Welcome Sound

Come upon this circumstance
Given only once to prance
Up inside a moving phrase
Still repose in dazzle daze
Outward feelings left to energize
Knowing less than other wise
Times to be like non before
Simple journeys shore to shore
Moving 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
Find all my self in blooming bliss
Got up too late to write this down
All that's left is welcome sound

Pride In My City

Pride has always been a word that I've had difficulty in internalizing since moving to NYC and experiencing the sometimes overbearing festivities of the yearly celebrations of the gay community each year. Granted, there is a true divide between the white and non-white camps when it comes to partying and being open and out, yet I have been a willing participant in activities of merit in each.
August 2006 finds me joyfully working with POCC's Pride in the City www.prideinthecity.com. Everywhere in NYC are the signs of the "official" Black Pride events for 2006. If you haven't been to any of the myrid choices in which to participate, then you must get OUT and go. The opportunity to FRATernize and commune with others in the family that is Black Gay NYC could not now be better or more profound. The artistic voices that are our own are rare, rich, powerful, and overwhelmingly beautiful.
At just one event, the Black Out Art Series, I was priviliged to experience the voices and visions of some of my brothers and sisters which influecned me deeply and added to the texture of my life. I've come to realize with this one evening of performance and presentation that I am not only proud to be an artist and black and gay, but I have a unique responsibility to be all these things to the best of my ability. The mere act of conversation takes on added demension when surrounded by and engaged with others who have come together openly. I have a heaven blessed chance to share in the works, wishes, hopes, dreams and accomplishments of my brothers and sisters by just stepping outside my door and that is a gift I won't turn or walk away from.
Power to the people! Power to the pride!

Day of Birth

Birthdays are moments of reflection
Time for fun and inspection
As days go by
Memories fester and fly
Yet beauty remains my protection

T is the place to B

New York is the epicenter of fun. A wonderfly fantastic place to have summer fun is a dance party called T. It's held every Sunday from 4 to midnight. The music is in the tradition of classic house but has a more modern spin. It's at a place called the Ace of Clubs on Great Jones (3rd) St between Broadway and Lafyette. The Club is downstairs beneath a very good restaurant/bar called ACME. Check it out! Especially if you love to dance for more than just a couple of songs. T is for "totally terriffic!"

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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diva eva

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…