Spill for me

Not because I asked but because you want to.

I can’t make you be the example that I give you:

It’s simple in my world of a gallon of red Cool-Aid, falling in slow motion from the counter freshly made is how I spill for you.

I’m a mess all over for you yet you won’t even turn on the water.

Spill for me

Not because I ask but because you feel it as well.

A rhythmic heart beat meant to be two as one.

It’s simple in my world, like the steady hands during an open heart surgery, where time is waning baby blood is all over me and I fuckin’ love it.

I look like the survivor of a head-on collision, yet you can’t turn the key.

Spill for me

Not because I asked but because you want to let it out and can’t hold it anymore.

You say I can’t see that there’s at least a door encased in the brick wall…or is it a window?

“But, why do I have to battering ram my way in to YOUR heart?”

Spill for me please like the guts of a dead racoon.  Make it raw.  Baby make it nasty, just make it real.  Make it as appealing as the blade to a wrist.  Spill all that is within.  Spray ME with every emotion you never dared to give.  Please…

Spill for me

Not because I asked but because you found the moment to do so

Not because it’s a chore

Not because you can’t swallow your pride

Not because you have something to hide

For I’m not asking you to open old wounds, I’m asking you to heal.  Spill all that is real.  I know it’s there, yet it’s the attainable that I want to feel.

Is that too much to ask?
KonciouSLea Written emotionaLea

When I’m with you

…..time escapes through a window left open…..which is my heart.

KonciouSLea Written


She blew in, varying fragmented leaves which pixilated to form the picture
And I stood in awe, captivated and encompassed in her whirlwind
She whispers “I get you”
Only the squirrels would peep peripherals as they scamper and hop in search of the same feelings she would bring
Like them I know I left my heart there buried in a certain spot to return for later, & there she has it
Without even asking for it, she has it
I didn’t mind for a second as the fleeting moment would take on an entire season
Each embrace bringing chills upon the back of my neck and a kiss which leaves me in a forever daydream
With a lust that I can taste on the tip of my tongue
Who can resist though she hides behind her ever changing hues yet presents the same
It’s Autumn
Yeah, but there’s something different
The smell of the air
The way that car is parked there
The way the leaves crunch beneath my feet even leave a lasting impression
Have I not been here before?
Why do I want to dive in head first?
The rain
The sound of that train
Even the eerie feel of the dark doesn’t feel so weighted in her presence
Therefore we laugh and I’m back in that whirlwind again
I pray for time to stop
Rewind or to travel in time that I may be able to see through the leaves where this is going
I guess to Winter
…..but there I find leaves beneath the snow
It is there, I find Autumn…..again

KonciouSLea Written in a seasonal time


The universe

couldn’t be so vast yet together we light the sky
East to West we reach across to one another
Beautifully like a Michelangelo painting
You are intricate
Delicately protected
The projection of you in my mind runs reel to reel
A framework to which I’d gaze at each one preserving the tape in its original form for you are timeless
I want to be the one to write you
Letters on your skin so finely detailed that it would combine with each strand of hair intently to spell intrest
To dispel any insecurity
To swaddle you in verbs and nouns leaving you breathless
Yet I see you, though you’re so far away
I hope you don’t mind if I stay

KonciouSLea Written though world’s apart


Layers of insecurity chipped at with the pickaxe only to find thicker layers of shame
The wrecking ball shattered against the impenetrable wall of regrets
The earthquake even fatigues at the sight of a foundation built on sorrow

Some have tried to find a realness inside to no avail
However, it looked like stars on the outside
Something to have
Something to grab at
She said,

“I’ll buy it”

Not knowing that
Anxiety painted trails over the floor in blood
The brushes would never dry for they would be soaked in tears
Graffiti would layer the walls telling a story of years ago which plays like a broken record in his mind
Against the peeled paint she presses her heart as he presses the barrel against his temple
She says

“This is all I have.”

Barbed wire intertwines with brick as he lays on another layer of fear
All she wants to do is envision what is behind the wall
All she wants is in
What’s so deep inside that he must hide?
Why is this the wall that she must climb

Encased therein imprisoned is he
Encased therein imprisoned is he
Encased therein imprisoned is he
Encased therein I’mprisoned is me


By Gemal Woods

Photo by Gemal Woods

(C) KonciouSLea Written because I know what it’s like to be imprisoned within yourself.
8/30 NaPoWriMo 2015

Unattainable Stars

From time to time you pop in and I’m
Reborn again
Walking out of the baptismal waters feeling anew
Mind, body and spirit on hyper speed
Cosmos aligned, speaking to me
Intelligent conversations, and some about the freakishly way a cow looks when it walks
You get me
Then hide again
It’s like reaching from here for a star then realizing how dreadfully unattainable that is
Leaving me to settle for a starfish
I mean, who has ever held a fallen star anyway
We’ve seen them, wonder where they go and wish we could have caught it
You couldn’t just be a figment of my imagination
Because how do you come and go?
You could never remain
That would be too obvious
So not you, yet
The feeling is just. . .addictive
Like pupils dilated
I await your pop in like a fiend who thinks he found a rock in the carpet addictive
Some just know what’s not good for them, yet they smoke it anyway
Sometimes I just want to burn

(C) KonciouSLea Written, and yes. . .I’ve discovered that I’m really freaked out at the way cows walk.
7/30 NaPoWriMo 2015

I don’t know

if I’ll be a part of the uprising when it happens but I’ll agree with it when it does
Because they don’t ever attack real niggas
Street niggas
The ones who pack that heat niggas
The ones with nothing to lose who will clap back instead of run over a broken brake light niggas

This will never make sense to you because you will never be that target/ed nigga
The one pulled over because to them you ARE a nigger
The one who rides with his boys for fun blasting music nigga
“Breaking the noise ordinance during the day” nigga

It’s like no matter what you do you’re wrong nigga
They don’t need a reason to pull out on you nigga
The bullet’s the new noose in the tree for us niggas
And who is really fearing for their lives niggas?
It’s not like these cats got 9 lives niggas
Or we all walk around with them packed 9’s nigga

I hope I live to see the uprising when it happens I’ll agree with it when it does
Clap like I did when OJ got off nigga
Blast Ice T’s album Cop Killer in my car for niggas
Relive my teenage years with NWA screaming fuck the police during the riots nigga
Then pour out some liquor for Rodney and say I guess we can’t all get along after all my nigga

As long as they just see us as a number or nigger
As long as the undertone is still we don’t represent a whole. . .go figure
As long as we Kanye shrug because, “I’m glad that wasn’t me my nigga”
As long as we be the type to turn the other cheek my niggas
There will always be a rise from the cradle to the grave
Cops will always disrespect us as something man made
They will never know what defines or pride
Until then my niggas, I’ll await the uprising

(C) KonciouSLea Written with a lot of n-words but truthfully, it’s about time
(To be edited more later)
for NaPoWriMo 2015 6/30