Something

Something within me churns with constant haste just now. It is the need to express. It is the desire to create. It is the capacity to give. It is the yearning for love. It is the response felt when someone smiles upon me . It is the aching of my soul when my eyes encounter a beautiful face.

Something kneads on the mass of my motor muscle in magical midnight moments. It fills me with questions that have no single answer. It tears and divides me into the parts of myself that are at odds with each other.

Somehow amongst this active adoration I come to the empty canvas with a color full bag of dreams and surely toss the lot upon the fabric of life and...behold!

Trance Dance

Come upon this circumstance
Given only once to prance
Up inside a moving phrase
Still repose in dazle daze
Outward feelings left to energize
Knowing less than other wise
Times to be like none before
Simple journeys shore to shore
Spinning round to cover all
Wrapped up tight in memory's shawl
Often beats a heart like drum
In early rhythms mouth to thumb
Clearly marked is chance so rare
Those who dance rise one with air
Of such a relished hour as this
Is all myself in blooming bliss
Got up too late to write this daown
All that's left is welcome sound

Ready to be Shared

Ever one for caution’s way
I toss the grains of time this day
In hope that they return to play
Touched gently by your enduring sway…

The passion of this creative tide
Swell the shores on which we abide
Such treasures once given we cannot hide
Beauty born yet remains inside…

Ready to be shared with the world!

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New Consciousness Rap II

The road to misshapen identity
Blankets the being inside of me
Spirals toward implosion speedily
Unnerving a self I had not meant to be

Wonderment in all pursuits
Amazingness from stems to flutes
The days behind were stubborn brutes
Bewitchingly conveyed in awesome truths

The challenge of life lies before thee
To confront the mounting inadequacy
When diving deeply in tout de la vie
Freedom negates complacency

Each wayward step reveals a path
For that which is, is not what hath
Been offered up to smoldering wrath
Prepared in cleansing mental bath

Take all the past obscurity
Crash head first into indemnity
Prod social negligence determinedly
Waste no time believing in what you see

Been where sky lay underfoot
Water flowed from flame and soot
Wind restored what was kaput
Upon the brow a brand was put

Open wide the gleaning eye
Revel well in all you spy
Forget the pull of you and I
Release all fear wherein we die

Loving the Man

How can it be
that there is a “we”
that love can infuse all the life that we see
that options allow for us to be free
to live for and give to others totally.
Success is at hand
fortune kisses the brow
vital energy rushes
deep within us just now.
There’s little guessing on plan or intent
Our purpose for being
is clear- to prevent
in our own way
the absence of love
to nurture and multiply
Ours gifts from above.
We’ll love hard like Jesus
In spite of it (them) all
We’ll live for the future
by answering His call.

Ode to the Black Man’s Beauty part 4

A touch, a look, a passing gesture done and then dismissed
A word in conversation, a cheek that’s just been kissed
The memory of a father, the time spent with a friend
The closeness of a lover’s touch in magic hours without end
All these glimpses and expressions of such a beauty, what a joy!
It abounds every passing minute in each man and in each boy
It is the powerful beauty of Black Men
Let’s take a moment and begin again…

Ode to the Black Man’s Beauty part 3

Beautiful shades of brown everywhere
So many varieties that tug and dare
All eyes to turn, to look, to stare
Upon the promise of heaven lurking there
Weak of heart be warned beware
Realize that all is fair in love. Know then
That with a glance a dance begins
Take that chance perhaps to win
Some recognition of comradery or the end
Of solitude in mediocrity as found in
The truthful honest simple beauty of Black Men

Ode to the Black Man’s Beauty part 2

The Black Man’s beauty nestles snuggly in his soul
Ever within reach, ever out control
Brought to life by love all around
It is boundless, unbridled and gleams like a crown

The Black Man’s beauty croons a haunting lament
Ever fusing and adapting with ageless intent
By living in truth and in being himself
He holds fast to wisdom, he gains in wealth

The Black Man’s beauty garners prize after prize
Ever buoyed by the passion clearly glowing in his eyes
Born to indifference and utopian dreams
He is always more, never less than he seems

The Black Man’s beauty can be worn in every style
Ever warming forever unfolding over time or just for a while
Be it youthful exuberance or aged experience of bliss
It is God smiling at us through beauty such as this

Ode to the Black Man’s Beauty part 1

On the street, on the corner, on the block
On the court, on a stage, on the clock
In a pack, in a cell, in a daze
In transition, in the office, in a maze
At the club, at attention, at home
At school, at rest, all alone
Upon arrival, after work, above the law
Under suspicion, in the mix, in the raw
Taking chances, working out, out of control
Up to no good, on the down low, getting old…

Here is and ode to the beauty of Black Men
Found in every part of graciousness and sin
Let us marvel in the richness of colored skin
Upon completion we’ll then celebrate again

Admonitions

Arrive in peace
Dwell in love
Harbor compassion
Within without above
Consider options
Know life at its best
Hold fast to a vision
Against any test
Go over and under
Weigh round and about
Develop intention
Dispel any doubt
Revel in freedom
Extend every hand
Shoulder this mantle
Each of us must demand