When It All Falls Down

Self inflicted war wounds
While they laugh at us buffoons
Shooting needles at high noon
Making pennies from sweeping brooms
Religious prostitution
Poppin' coochies at the alter
Any man's fear of having daughters
Head held high in higher waters
And the water bill is high.

No endowment for our children
So we keep searching for excuses
Keep searching for excuses
But we all know that it's useless
The lies that we commit
Adults being adulterous
Where is God when you need him?

And my grandmother keeps trying to explain to me
What seems impossibly 
The tale of my forefathers being kings and queens
I do not come from a dynasty of,
Emeralds and diamonds
Because my mother's uncles hoarded crack rocks
Spreading their seed to 6 or 7 bellies

Ego trippin'.
Self evaluation. 
Stabilization. 
Stability. 
Avoiding all euphemisms. 
Embracing reality.
Where are you God?

Some may consider me blasphemous
Because I, get high and
Contest His Greatness
With marijuana eyes.
When it all falls down.

- Sade' Miller

Pretty Please

Today I woke up smiling and it felt so..
Organic
I had to cleanse my pallet and take a larger bite of life
Because my past left it bitter tasting
Like limes
But you,
You served me lemonade
I need to know
Are you mine or are you mine?
Like the earth is mine?
Or like those crinkled one dollar bills in my pocket?
I do not wish to rape your heart of its love
But a gift would be nice

- Sade' Miller

Morning Thoughts

"I woke up with life at my bedside.
Empty handed, it bore gifts.
I am grateful for whomever God may be. Good morning."

- Sade' Miller

So...

Today it's raining, and i can't help but think of how nice it would be to cuddle and watch a movie with my significant other (as if). But what the heck is love anyway? Poets, philosophers, playwrights and pop singers from Socrates to Beyonce have had a great deal to say about love. T'is a red, red rose; it is a battlefield; a drug, a delusion, a lunacy, the sunshine after a rain storm. I'm not certain of love's biology, but it has the tendency of becoming chemically insane, to the point that you can no longer tell if what you feel is really love, or if it's just an illusory need. Being as young as I am, many of my peers believe that love must be displayed in erotic fashions. The mysterious thing about real love is that it does not make you want to rip the beloved's clothes off at inappropriate moments; it is nothing to do with the wild urge to create a universe with only the two of you in it. Instead, it is the kind of profound affection that makes you smile at idiosyncrasies that anyone else would find pointless, or get the joke that nobody else will understand. This kind of love is built of the bricks of a hundred small memories and moments in time. The deep steady love that gets you through rainy days and financial crises and the small quotidian tasks that make up a life. This is why couples who have been together for 50 years always talk about marrying their best friend. Maybe it's not for me to understand just yet.

- Sade' Miller

When We Were Genus Apis

I...
Am in bliss
Every time we share erogenous kisses
Baby.
Don't wake me up 'til our love jisms smell like honey
And are sweet to taste
So when the winters are cold,
And the flowers have withered
We can feast like fat kings off of the fruit of our labor
And smile.

-Sade' Miller

"Lust For Life"

Virginia Thoughts

"I think the first time I lost my mind and fell in love all at once was when I realized that even silence had a sound. At the ebb of life's urgency, I heard GOD."

- Sade' Miller