Black is not one color
                           but all of 'em in one

Black is not a face nor a person,
Not a baller nor ***...

it is the period when this sentence is done .

Maybe black is the ooze
that drowns sea and fish

or is it that ***** young’n
all hungry with wish

Black is certain as black is your eye
when you're fighting just to prove your right
(or keep one's hopes alive)

Oh yes, black is what makes the stars shine bright
while under it--knocking boots aside...
no matter what, love is also made
in the darkest of nights...

So why would somebody
as golden as me
care about one crayon
or a stripe of a bee?

Because if nothing is wrong
then our skin shouldn't be
or much worse  --whipped til it bleed...

There is nothing more to say,
but let each embrace teach you

Question all history, but now just do you

as long as eyes can take a look
know your neighbor, hug that crook
experience and love is not from a book.

Surely I'll sit next to you
since we ride the same ****** bus,
do you get to know my color
or speak to living dust?

Black may be just a word
that fear blinds from trust.

black is beauty under the sun,
til time is rust, til gone is done...

So speak truly and just Be free
Lov’in the same as all of us
Cherish our Blue her greenest trees
Since we do ride that same ole bus...

No words need screams or fistful hate
Cuz Black was Moonwalking
All up to the Pearly Gates,
where the boogie cannot wait...

and the blind finally wake.

1/20/2020 MLK day

And I wonder if Dr. King would be proud of Jay-Z --in 2019 became the first African American billionaire? (Oprah not that far behind) while millions more in the populace still work for minimum wage, even white Americans. All ethnicities in our "melting ***" it seems.

What is witnessed on TV is all illusion, political propaganda of American wealth. We're kept in line with lies and promises by corrupt leaders, as the country and it's house on the Hill divides.
We watch them celebrate their picture-perfect lives, millionaires paid by our taxing, happier than we (the people) who fight their wars. Even afterward, the wars here against inequality.

None care to share the wealth, to better lives, not even our education; information's omissions, as the News talks down at us, redirecting our attention to *** changed Kardashians. And most who're stupid believe it, or could care less.

So what now? Who's left to save us, to make things right? When even the righteous churches choose their parties, their money's in no short supply. Profiting off of nature, fracking old fossils fueled by greed, getting richer (even now from legalization of our highs) as the planet dies.

It's MLK Day  and I'm asking why --aren't we free at last?
(And I'm not even black).

The Pacific's heart
Depths down Mariana's Trench:
Life alights the dark.

As I wait for the Deuce on Decatur
As the midnight hour grows later,
A young man walks on by
Says hi and not goodbye,

I recognize that look
He must be new to the Losing game
Like he’s been up wide awake
For a few nights, couple of days

Now roaming the city
Like a coyote in the dark
I’m familiar with that look
There must be sorrow in his heart

Though he had feigned a smile
His face seemed drained
His thoughts miles away
Coming down from being high?

I know what it took, that look
I recognize the hopelessness
Now wandering the darknesses
The shame of being forsook

I wonder what wrongs he’s made
When his spirit took a turn
With so many streets to learn their names
How that loss of will must burn

A passerby perhaps a runaway
It seems he's running from only himself
A young coyote wide awake
A ghost in a shell of his own hell.

A soul whose low or lost will roam
In search of light and warmth of home
Go heal your heart, or find your door,
I recognize that look, I know,
Been there before…

A passerby walking by.

Jonesy punctures black
points in caves, great mother weeps
wells of poison rain.

A good man
Of godliness, not god fearing,
But All loving
Is full of understanding

Empty hands with all the world to hold...

A good individual
Is open minded
But not ignorant
Like those who look to save
Their own peace of mind
By saving us unfortunates
By speaking for sublime...

A decent person
Has smarts whether street or book
Collegiate or crook
A survivor does not prey

And a good man
A man of godliness
Owns and knows himself
No guns
Nor hatred
Respects Life
Even now when the fittest
And newest to this breadth
Keep
Mindful
Considerate
Still unconditionally
Sacrificing self
For all
Thee

Because that’s what it means
To cherish creation
Even now
When we are howling
And snarling
Gnashing and snapping
With the bare light of the moon

Even we are turned into rats
Running mazes
Piper’d over the cliff
It’s something else
What darkness does
Our eyes must open
If nothing else see
Yourself
More than just being
Human
All dreams A man
We’re— breathing—fire
Yet
Healing
water...
Of Life
(Les Miserables)

We are more
We are meaning
not just
Words
We are energy in form
In this darkness
Beasts of ****** are
Heavy, down on all fours
(No good on dance floors)

Such Animals
Our own husks
Are left to feed the earth

These burdens
We will alight
When we give reason
          A crown
Truth
Becoming
A weapon to cage
A law to enrage
Our very song

A good man
Makes right
Of life
All wrongs
No sides in a circle...

Closer now, to the concrete,
Closer to the day I’ll be thrown out, on the street
Closer to the company of indigent creeps

Closer now, to the lord I must pray
Not today oh please not today
So close to self defeat, my thinning belief
Malnourished within retreats

Losing my mind, my will, and urge
to even eat,
Still, I carry on, bury that dread
a tiny voice so close in my ear
Fed by my self doubt & fear
Telling me I’m meant to be, belonging there
Walking in my sleep—a life of the least
Almost human, flotsam freak, jetsam weak

Closer to the ****** creeps out there
Continue to pray…
That someday the world will notice
Finally know me, see me, love me
Learn my name, in his name I’ll pray,
For my soul to keep

Closer to homelessness, I’m ashamed to speak
But for now—on a stranger’s couch I find sleep
Better than the dreaded bed
Of cold concrete streets,
It’s stench of **** and ****…

Thank goodness for today, for this,
Amen.
For a hopeless, helpless man,
Amen.


(Please God please, have pity
Shed your light on me—a nobody,
begging you, please.
I am ready.)