But the muse of my poems will lighten up issues,
And like the church bells around you to remind you of the time.
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I am with you my love,
So come and enjoy the status of my glory and my peace;Because you first loved me! !
Hatred is the main cause of death and,
But, i am living in Africa where the sun shines and,I want to reach out to the whole world with my muse.Not only in my hometown but,Beyond the peoples of the world;Not only with my own people but,Also to expose the true love of the Sunshine in Africa;For, in this life, many are called but…
An estimate of 14 million African Slaves were shipped out!
But my love to you is deeper than the ocean!And history is all around us and you are Morton my love,But i do love you like death itself.Extinguish your natural love to me,For without you i am nobody;And let the light teach us all,For the fiddle of a change is around us.A facetious act,And of…
Oh, i never send it there! !
And like the muse of your love,But it is time for me to say, bye-bye!
Drink by the dictates of the society,
For everyone is very special in thier own ways.Of you and your book,Of you and your poems,Of you and your love,Of you and your body,Of your and your plans,Of you and your acts,Of your and your ego,But it is time for a simple language on this love;Because, i am the one for you!Out of two…
Your own eyes will see me and you will love me,
And, i will perform your request.
hands disappearing
into hands…
we leaves the sites
of graves untended,
walking towards life,
with both grief and joy!
the smoke still lingers,
and the smell of wet ashes.
but we are more,
we choose to be more!
faces long lost
gather purpose, and names,
as blood becomes,
our peace and our striving!
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you got Judas feet,
you swallow the lie,hesitation quivers….all the cards laid out,smoke fills the air.burn down the house,if you can if you dare.true hearts pawnedfor a drink and a smoke.till the naked are leftangry and broke.putting years in the meter,a nickel, a dime…lovers are fools,destiny, and rhyme.still beneath the heat,the curse, and the hiss…your lover, and your friend…betrayed…
‘always going, never arriving.’
for a while.and i think there’s another step!the bare limbed tree in winter,frozen branches, no signof life.and yet beneath the surface,life is forming, having been lost,begins again!perfect stillness.no need for going,or arriving … you’realready there!all that is lifeis present.what you seek foryou already are!take off your shoes,lay down your pack,and embrace each breath.the tides come…
i had a long conversation with god…
i looked up to see the setting sun,embracing the mountains and the trees.and somehow i knew…there’s a bowl for every hunger.and night itself is a blanket,even the moon kisses good night.what i dont know is not important,what i am wears no mask.and the sound of the wind in the trees,answers what i dont know to…
hands seem to grow
the maps neath the eyesgo from destiny to love.love that had no horse,but worked a mule.and kingdoms only thus,manure, and sweat.your body perfume,rust of a moth’s wings…hymnals made of dust,simple words, bent nails.love’s sap driedon your thighs and lips.no names, no images,just small hands seeking touch!
Jesus never had a church,
never wanted holy monumentsto be built in His honor.was not interested in donationsthat ease the load of sin…never wanted to be fought over,or for wars to be foughtin His name…He was a complete human being,His every breath spiritual.He tossed the moneychangersout of the temple,and stood up to the religiouspride of the Pharisees.the people He walked…
the only identity i have
is in the eyes… of smallchildren, hungry and orphaned,their families lostto wars, earthquakes, floods,disease, poverty…children of different colors,nationalities, faiths…children without names.i am their father, their mother,their sister, their brother…i am the answer to their hunger,i am its cause.i am their hunger!i have no name.
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merely skin tints!
Americans, and Middle
Eastern people,
worship…
not different gods,
but different understandings
of the same god!
and common people,
all around the world,
have worked too long,
for too little,
are tired of being numbers,
numbers without faces!
tired on being enslaved,
being treated as possessions….
for they have faces!
faces with hearts,
hearts with spirits,
spirits made of flesh!
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rigpa…
each breath released….not clinging,nor grasping, no tiny deaths!letting go of…creating by returning,life seamless,not confined to flesh and bone!
the only man
on a pathway ofpure stone,is a man of peace.his feet bleeding,with the pulsing bloodof all those oppressed!
a child,
came to me, and asked,‘sir, what is revolution? ‘i thought about it for a moment,and sitting him on my knee, replied,‘you know when you’re outside,running and playing in the sun,and you get too hot…and you go down to the creekand get a drink of water?and you stand there enjoyingthe shade of the trees,and the coolness…
who did we kill today…
by our thoughts, by our desires?whose bread did we eat?whose shelter did we take?whose hope did we stealby not caring?
where do we go from here?
that oppress and drive without conscience.we’ve been fed for years on a steady dietof lies, of half truths, of illusions.and now the walls of the false kingdomhave come tumbling down…we have been driven by fear to participatein their unholy wars… by misguided imagesof patriotism… by a graven image of what’sright and wring…and we’re not buying…
i never understood…
to be the ‘in’ thing,to be cool, to be hip,never understood the needfor fame…never waited to be pattedon the back,never wanted to be followed…i am what i am!nothing more, nothing less.a common man,with a common heart,a common soul,and common hard working hands.i can honestly saythat i have lived,i have loved,i have given pastthe point of…