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Mekael Shane Jan 2014
In my mind, I raced against time
I smoked peyote with the Apache
I chased Kangaroos
Through the bush with the Aborigine
All the while
...I searched for the power within me

In my mind, I outpaced time
I drew cave art with the Neanderthal
I climbed to the top of the mountain with the Sherpa
I hunted seal out on the frozen tundra with the Inuit
All the while
...I searched for the power within me

In my mind, I eclipsed time
I wrote poetry while under the tutelage of Langston Hughes
And I created visual greatness while apprentice to Gordon Parks
I even stood on the wall with Che' Guevara, like a Sentry standing watch
All the while
...I continued searching for the power within me

In my mind, I turned to face time
I wrote an addendum to the Emancipation Proclamation
And I saw the ugly truths
Of freedom's farcical Declaration
All the while
...I continued searching for the power within me

In my mind, I embraced time
I sought to free my nation from the pandemic perils of *******
And I prayed that we Americans would be free of
The snares of racial and economic divide that still has us chained
I did this while searching for truth, in this, our most tenuous hour
...then empyreally, God reached for me, touching me, and I finally found my power

* Reprinted from 'Exegesis a Decade of Poetry by Mekael'
© July 14, 2009 by Mekael Shane
Mekael Shane Jan 2014
Lovely is she
Who came
And rescued me

She courageously
Showed me her heart
It, with its tracery of scars

And though the hurt she bears is profound
It has never stopped her
From looking to the stars

* Reprinted from 'Love Letters the Select Collection by Mekael'
© July 29, 2009 by Mekael Shane
Mekael Shane Jan 2014
Souls sold for
Antiquated crude
As bitter enemies crossed over
Frozen tundra and vast deserts to duel

Quietly does the Dark Wraith of death
Sweep across the blood soaked terrain
And the Angel of Mercy does the like
To ease our fallen soldiers' pains

America's nefarious war in Iraq has been for naught
Many young lives were
Recklessly packaged for this reckoning
Packaged, parceled, and bought

I've often wondered
If the dead would
Protest against the government's lies
If they could

So many lives extinguished on both sides
They breathe no more
Doomed to the cold cauldrons of their eternal sepulchers
By the wicked Gods of war

* Reprinted from 'Exegesis a Decade of Poetry by Mekael'
© July 14, 2009 by Mekael Shane
Mekael Shane Jan 2014
Perhaps
One day
My son will ask
'Dad, why do you climb? '

Smiling
I'll reply
I climb
So you can fly

* Reprinted from 'Simian Soul Poems by Mekael'
© July 21, 2010 by Mekael Shane
Mekael Shane Jan 2014
Dawn and I dawn my caftan
With pen in hand
I close my eyes
And start crafting

I put on my djellabah
Which begets my lojong
...and soon
I begin to float

Like paint, ink blankets
The sheets of my Bengali jute
...and soon
I begin to coast

In this moment
I exist happily
Outside of all I know
About me
* Reprinted from 'My Hajj A Collection of Poems by Mekael'
© September 16, 2011 by Mekael Shane
Mekael Shane Jan 2014
We float
Through purple-velvet skies
Out where black holes are born
And the Milky Way lies

We fly
Through purple-hazed skies
Out where nebulae fade
And an apricot sun spies

We coast
Through purple-blue skies
Out where the platinum moon sits
And supernovas explode as we sail by

* Reprinted from 'Love Letters the Select Collection by Mekael'
© July 29,2009 by Mekael

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