time.
At least while riding shotgun,
they were mine.

By Thomas Agbonyitor

We Were Animals

Born of blood and pain
Savagery was the game

Pack animals
Wolves on the hunt

Huddled in tribes
Dancing to our native rhythms

We hungered for more
Searching for God in nature
But our nature was godliness

We planted
We cultivated
We built
We dressed up in fine cloths
We made machines more powerful than us
We became slaves to the money we made
All the while yearning
For a return to the watering hole

To a spear
To flesh
To blood

A rebel yell from the soul
A primitive scream
Murder, death, kill
A nightmare made real

Since the beginning of time
We’ve raped and pillaged
The Spartans threw weak babies off cliffs
Men do not know the definition of peace

We made love to our women
With unbridled passion
The fire that burns for them
Is unquenchable
Our aggression in bed
Is evidence of God’s true savagery

Therein lies the secret
God is holy
But he also made the devil
Everything comes from Him
Including the savagery of it all
We were made in His image
So to be savage is to be God

By Thomas Agbonyitor

Red sea

Lost in a world of nothingness
Delusions trap my mind

Drowning in a sea of internal tears
I can’t swim to the surface

I choke on my own saltwater
I spit up blood

It envelopes me like a flame
Now I’m swimming in a red ocean of blues

The blood, thick with poison
Serenades me
It cradles me to sleep

I dream of a dew dripped,
sun kissed meadow, hereafter

But wake up drowning.

By Thomas Agbonyitor

A Reflection

There is no power in Blackness
There is only power in you and me

Blackness is not real
White men made it to keep us in chains
Igbo, Yoruba, Ewe
Our tribes are our identities
The Atlantic Ocean washed us into one blood

So now here we are
Joined in color
A shared history
of overcoming adversity

MLK
Malcolm X
Harriet Tubman
The list goes on
of individuals putting us on

Imagine one million MLKs
marching on the mall
Or one million Harriet Tubmans
freeing themselves

Nowadays with Google and hard work
you can free yourself
So, why aren’t we free?

Strange Dream

It’s the strangest dream
living in this black body
staring at my dark skin
laying in bed
in the TV glow of night

I wonder
Why am I hated for this?
It’s just melanin
It’s just skin
I know that
looking through my eyes from within

What do they see
when they look at me?
Should I wash my black off
so I can be free?

I am not safe
not even at home
The cops can bust into my home
with a no knock warrant
They can kneel on my neck
They can shoot me in the chest
or my back
My being is constantly under attack
because I’m black

Programmed with hate
They see black and see enemy
They see threat
They don’t know
I just want to live, laugh, love

Oppression weighs on my chest
as it heaves trying to sleep
My thoughts racing
with all these causes to defeat
Racism feels like everything

Then I have my epiphany
They can pepper me with spray
Tear me with gas
Pierce me with bullets
or drown me in the sea
They can do whatever they want to me
But they cannot kill my inner being
They cannot kill a soul who dreams

By Thomas Agbonyitor

Immortal

I’ve always existed,
part of the Universe,
a ripple in the pond of time.

We are all God.
We just must assert our godliness.
The same energy flows through all of us.

Somehow, we must live
this bodily experience
though we are spirits by nature.

Therein lies the conflict:
We were born to die.
Yet, we are immortal.

by Thomas Agbonyitor

Salvator Mundi

I know a man who’s an island
I’m floating right here
In an empty sea of frost bitten darkness
Never touched

A black hole
Sucking in space
Destroying stars around me

What’s the theory of relativity
When boomerangs don’t come back?

I’d love to play catch
But people can’t throw
Or no one wants to throw to me
Or catch

Feelings are the devil

Never understood
They swirl in a caldron of pain
That is my entity

Paint me a picture
Write me a symphony
They all come out the same
Lame

Say you understand
But we could never feel the same
Probably because I’m insane
Writing/Writhing in pain
With no one to blame

If you could feel me
I probably wouldn’t like that

I’m Mona Lisa
Not smiling
On the Louvre wall
Don’t touch of the art!

We long to capture the beauty
To be the admirer, painter and subject
All at once
Would be divine

Running through and out of
Space and time
Everything is sublime
Except me

Wherefore art thou Juliet?
I long for the day we met
And lay in serene serendipity
Living forever
Neither swallowing poison
Nor feuding

Musings from my muse
Would be salvation
As Salvator Mundi
Through excavation
I finally see
Me

By Thomas Agbonyitor