Professor Darius Frasure is a highly sought after poet and creative life coach. He holds degrees from Paul Quinn College, Luther Rice Seminary, and National University. His work revolves around partnerships with literary arts and education organizations, which impact the state of Texas and the U.S. His poetry appears in many literary journals and select readings are on youtube. He has one spoken word album, Spoken Pieces (2010), and two collections of poetry: stained glass medusa (2015), and of stone and rope (2019).

Contact and booking: www.dariusfrasure.com

 

 

 

the cost of sanity

her mind is a house of cards

built fragile 

 

because connection costs

and she is paper-thin

too shallow to pass-through

wading in the winds of change

like a grocery bag in a store parking lot

 

kicked along tumbleweed

forced to feed on what she cannot see

bowing to need

and want

and empty

 

the cup never filling

 

but ecstasy overflowing

love’s overgrown cliche

 

tormented skeleton 

shadow of intimacy

like angels wings 

clipped and bleeding

I could never

bring myself to

realize this truth

human experience reduced to sweating 

subsurface dwelling 

silk skin strapped muscle 

laced nervous system 

harboring phantasm

my body aches for more than identity

a cosmic split of atom and Adam

fruit-induced double-conscious

good and evil

Jekyll and jasmine-scented Jezebel

consciousness deceives births betrayal-leaves 

taste of flesh cold and stale

I bit into her  and lost all feeling of me

and hope of being

and the lies I tell myself are barbed wire fencing 

enveloping this asylum of guilt and fear

so I soak my wooden liver in alcohol and hope 

this fire will purify my gut from seared mind

release the smoked stain of her from my nostrils

flared flowing satin 

sanity is miles per inch of silence

catching the wind

an open mind

gets dusty

                         that’s what the books say

                         through jagged teeth

 

tossed on the floor

in no particular order

                         leaves fall from

                        branches dried stiff

 

the tree of knowledge

rootless ruthless

                         meditation makes men

                         mirrors of dust and ash

 

lead stained footprints

mark each page

                        leaving impressions

                       of blood-colored mud

 

experience and intellect

by-product of seeking

                  but never attaining

                  the light