By Douglas S. Dubois

The Poet is a Multidimensional Ugandan born Multi-Industrial Professional, Anti-Racism Consultant, Creative Arts Entrepreneur & Non-Profit Manager in Washington DC. His works explore the intersectionality of Race, DEI(R), Advocacy, Sexuality, Human Rights & Global Development.

888 I BE LIVE IN YOU

I hear the rushing of water at sea

Tender as the sea

Smooth as the tooth

Of last scene at

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God and the Word was with God…

I have told you Stories

From time and time again

Because This

Is How Best I Know

To Change Your World.

Each time you stumble and fall

So with every season

I AM forced to protest,

Yet again with Words,

Because Writing

Is MY FORM OF PROTESTS

I did this

When I told about the Genesis

Where My Generous Sisters

Were merged (In The Beginning)

To Form a Race

Of All Black and Brown

Some left in Kemet

Where I AM King

Others scattered

Across the globe

And sHe, at home here

In these United States.

There’s so little you know

About the Exodus,

Ask Me and I shall tell thee

About how the Tribe

Of the Lion of Judah

Was left in the foothills

Of the Mountains of the Moon

When Father and I

Went up the Mountain to pray!

And yet,

You dared try to kill me

Dear Wretched America.

Death from the spiritual realms

Now befalls you.

And for the trump,

Now death becomes him.

Douglas S. Dubois

DsD

07.26.2025 9:00 AM

I AM NOT AN EXPERIMENT

Ye foolish of heart

And void of wisdom.

Thrust your ignorance on Rock

And shutter thy minds open to

The awakening

Of the god within you

Or sit not at my table

With such vile impertinence.

Force a path forward and

Do right by God

Or stick your eyes into

The burning flames of the Nottoway Plantation

And scotch in the burning flesh

For your trees still hang

With ropes of the dead.

Play experiment

And change narrative

Unite your forces

Across church and state

But fall ye all in His presence

Until thee find good health

From the Healing

Of A Mental Psychosis

That is slavery of the Black Mind.

As you feed its pocket today;

The slave master,

You all remain enslaved,

While it explores planet next.

Bear not thy cross

If you wish to continue within lack.

My bank account is dry

But my spirit is full.

Now that you have dribbled

All your balls of war

Against God’s Children

How large your satisfaction

Of extensive abuse?

Have you all matched selfish Bezo’s hourly income?

How hefty your bank accounts,

Ye slaves

To the curse of a Slave Master!!?

Have ye bought a Tesla

Or have thee innovated your own?

Are you the Dictator

That now sits

In your highest office?

Or are you yet another slave Roiling away To crown him

Master over your being?

Are fulfilled?

Are you happy?

Are you content?

You are enslaved of mind

As you are of spirit.

Bid not

Beckon my email no longer,

Thrust yourselves on destruction

Of your fallen being.

I enjoy banter with you no longer!

You publicly manipulate

The flow of information

To suit your dark means

And feed a glutton,

While Associates pick packages

In place of cotton,

You pay 7 cents Black

To the white ratio dollar

And much less the immigrant...

You assume

"Immigrant too desperate"

You call us foolish

And lacking in skill

You taunt our existence

With your own folly,

But what brazes you all indeed

Is that you know at your core

We are smart!

You envy the multiplicity

Of the languages we speak

You despise that We

Have seen worlds greater

And walked lands

Even further than your own.

Fret,

For our spirit lives on across time

In this universe and the next

Shocked I, by your ignorance.

The weightless measure

Of your education

I’ve learned,

Is not levied by standards

You've set for us -

through certification...

Mine has been,

But this great Teacher that is Life!

I blame not you,

But your poorly governed systems

Within which

Your education thrives

Likened to the beastly construction of narcissism

In which your governance feeds.

You reek

Of the curse of your Ancestors,

It bleeds in the lack.

Douglas S. Dubois

EYES; Keys To The Soul

I am King David,

You are Saul

A living creature without a Soul.

These eyes speak

All the things

My mouth won’t say.

Seeing all you put me through

Made me sick.

Yet truth and justice

Is now all I seek.

EYES, Lights to my Brain

Do not doubt

How your mind perceives

Thoughts your eye injest

When you feel a breeze

From what you see

You sure are

In the waves at sea.

Thrive against the wind,

Take tide and hide

Retract,

Each time your eye sees Saul

Eating up and draining your Soul

Distract your mind

From their evil will

For it will only make you ill.

Then unto your heart’s EYE

Mother universe

Shall bestow your pour

For “all who devour you

Shall be devoured,

And all your foes,

Every one of them,

Shall” wean and wane

“into captivity;”

Those chains

They stationed for you

Shall become

Their stations for real

“Those who plunder you

Shall be plundered,

And all who prey on you

I will make a prey.”

For as I pray,

There, in the Trinity,

I remain shielded.

I shall NEVER LACK.
Douglas S. Dubois

Updated 04.13.2024,

SINGLE BY CHOICE

I will remain single

Non of these boys excites me

They’re slow to the mind

But quick to their pants.

Low to the heart

Strangely mild.

I can’t sit with you for hours

And leave feeling empty

Then expect me

To rise to your bed early!

Your heart is weak

Your words so meek

Ati-intellect disgusts my mind

Yours is but filth

You left me distorted

Now I'm unimpressed.

How and when

Did you forget to feel?

Why have you lost your way

In the ghast of snails and lust?

They speak of how

You used to be young and brave

You've lost your stance

You walk like dust!

I’m unimpressed

By your lack of grit

All you do is eat

Yourself to sleep

I have no need

For a glutinous fog

Instead of you,

I’ll have a dog.

Eat not my wings

You beastly gong

Let sound the drums

Till music fills my heart

Stay off my cast

You peeing cat

Your legs blister my path

You’re but a log of strands.

I’m out.

Off to the sea of me

These men,

Are all but fleeting winds!

I'm truly unimpressed.

Douglas S. Dubois

05.28.2025

WIZART

Feeling like....
The world is but a mystical place.
I’m the enigma at its table.

I'm a mirage in this stable,
The puzzle they can’t quite solve.

A mystery overly evolved

A Wizard but not from Oz,

Oozing in a land of those

Brave as granite not Rock!
The Heart never bound to cook

But a love hardly buttered to melt.

Douglas S. Dubois

07.18.2016

BLACK and PROUD

QUESTION!

What’s a bit of Spring

In Winter called?
ANSWER:

A Douglas Dubois.

Happy Black History month.
Such strength in a name
A Black Name

For a Black Man.
A Black Man is A god,
For His Being is of God
And He Wears Himself

The Mind of God.

He's a god.

Douglas S. Dubois

02.01.2021

TORN

Torn. Like a recluse

But I’m not reckless

In taking back my power

I came low

From top of my tower

How they scavenged my body

Like ravenous covers

They left empty my coffers,

Ate into me,

Dug into me

I don’t like sea food

But was devoured like shell fish

And Iay bare,

As they used

And abused my temple

They milked at my root shakra

Out of my royal being

Feed! You nasty beasts

Of Heartless Encore,

Feed of my darkness

Empty disdain of self

Because when I’m finally free

I’ll have released

All my pain and loss

I was in mourning

I felt every inch

As life was dragged out of me

My soul being emptied

I was neither half full half

Nor empty

I dried up like the Sahara

I couldn’t reach me

Even as I Echoed and Bellowed From the Deepest Granite

In the Himalayas

To stand firm now

And utter my death

And resurrection

Is to have won a battle

Not many return from...

I now glare without sneer

At faces of my abusers,

And smile

Because I hear no Shame

Bear no Blame

Peel no Fear

Healing with such Flair.

Strung me to edges

Of your darkest darkness

But I remain Royal Blackness

I’ve done my shadow work

Faced my deepest fears

Trodden blended

In my own ghosts and ghast

Faced my shadows

Shielded my Heart.

I am living Free

But I've never been for free...

My aura is costly,

My presence Divine,

Your life You'll cost

Whence You abuse me!

Don't you dare use me

Else you'll end profusely!

Presently

Free of the burden

Of a dreaded love

That sought my destruction

With distraction

And left me

To Take Action

From Reaction

You all deemed Inaction.

You're all but a Fraction

Of My Father's Fragmentation

But have all lost Favor

In His eyes Forever...

How do you claim

To love someone

And do that to them?

How do you cling

To breaking the joy

Of someone

And hope

They'll love you again?

Lord I’m in pain

This is not -

What I hoped to gain!

Take this cup away from me

God I’m bleeding

his knife struck deeply

Elbow of my heart beating.

I jumped out

Of a rolling metro bus

Gasping. Air!

I'm not breathing...

I need to catch my self -

I think I lost my step

I don’t mind falling

Into this trench

Love is bleaching...

You have no idea

"No, you can’t -"

Yes You Can

Imagine the lengths of pain

I’ve had to endure

If only you knew

How long it’s taken

To get me here.

I can finally say I’m free.

And NEVER going back.

Never have I ever

Been fully happy to date

Walking through

A bloody battle of death,

And yet,

Beaming

Fully Breathing

Heaving

And finally Healing.

Now shovel,

Shovel me back

To my destiny.

That's only Fair!

Douglas S. Dubois

YOU THINK!

You would Think

Dark night,

Dark car no lights

No life...

Tag tight, crunch crunch

Your spirit's broken

Out of light

Crust of dirt,

Dirty heart out of soul

Crumbling mind,

Broken spirit

Shadow vein

And you think you can break me?

You told lies,

You opened a canopy of worms

We’re now at war,

Shedding this dirty laundry

For the public gaze

Not just the white gays

There's chatter with laughter

How low you've fallen

Thinking you -

Would break - My Spirit!?

Huh!!

Like countless other black men Whose lives you've destroyed!?

Not I...

A bit like One,

Smart enough to rebuild.

I remake, I alchemize

Quite Like him,

I might love another of color

You're dismissed.

Two, you left destitute

On vile Baltimore streets,

Poisoned them

With the same groin of infidelity

For they too would lose

Broken in you Tea Leaves...

Stench gone your celebratory,

Now I revert to celibacy.

Like him,

You nearly had me bound

On crystals I cared not for

Now mine are from Shakra

In Meditation and Yoga!

Cursed your soul of violent reprise

False misdemeanors

Nearly cost me my light!

Shed you your stinky heart

You harlot of ghostly demise...

You were simply a device.

Douglas S. Dubois

03.30.2024

TO THE ONE THAT KNOWS

You sat at their table of Manipulation.

Chose their arch of Abuse.

You sheltered my lynching,

Even when I came to you

With a Cry for Help.

You were used to foster harm—

Or were you in service of Your Kind?

Did you bother,

To see the full picture,

Or was it choice

Not to be convinced otherwise?

Did you have a medulla to reflect

On that which you knew,

Or only exalted what you were told?

Did you sift through the how and why,

Or searched the surface only

For your pride?

Do you even know who you protected?

Or did you ever care—

For the one dragged beneath the rug?

Now see, how Your Kind once again

Takes privilege

In the destruction of a Soul.

Have you wondered

Why they forced to silence him?

Did you question

Why he nearly censored himself?

Did you not know

That history repeats herself?

Gnaw at your ignorance

No, you're simply illiterate!

Soon, I would see,

You’re No Different:

Your invitation only fueled new raids—

On Rosewood, Tuskegee, and Tulsa.

Look at you now,

A pawn

In the same system of Oppression.

They watch and never warn,

Just as you knew

And let him steer near.

They sit with false tender hearts,

Pretending to care for the Black Body—

Their own elevation comes at a cost;

His peace, His life—

His head slammed against the wall,

While they sip a cup of silence

And eat a platter of plotted surveillance.

You sit among my People,

With my People.

They love you, they feed you,

They shelter you

With the hand of Care.

And yet,

Had they known—

Would they still harbor you?

Oddly so,

History repeats herself,

And in hospitality,

They’d still lay your bed.

You thrive because We do not judge.

You thought I would never know?

Or that this puzzle would never unveil?

At my table sits Power—

Yet Power

Sought to Use, Abuse, Destroy.

You smile at my Genius,

Claiming to uplift,

While you stab my Thoracic.

Oh at the thought...

I think I’m going to fall sick.

You let them NEARLY Destroy Me.

You conspired

With Your Brother, Your Kind,

To trash the Slave—

Inferior, you said.

Alas, what could they do?

bUT cRY aND dIE!!!

"That’s all they’re good for",

Your whisper.

The bedroom.

Their phallic.

But was it worth it?

Was the cheque all that mattered?

For you, I mean — The check…

Or is there No Soul

Behind those wages?

Why even expect a soul

When your heart is dead!

You have played their tool,

A vessel of disenfranchisement.

A pawn of oppression and distress.

You encouraged Abuse

To Curtail His Voice,

Even when His Kind

Let your kind Prosper.

You sit in shadows and clear their path,

Ensuring His destruction.

“What are you?” is the Riddle.

They never loved me.

You never cared.

I searched your eyes for answers,

Reached out with a wailing heart,

Signaling the injustice you helped craft.

You watched my stories on the gram

As I weighed the grams of your sin.

I forgave you

As my Ancestors yours,

But fault me not,

Angel Michael is Beckoning for you.

Slit Your Throat

Jordan Split,

The Red Sea Spilled with crimson.

Your signature drips in blood—

Spilled from my heart.

Mine remains pure.

Yours tainted in lack.

Should I praise your silence

Or your vile loyalty?

For both have proven

Your deity is without Soul.

And your grounding feet

Lack a firm Sole.

Is the Black Body truly just a vessel—

To use for discard,

To abuse, to disregard?

Or do you care

Beyond our chains of possession?

Among those in whom

You Spill Your Loins,

Have you paved a path

To Freedom And Light?

Or only sealed their fate with use?

Do you care the disaster of your work?

Or matter it not

So long as it runs them down to ruins?

In my Hamlet,

Your Kind reign only in your ruins.

I Thrive!

Now I know—

It was never a Kind Heart.

Forty acres and a mule.

Only recently have I learned.

But every day, kind hearts and kind faces

Are betrayed by those they once loved.

Did it ever cross your mind—

Why with you, it was?

And with them, it did not yield?

The twin of abuse

Is the face of oppression.

The curse of Race

Is the bank of Emancipation.

To know is to Free Oneself.

Douglas S. Dubois

04.14.2025 11:11

JEREMESIS

To the Obsessive Psychopath

Who Has Spread Such Sweet Gossip

About Me In Your Community: Hha!

From The Political Corners of the District

To The Vast Parties of The Big Apple

In Your Eerie Planes Of Philadelphia

To Your Shanty Skew in Baltimore,

Where I Bolt-no-More: Hha Hha!!

I Never Need Defend Myself

You've Done The Ground Work

An Audience So Vast You've Curved

A Crowd So Large I'm Fully Armed

They're Hungry To Eat

And Feed Them I Shall!

Now I'll Let Them Heed.

Your Steered The Ship

But I've Always Had The Wheel.

And As You Thought

When You Stirred The Sheep:

Know The Flock Now Know

I Forever Hold The Will.

They Dance About Me

In The Crowning Of Kings

You Christened My Coronation

I Reign Bold Like Hussein Bolt.

Your Vestiture Is Wrinkled

Out With Your Witchy Games.

I'll Repeat As I Said Before

That As I Count To Four

I've Read Your Script And Know.

Play Back At Him

What He Knows To Be True

Bug His Mind

Fuel His Fear

Faint a Painted Food of Lies -

He'll Lay Perturbed,

Forget He's Ptah

And Curve His Own Mind

Down A Path

To Destructionville A Far!

Hahaaaa!! Alark That Failed!

How So Clever For A Fool

You Evil Wench A Drool.

Jenemesis, You Dracula

Spirit of Ghastly Score.

Scorned By Heavenly Snore.

I Gather Mother Called You Serpent Son,

The Mississippi Won't Cleanse Enough

The Wrath That's Yet To Pour

Upon Thee As Those Amid Your Plot!

Cursed Are They That Dine(d)

For They Too Died At Your Table

Pity I Them,

That Cherished In Your Malevolence

Only Jolie Wore It So Well

On Your Death & Demise

Are The Crowns Your Curved.

Upon Loss Of Self

He'll Lose His Mind

Summon The Ancients

And Spirit Not Known To Man!

Oh Yes, He Loves The Gods!

Spiritual, He'll Call It Karma

Hha Hha Hha!!!

How They Laughed-

Quite Clever, Your Tactile Sow

But You Never Saw

The Sound of The Sun.

I Have.

Your Sharp Ends Grew Rusty Real Fast

Your Evil Eye Mongers

Filled In Lost Timelines

And Right Back At Them,

Your Black Magic Flooded

And Like Delilah,

The Witch To Her Own Curse.

Hha Hha Hha Hha....

Now Who Laughs

No Love Portion

No Hamlet A Dungeon.

I Find, That Once My Query Of Pain

Now My Liberation

In This Your Sordid Timeline.

And For Your Wretched Partners In Crime

Alas But Thanks Is All I Have

For Thou Art Made Celebrity

My Voice

From Your Crevices of Malicious Intent.

Douglas S. Dubois

02.18.2025

MY BIG BLACK HANDS

These Big Black Hands
Are so many Things;
No more bound by Strings
No longer wearing Rings.
Tender with Touch
Brown Eggs they Hatch
Early to Lunch
Tough to the Crunch.
So Heavy with Work
Built Brave like the Arc
Sowing generations of Luck
That which you cannot Attack.
African to the Core
Not good with any Chore
For my brain does the Chores
So These Hands can craft Forward.
Texture so Rough
Tingly when I Laugh
Itchy with Wealth
A facet of my Health.

BUT Violent They are NOT!!
Vile and Danger they REVOLT
Curve not your wretched Fault
For these hands in Freedom

Are my Vault.
Douglas S. Dubois

06.02.2024 11:11

REBORN

I’ve been dug out of the pits of hell.
Thrust out of bondage

Into peaceful array.
Shaken but not broken,
Darkened, but in colorful Baray.
Spirit still intact.
Mine own value steady to reenact.
Scooped out of Evil Lion’s Den,

Like Daniel;
Nestled among Kings, like David.
Birthed on a day in April
Bathed in the Eclipse of the 8th
Risen with the Christ on the 10th
Riding Chariots of Fire,

A Flame -
Ablaze…

Peace of Mind for my Birth-date

Never have I Ever been Happier to date.
Walking through a bloody battle field
Yet,

Still emerging Victor on the other side,
Saved.
Unharmed.
Unscathed.
My assailant

Shall reap that which they sowed
And into those pits of pain
Where they paved my destruction
Where they’d dug my end,
There - shalt they fall.

I’ve been Reborn.

Douglas S. Dubois

04.12.2024

BLACKNESS IS GODLINESS

Light, cast against the glow of my skin
Beams in the flair,

Off my sheen so fair.
Light, like that

Chocolate liquor you drink
Lick me,

And don’t stop to think!
I’m endless.
I’m Royal Darkness.
Ink so thick,

My stain; a priceless tint.
Life-Like,

My follicles heal with every stretch.
Ageless, timeless…
The quiet envy of -

What else prevails in contrast?

Blackness.
That melanin needs her food
Breathe it.

Bask in it.

Bathe it.
The source is the sun
Graze and have your fun
And forever be black,

You’re a god.

Knighted, like brightly shimmering armor
Curved of Gold in this very hour.
Revered,

Black as Gold
We are and have always been gods.
We’re bounty unbeknownst to most
Lost in spaces of tales untold.
To be such ebony is most Sacred.
Melanin, no gift to the wretched.
So sink your pallets,

Paint you a darkness.
Sow your seed,

Birth you some blackness.
We are life and nature,

Ripened as realness.

Dark, like layered shades

Of burnt Mutuba tree
Stretching; the ageless

Bounty of God in three.
Drilled into the grain of creation
Summoned among worlds of nations
Diversely made, such incredible tones
Generations transcending time zones.
Follicles of renaissance so clear
Lucid blacks and browns

Yet so rare,
Steadfastly fair in fleeting air
And every bit human like your hair.
Awakened in glory
Worshipped and yet thought gory.
Curved in honor
Adored and still drenched in horror.
But We Are Gods, born not of fury
So find yourself, Black is luxury
Melanin forever sustains our glory.

Enjoy it.

Believe it.

Breathe it.

Be it.

Bathe in it.

Sinking not, you’re the deepest allure
Be Tender, drip to point of sure,
Reek a deliriously tasty

Chocolate caramel shelf
Out of you springs all life,

You’re the chef.
Even when we gray on a cold day
To humanity we still torch the way.
Syncing. Teaching.

Treating. Healing.
Brewing. Being.

Becoming. Belonging.

Believing. Bestowing…
Life where life has none
Beauty where evil prevails
Music to celebrate our reigns
Glory forever remains our place.

A reminder -

To those in doubt of their greatness.

Douglas S. Dubois

07.15.2018

FREEDOM SMELLS LIKE MINT

This Juneteenth
I’m Boiling Mint
Eating My Own Heart
Basking in the Red Sun.

My Excreta Smells Like Mint.
For I NoLonger Eat Meat.
It’s sore.
Reminds me of how we Met.

What I Expel is Bounty Now
It Values Much Higher Than Your Heart.
As I Bask And Wine on Mint
I Eat With My Heart.
My Heart is Full.
For I’m NoLonger A Fool.

I Celebrate Mine Own Emancipation
From Chains that once had me Bound
From Pains that nearly broke my Band.
Now, I hold my Own Hand.

And

Never Shall I Ever
Shrink My Light For No Slaver
Never Will I Ever
Relegate My Heart for a Lover.

you’ll Never Ever, Have Right
Not On Any Day Nor Night
Over My BLACK Body.

I’m A Knight.

On This - My Ebony Crown
you Have No Claim
While you’ll Forever Long For it
Longing Is All

Your Table’ll Have to Eat.
Not Even My Minty Excreta -
Creation Marked This Claim
Karma Finds you That Lame.

Across My Destiny you’ll Never Have Aim
For My Mushy Crimson Heart
Has Been Cleansed From Hurt.
Poured into the Mess of Heat
Lit Ablaze and Hit
Glazed and Leased…
I’m Now Only The Divine’s.
They Are Mine As I Theirs.

My Vessel of Beauty Gives Life
He’ll Not Again Dip
Into That Ugly Well of Lies.
My Wells Are Abust With Color
My Existence Is Assured Allure.
My Will you’ll Not Again Abuse
My Body you Won’t Gain For Use
I Was Never yours to Use Nor Abuse.

At Will
Shall I Dispense
Of Gifts That I Sprout
At My Own Expense.
From My River Of Life
And Its Seasoning Of Light
Brew A Garments Of Heights.
I’m That Priceless Art
I Do Not Weigh With Heavy Hearts.
Only A Select,
Born Of The Divine
Rich In Spirit And In Mind
Shall Of My Light Partake.
I Know My Worth
you - NOR your kind…
Have Ever Deserved!

Douglas S. Dubois

06.19.2025 3:33

TO GOODBYES AND MEN THAT CAN'T WAIT!

Devant Toi

If Earth could decimate into a billion Tears,

She’d carry a river of my pain to you.

If your skin ever broke out

From teenage acne

You would feel the ache

Sour as blistering puss.

Impasse,

The Taste of your words

Gall across my tongue,

Whet as a Knights’ Spear

Prickly,

They grind my teeth with despair.

Yet still, I choose to care

While from a distance you tear

That which only you chose to steer clear.

Your mobile -

So handy, yet so heavy.

Did you try with vigor?

Call once, thrice or Never?

But you claim - to care!?

Steal air. Breathe steel,

Or be not fair

Still, I’ll remain fair.

Fare wind as Feather

Are fleeting affections of men

So mere.

That with this choice -

Prove yourself you - not rare.

If words are keen,

Have them have you comprehend

How shape your words don’t spare.

Alas, none of mine words compare

Yet here, shall I repair

Steering clear,

For there’s a Fort, fast as fate

Freed but frail,

Grail as your nail.

Remain furious

Or if ever your heart a Fiery

Fight Furiously.

The cost of my heart

Is one

Only for those who but

Many a Lifetime hold

Time not in one place.

Adieu

J'attendrai à une table

Une fois que tu auras surmonté ta consternation.

Douglas S. Dubois

04.01.2025

REFLECTION

I left the door open

I peered through...

The lack of grit

The gall of goose

Discomfort in their lies

They thought I was damn

And graced their desires

Over a lifetime of curse and cringe.

They lied to my face

When I cracked door open for truth

I gave lee way,

But was struck on the Highway

Curved cruel with deceit.

Put a pill in my drink,

I see right through your heart.

Evil, is your breast plate.

You’re sinner at heart,

Baptism won’t heal your soul

You're made of reeking sole.

You haven’t quite done the work.

The desires of your flesh,

Too strong for you to bear,

You haven’t quite healed.

So I look you in the face,

While the recorder plays your shame.

Both could simply have said the word

And my forever graceful heart

Would mold a path ahead

So they dine,

But no,

Betrayal they chose!

And grindr, each other’s laps.

Humans!!

Caught in desperation

Confused for lust

They miss their own fortune

Foolish,

One grown in guise of games

The other,

So lame, so crude.

Neither born of respect

They're a spec of heresy among men!

I am only for the refined.

3000 Year Old Wine.

As they chose

To re-enact betrayal from my past

To awaken trauma from lives I've left behind

To drop a seed of harm

In a single pill of treachery

They crested a crane

Over their own cane.

Now whip them Holy Spirit

Let them bleed Holy Ghost

From Stripes that once were mine!

Don’t I make them look good?

Quite the lame excuse

So they could flaunt and lie

To my face

Like I'm a Child unable to spot

The Despotic as he flaunts.

How one reeks

Of stench and shit

A below just ran through his gut

I think I'll stay away from Pork

I might have shared my bed

With a pig.

"How now?"

He reeks!!

They’d shield in each other’s embrace

While I lay in my bed,

Knocked out on pills I did not take

Remind me

Never to leave my drink open

While I sit among wolves.

I often forget

I once used to trust

But these winds of pain

Have opened new sores

And now I'm sore.

Why and how

Humans lose my trust, again!

John 3:16 was only yesteryear,

Lessons they've not learned...

The wench had wanted

To drive the old man to his place

He could have him anyway,

I care not for crust

A New York Pizza

Won't always be best

It's all been deceased,

I'll remain in DC.

I do not feel safe around you!

You put a sleeping pill in my drink.

Reflection,

I think

He recorded my conversation too

He's always been a snitch!

03.09.2025

THIS BLACK MAN

A little Sunlight goes a long way,
But #blackmen are simply divine.
Read - This Black Man...

This Black Man is SIMPLY DIVINE
He rocks and charms, he’s MINE
I’ve know him since I was NINE
And he knows as I, He's THINE.

Take off sometime

Refresh your mind.
Love on you,

Go first for self - you’re Divine.
We all need that!

It’s 2020.
So when Vision fails,

Aspire past 2020.
Douglas S. Dubois

09.10.2020

OF THE TRUE VINE

The enemy has no ears
When I speak he fears
It/They cannot hear
That which I revere.
I stand steadfast here
For fear, he remains there -
For I am of the Lord.
I walk in peace on this Road
Even when it all seems odd,
I’m protected by God.
I am of the true Vine
Plucked with love by the Divine.
Sweat not God is Thine
My branch is part of which He’s Mine.

Douglas S. Dubois

11.18.2024 1:38pm

FOR I CARE

Take Care of those who care,

They might be the only one

Who’ll hold your hair

Head in the toilet sink

Pouring out your air

Guts in a non crunchy affair

Misery as you pour

Out your heart in prayer.

Chelsea, like the Sea of Love

Fills my days with mellow flair

King with a false hand that gives

Making sure I never go stale

Dubois, with a soul so fair

Ensures I love with all my hair.

So I take Care

That I do Tear

Without a Tear

From things I did Tire

Rolling on my own Tyre.

Of those around me,

I know too truly to care,

I choose them softly

Lightly,

And Wisely.

I no longer trade my heart

That's not fair.

I nearly lost my voice once

Now I fight Fierce

Force is the Physics of Fates.

Do not spend your days

In my fine fare,

If fun is your bus fare,

Good bye, fun find there -

If you’ll not suffice my cold air.

I love as quickly as I dismiss

That which is not demure

And with the wind,

Your dirty cold air.

Douglas S. Dubois

10.31.2024

WHEN IT HURTS

Yes I am a romantic...

I want a love that burns

Burns,

Like the hub at my chest

Is a chastity bow.

Thy Will crumbles to ashes

If my arms do not hold you

And my day to darkness

If my heart no longer skips

For the missing of you!

I want the melting butter pot

Gliding off my beautiful dark skin

Like your caramel, clear, light

I want to smile at the sky

Looking at absolutely nothing

Because my mind is filled

With thoughts of nothing but you!

I want my heart

To literally skip a beat

I need not feel

For every micro second we spend

My heart beats at a million flash speed

I long for a love that’s real

A love like that!

Coz I think with you-

I've forgotten how to feel.

I'm now trying to heal...

You left behind quite a hill,

No one else is able to catch my heel.

I did not understand love

And the true meaning of a soul mate

Until I saw the fire burn in your eyes

My spirit drawn to you in a micro-schesm

Of emotional eruption

And there you followed me

To the stellar foundation

Of what could have been a love jungle

Yet there I was

Not ready to date

I know I missed that moment

More like - You missed the moment,

I still see you in my dreams

I think of you

Whenever my heart brims for true love

And how I have prayed

That God guides you back my way

Because with you,

I know it’ll forever be sincere

I want a love that burns like fire

To long to be with no one else

If that one is not you

That’s true love.

I know that love...

Right, My Love?

That’s what it should feel like -

Devoted and true

Kind

Gentle

Tried and true.

He was tired and untrue

I cannot sit in that fleet

My nose does not smell any feet.

I need not worry about your where abouts Because I know

My heart is where you are

And yours, I carry every step of the way

I know what love feels like

And I haven’t felt that love

In a long while,

All the while

He basked in crumbs

That'll neve have my aim.

He's lame!

I haven’t been in love

With the one I have been with - me

Because they did not value

The love I had to share

Now my virtue I rate - for me

I am a hopeful romantic

Because now I know,

I am certain

Of the love I want and need.

And if you too cross the ledge

It won't be my leg you'd have to chase.

The love that belongs to me

Is a love of wonder

It does not come from a dollar

It's immeasurable unconditionally eternal.

It may not even be you!

Douglas S. Dubois

2025

KISS YOU GOODBYE

Last image in the daylight of 2020.
I’m kissing my past goodbye,
Ready to make love to the New
A few hours into 2021.
See you all in the Next

🎆✊🏿👏🏿👏🏿👏🏿👌🏿
But if it should Vex
Be not displeased,
For to Live is to Flex
Life is all but what’s Next.
I AM Royal,

I AM True,

I AM Divine,

I AM the Only One.

Douglas S. Dubois

01.01.2021