A heart is not yet open…

Lifted by the Sunrise,Coming from the East.Energizing throughout the day.To rest.As the comfort of deeds done…Settles you in contentment.As the Sunset in the West,Comes.To leave you pleased…With all that you’ve done!Dedicated To:Maurice D. Robertson‘Photgrapher extraordinaire.And jazz buff…To soothe the airwaves,From a DJ’s chair.(WWUH-FM, Hartford)With history of jazz artists…And more to share! ‘

And to announce,We have discovered without doubt…The origin which has produced,Such devastation!The massive pain endured and suffered,Has been pinpointed by the use of our research.And overflowing facts…Throughout this thorough investigation.We suggest you sit back.And relax.Ladies and gentlemen…The origin of this massive pain suffered by so many,And agitating generations…To enforce divisions and separations.Has been caused by…

Should have some special meaning!Something that is going to affect my stride.OR the pride I carry!Perhaps my dignity and self confidence,Is falsified?Is that what you’re thinking?You have no idea how foolish your actions are.Or the steps of the depths of my recovery!You think my life lived has been without heartbreak,And blood shed?I hope you don’t…

Sombre are the passages…Shared and quietly spoken,In emotional rituals sparkedWith tears fallingAnd gently eased!Under breezes cascading,Between tombs on lush green fields.Soft comments exchangedAs those close kneel!To pay last respects…For our sons and daughters laid to rest,Unshaded in radiant Sun!Honored are those,For a job well done!Dedication:‘I dedicated ‘Homage’ to all those who have lived their livesin…

Certain their lives were threatenedBy forces coming to undo their way of life!He labelled the ‘enemies’ with faces to implant.He encouraged them with ‘fear’!He promised victory was near.And when he was forced to remove his mask…He could no longer conceal,A disturbing expression on his face that revealed…Not only ‘shock’ but also tears,That received no ‘awe’…

Or with others condoned,Who have committed transgressions.With wide eyed disturbing belief,They begin to experience the grief…From the implementation initiated,By incredible deceit left to leave the innocent,Weeping.They will ultimately pay,For ruining these lives…By lies told to betray.And today…Not tomorrow will their sorrows start.Those in ‘professions’ confessed to transgress…Will feel the piercing for them felt deep.For unforgiveable…