SEARCHING

 

Laying in a dark room alone I search for you.

On this bed I think about the times you fed me when my stomach was full.

I think about how you allowed one side of my face to smile while the other half shared the tears of a clown.

Body laid in protest, teach me how to push and no longer pull.

I'm searching!

So I thought the walls that surround me were made up of bricks and concrete.

Masked mirror lies.... DRYWALL

Where does my purpose begin?

Or am I asking the wrong question?

Is the purpose that I seek starts when I stand at the end replaying the journey that begun in my head?

Vomiting the intestines not destined to nourish...force fed!

I'm searching!

Warmth blown from the vents losing ground to the chill of the double pane glass.

Hurting from a thought and sorrow slouches shoulders to knees, double pain.

Loudness streaming with no vibe to shush until thine ears become distinctions of character to pluck away static...

Silence

Pollen flowing from the search of it.

Pump me once or twice...I cant breathe.....asthmatic 

I'm searching!

So I think.....

Or maybe its searching for me....

Reach one Teach one....: HASTAG You wanna be recognized for what you have ...

Reach one Teach one....: HASTAG  You wanna be recognized for what you have ...: HASTAG    You wanna be recognized for what you have and for what we see.  How about being validated for the ish we don't see.  ...

HASHTAG 

You wanna be recognized for what you have and for what we see. 

How about being validated for the ish we don't see. 

See many of us can show you a finished product but how many of us can show the formula it took to get where you have made it....

#Algebra

See your fortune is telling especially if i don't see any eraser marks because the foil method couldn't solve for a variable 

#thief

Or better yet maybe your selfishness is the reason why your not willing to share success. 

Hhmmm I'm kind of lost....

Isn't success a true success if your able to share the journey?

 #loser

I can speak in this new world tongue, I can speak in my old native language, hell I can brail the coming of Jesus but....

What good will all that do if you cant lay down a D behind the R who stepped in front of the E that cut in front of the A!

#readinbetweenthelines

Joy is the expression of knowing what sorrow is. Show me a smile that didn't start from the point of uncertainty!

#vulnerability 

I believe we will one day be known as great people of this land once each of us understands the person in question is me, myself, and I. 

#self-respect

#self-esteem

At what point do we stop pointing the finger at a person who cares nothing more than to point it right back at you? Are we playing cops and robbers or are we in a scene from the wild wild west?

#reflections

Darcel Sharp

Reach one Teach one....: The Rant

Reach one Teach one....: The Rant: The window pane frames my outlook on life. It shares the many thoughts that surrenders my body to the elements of self worth. Why am I ...

The Rant

The window pane frames my outlook on life. It shares the many thoughts that surrenders my body to the elements of self worth. Why am I the question held in secret while the lies shine to a truth force-fed? How does a person speak in tongue when there are no lips to help the distinction of sound? My heart speaks no more but weeps in its own blood marking its borders. I see you and dammit I wish I could bless you with my hands of exorcism, be gone you punk ass demon.  Imma keep running on off at the mouth so I'll do us all a favor and skip this period.

Who wants to feel the world with burnt fingertips? Everything I touch shows no entry of me so I guess I shall remain nameless and faceless to the recognition to the software of your keyboard. Free will is a mutha. Here I am thinking we should free will versus choosing to do of my own consciousness. Bury me a G before the H I of your high text me J K. 

So now I'm a joke.... Huh? 

I'm not no regular dude, I am somebody who can be seen as anybody within your body. Books read sparks the imagination of what swirls before us noting fiction to be non because who wants live here and now. So who is hiding now? You reside in a world where the top of a pyramid drives your thirst while in all your missing the point.....The base of the structure constructed at sea level. 

Yup yup... 

This rant is to be continued...... I knew I should have showed my work in pencil... Dammit!

Knock Knock

Knock Knock

I Hate

 

I hate the fact I have to lay here and wonder about my future. 

I hate the fact that I have to play guess when to know when I will be touched. 

I hate the fact you choose to finger fuck your smartphone while I'm feeling dumb cuz I cant fuck!

I hate the fact a outsider  has to become a insider to acknowledge the void. 

I hate the fact of not knowing that I become annoyed with who I am. 

 

I hate the fact I have to go out to know Im worthy of attention. 

 

I hate the fact I have mood swings to give me someone to communicate with. 

I hate the fact I no longer know where to line up, whats my position. 

I hate the fact a thought of doing is just that, a thought!

I hate the fact this came to mind to write on this canvas. 

At some point I'm a love to be alone and free. 

Think about things before you completely lose me.

At that point roles will be reversed and you'll HATE the fact you looked through me and not at me !


By Darcel

How still is still when it comes to a portrait that captures the moments of emotions?

It holds fast to the joy brought to one while time smoothes over the layers of you...the layers of me!

Expressions of my son flows with the gentle breeze of the summers sunsets...hymns of him flowing free.

Can you see him?

I can feel his gentle touch masked by the exterior of a man who knows how to secure his own.

A reflection from the rippled pond reflects a early reflection of me...

Three peas in a pod, the lord couldn't have made a better clone!

How still is still you ask?

Hold your breath for a minute and then release!!!!!

BREATH TAKING

Ready for love

I AM READY FOR LOVE

I let myself be the shadow of your captivity for way to long.

The long days and weary nights run in together like a run on sentence.....no break.....no comma!

The caged bird is being released, the air will be filled with hymms of beautiful harmony.

No longer will I hold my head down and sing the same ol song.

He will change....I hope.

I AM READY FOR LOVE.....

Dont be mad because you lost a good woman. Be mad that you lost a numb woman.

The skies are no longer grey...

Im dusting off that pedestal.... I am KING....I am man.

JESUS... thank u for allowing me to be humble enough to fall to your feet and pray!

I am ready...

I AM READY FOR LOVE!

By: Darcel

AND SO IT WAS WRITTEN

 

The canvas of this masterpiece can be expressed on these ruffled papers burnt at the edges. 

The artistry of this art can be expressed on the walls that surround you or the ground that you journey. 

The movement of this stroke can be expressed with the flow of keys punching indentations of self built ledges. 

AND SO IT WAS WRITTEN

I was told to only write in pencil when doing math and to write in pen in other avenues because thats how growth happens. You write in pen to permanently imprint your thoughts because you mean what you say and say what you mean. 

Black or blue ink to be exact. 

Pens drying up and leads sharpened to break only to be sharpened and dulled at the contact of not understanding the root. 

The root  screaming out to that lil girl, to that lil boy who sits in the corner tracing letters of the alphabet..... This is you!

Fact!

AND SO IT WAS WRITTEN

Blue crayons being heavily shadowed with white crayons ....finger painting  space trapping answers to questions not formed because I'm scared. 

Im still a wounded child!

 How can he or she begin to use a pencil even though it can mark symbols of here and later be erased with the turning of now?

An eraser still cant erase the markings of a crayon colored outside the lines... Colored wild. 

AND SO IT WAS WRITTEN

Your ask to exude your adulthood with a signature of your name done in pen. 

A pen can be the perfect tool while inked on paper to copy and or to fax as what society deems to be a original. 

A true original can not be copied or faxed because its a distinction of being one of a kind. 

Wax coated colors marked is a  sacred find-ing!

Pick a color..... Any color and let the healing begin. 

By: Darcel Sharp 2014