Envy McKee

Tears linger Though they have not yet manifested I feel them Right behind my eye sockets Making a mockery Of my happiness A happiness that once was Long ago A feeling that I have been searching for since I Like a lonesome traveler Conquistador Look high and low Far and wide To no avail Nothing No one yet Can compare Can align properly Can make sense of What once was No longer is And probably never again shall be. I am hopeful. There must be some thing Some one Some where That makes perfect sense To my fickle senses And yet… I think sometimes That I’m simply Shit out of luck now. My time passed My moment over My 15 minutes of true love Has already run its course. I think it unthinkable that God Has no plans for me With regard to love. He made me ever complex In every imaginable way There must be a key that fits. A smile that melts These cold fits I get. But still nothing. My days get longer still They Pass by … Continue reading →

  I have been having a day. Not a bad day, per say. It hasn’t been blissful either. This “day” has lasted for the better part of a week. AND, it looks like, this “day” I’ve been having, will last for several more days and maybe even weeks come tomorrow night. You know what this means don’t you? *nods* Change is brewing. Again.   Admittedly, I am one who tends to know that change is coming and kindof hold off on accepting that change is coming until I get smacked dead in the face by change and then MUST do what I must because I really don’t have much of a choice. I’m sure if you took a bit of inventory of your own life, you’d agree that you do the exact same thing. So don’t judge me.   With that said, this time, I’m venturing out of character a bit to do something utterly different. I’m thinking about making the change before the change makes me. The only problem with this modus operandi is that I’m not fully aware … Continue reading →

  Pinkatzinha   Ignoring it Won’t make it go away Just like Pretending cancer Isn’t eating Away at your bones Won’t make it stop. Love is like that. It’s a cancer Eating away At our inhibitions Our fears Making room for joy Sometimes pain That happens With the growth that it takes To be All consumed. Love wants to consume And be consumed It needs our hate Our pride Our ego To die It needs us to just let it. No matter who or what we are Where we live What we have If we just let it Love will let us Be Abundant and blissful Timeless Love is timeless. Just like life It’s a marathon Not a 50 yard dash It’s never too late to start And you can take forever to finish because There is no end.   You can’t ignore it away. Once it’s in you It’s there. Ever growing Consuming Taking over you Even if you try to pretend That it’s not lingering there. Even if you pretend. It’s still there.   Don’t try to ignore … Continue reading →

  It has come to my attention. That. Well. At least one whole percent of the human population is so far gone, so rabid, so vile, so corrupt, so sick with a disease, an incurable disease that possibly the only way we may actually be able to save the planet from whatever we’re on the threshold of, *takes breath* is to literally quarantine the afflicted… AND either light a match…………. or leave them to themselves (in quarantine) to, well, their own divisiveness.   Of course, once we deal with “them”, then we’ll have to deal with the psychotic, brainwashed types who unfortunately got hold of “the disease” by way of rhetorical transfusion. I don’t know if there is a strong enough Kool-aid to be made to reverse the inherent brain damage that has already been done to so many via Rush Limbaugh, Sarah Palin, Michelle Bauchman, Anne Vulture *giggle*, Glenn Beck, etc. etc., etc. We may have to round them up into quarantine as well.   Not unlike what they did in that movie Quarantine where some biologically unsound flesh eating, zombie … Continue reading →

Anke Vogel Art Silence is golden. It speaks multitudes to the masses they hear what they want anyway. Me? Today at least I hear nothing. No birds chirping. No dogs barking No angels singing No love making. No noise Not even my heart beating. No breathing No speaking. No chimes on my phone Telling me of a message No dings in my head Like I know what comes next. This nothingness is both eerily familiar And a peace from my past.   It is the sound of you and me Apart It’s as usual now.   My wanting you To give me you And you doing Nothing about it.   Your wanting to give you me And Doing nothing about it.   I get it. It’s complicated We’re complicated. Our love has never been Cut and dry Black and white Or red.   Sometimes it’s like Pink Or yellow Blends of hotness And chill Passion And the blues   And quiet. Not speaking Or hearing or Anything at all   Just hearts beating in different places Two different bodies Designed … Continue reading →

“It’s just a date.”, Joey says to me with equal amounts big brother shrewdness and logical person, “turn your nose up at the silly girl”, matter-of-factness. I grimaced.   It turns out, my friend Joey thinks I’m shallow and oppressed. I prefer to call it “picky”, mostly because shallow and oppressed sounds permanent, like a war wound. And yet, “picky” apparently doesn’t do my relationship woes any justice–according to Joey. Pfff.   To be clear, it’s never “just a date”. Prior to the date point, one must pass any number of laundry items on my proverbial checklist. The sun, the moon, all of the planets AND most of the stars in this galaxy have to align properly for me to feign even the slightest interest. And when it does, there is always the chance that I’ll change my mind. And so, therefore, it is never “just a date”. For me, Going out with someone–even someone I may almost like– apparently, is a monumental, life altering event. What? It’s not that way for you?   With that said, my “friend” (I … Continue reading →

  Time, my friends, is about as relevant as a sermon in a crack house. Whatever is going on is going to go on with or without the soap box. The soap box just makes the process way more annoying for folks who is trying to get their uh…business…uh…straight.   I use the analogy of crack house and, thus, the inference of crack and, thus, by default, crack heads because I’m beginning to believe that we’re all addicted. To time. We’re all time heads. Crack timers. Time druggies. Time holders. Time head-ish. It sounds corny as all hell to try to make our addiction sound menacing and desperate, and yet. Oh well. It is what it is.   Sure. Right about NOW you think I’m about as nutty as a Snickers. I’m cool with that. Betty White is doing her thing right now.   You’re saying out loud (probably): “We all need time Envy. We need to know what time to catch our train or what time it is so that we aren’t late for work. We need to be … Continue reading →

Author’s Note: I wrote this piece some years ago… It seemed appropriate to repost in memory of a truly awesome poet who left this life plane and is on to another. R.I.P. Gil Scott-Heron…you paved the way…prayerfully hip hop will get “back”. A Blues for Hip Hop Some days I get so pissed. It’s political mostly. It’s a definitive thirsting It’s a reason A season A lifetime For everything. Booty shaking Head nodding To stupid songs I hate it I hate it how hip hop Of late makes me feel Like I’m a perpetual fukc buddy Like I’m some bitch in a skirt For some bitch in a pink shirt I hate how these corny ass dudes Treat we women so rude It makes me madder when I see These fukcing spinning rims Really dude? There are such poets in music That get ignored Where lyrical content lives Labels go hard for That other dude Ren and Ten The hip hop dalmations Is who they choose And we and YOOOOOUUU get sucked into it. Head nodding Booty shaking Rocking to … Continue reading →

  *British Accent* True love. Pfff. I mean, yay! On last Friday, we got to see a real live prince marry a real live Princess didn’t we? What could be more fitting to address a topic that covers the spans of all of our minds than love and fairy tales? AND by way of proximity to all known fairy tales there must by some account include a castle—and British accent. It all starts there doesn’t it? The fairy tale? Every little girl dreams of the fairy tale. And so love for all of us has become this harrowing quest to live the fairy tale– that there is a prince charming and she is a princess and all the dreaming is actually worth the expense and heartbreak that comes before and after, because all fairy tales hold one thing for certain—a happy ending. And not the kind that comes after a massage sometimes. The kind that keeps us adamant to fill our own daughters heads with these same fairy tales, so that she too will grow up disillusioned when she realizes that the … Continue reading →