the soul
what flesh and bone
of the spiritual world
let me come home
from out of the cold
let me come home

oh
lord
hear
my
heart sing
if
a kite
upon
a string

white-tailed deer
frozen in time
stretch their
long graffe necks
to smell the scent of
a winter's storm

God
fill
the sky
with
his baritone
blue eyes

once upon a time
a blind man
landed on
the battlefield of war
all he could do
was to run and
pick up his gun
to fight and die for peace
i am sure but
he could not seek
this sight no more

the king wished for
Machiavellian eyes but
he did not possess
the courage inside
in showing mercy
towards his loyal subjects
yes the evil advisor and
the royal magician
standing right by his side
all that he needed
was a sign

what moves
the
holy ghost
through
our souls
tonight
when
we are
touched by
the
ubiquitous light

Gaelic
winds of change
swing
back and forth
crescendo into the sky
for
it
is written
in
the
eyes of the storm

the
sea
buckled
our knees
as
we sailed
through
the
straits of Gibraltar
and
on
Our way to
the
sea of Galilee

you know something
my mamma was
a good
storyteller
she said
you know
them people
down in hell
want some
cold ice water
to drink
then mamma would say
boy,
don't you
tarry none
now go get
your your
daddy's gun
and bring me
my bedroom slippers boy
mamma you so crazy

destiny
passed me by
on this road
to Zanzibar
well
i tipped my hat
destiny winked an eye
then
we politely said
goodbye

the
journey of history
the
time fabric
that
binds
and
weaves
the
struggles of mankind

history
shoot
her arrows
straight through
the heart of truth but
nankind attempts
to bend the arrows of time
towards the
illusions of power and wealth

what glee
and gleam
i dream
a dream of
the crescent moon
at night
that hang from
starry sky in sight
the neon white smile of
black and purple
stripped cheshire cat
that ask
who are you
before he
fades away
with delight
on the
otherside of night

ya know somethin'
writtin' poetry
kinda makes
your mouth
water and
then
i just
wanna
take
a few
sips of
this
bootleg fire-water
johnny-white-lightning
whiskey over here
you know
down yonda
hell yeah
you know what
what i'm
talkin'
'bout
anyway
the mighty spirits
help me
rejuvenize
the equilibrium
immensly
thus in the creative
proccess of poetry writtin'
Lord help me please
cause i know
i got da right stuff
now aint dat da truth
yeah you so crazy

what hint of ghosts
that walk along
the faceless edge of
the boardwalk but
draws nearest
to the shores
as the albatross
ready themselves
for eternal flight
yet i ask the Lord
we must endure
these kites with wings
fill this holy sky again

why does
love makes
your heart flutter
like a pair of
black butterfly wings

night
is
a place
for
sharing
the stars
while
holding
their
bright hearts
but
only
when
seeking God

yes
it was
still a red kite
while
made of
paper and sting
ghost of wings but
most of all
a kite
that could sing

faith
the
ship of courage
that
hoist
her sails
up
towards
the
sea of heaven

take my body
take my sight
but
all i
have
ever wanted
is the
lasting light

the
chime of
pastel colored leaves
red blue green orange
and
some indigo
we
spiral
to
the
ground
with
lighthearted
sound of
autumn's voice

kneel down
before your God
and taste
this sweet blue rain

nobody
knows
where
the
bluebird of Tokyo
goes
to
sing
in
the
key of night
Your
wings
flutter
above
the
Breckenridge blue light

tiger moth
the soul in flight
you split the air
in shades of orange and
black tiger stripes
quietly sitting
behind the
tall thick
blades of grass
reading the braille
stars of night
dear Lord
let go your light
then bring back
my sight

love
when
i
pray for you
my tears
make the ocean blue
this
love brand new
while
i
hold on to you

when
the
green earth
be
the garment
that
i  wear
thus
when
the
red tail hawk
swings and throttles
through
the air
let
earth
be the garment
that
i wear

clouds
we
are made of
pink cotton candy
with
swirls of
breckenridge blue sky
and
rainbow sprinkles
all
around us

breckenridge sky
resonating or rendering
through your
shepard blue eyes
oh faith
how i know
you how
deep mirror of
shepard blue eyes

souls
take
their
shapes
from
the
woodwinds clouds
and
the
crosswinds
that
sweep
through
the
Serengeti plains

Happy Birthday Dear God
We know your work hard
Blow out your candlelight stars
You can do all great things
In this wonderful universe,
Of ours

Do you agree
With me
And my right
Honorable friends
That thinking
Occurs
Without blinking

Absolutely
Thinking
Without blinking,
Prohibits
Smoking and drinking
However,
Connecting and linking
Relates to
Sailing and sinking
Clearly,
Your recommendation
And ongoing
Investigation,
Permitting
The documentation
Be submitted
And approved
By the king
Of nothing
Thus, creating
Avoid
In the process
Of critical thinking

is there
a Judas
among us
the
last super
begins
with the
priceless kiss and
thirty shekels of gold

lord
a set of wings
uplift
my
spirit again
a set of hands
i
pray for
my
daily bread
but
most of all
eyes
to see
the
kingdom of God
my
holy savior
Jesus Christ
who died on the cross
for the sins of the world
be faithful until the end

all of
the
weapons of
war
we shall
beat
them
into plows
to grow
wheat at our shores

Mountains bliss
What shades of
Morning glory
Deep-blue bouquets
Fire-red blossoms
Tell their story
In this tapioca air
Spiraling through
This gentle gorge
Tumbling down
This smooth ridge
Witness these
Shades of glory

ghost white moon
with
her
mongoose smile
waited
for
the
cobra night to strike
and
bloom
along the River Nile

every block of granite stone
is
a cast of the weary soul
that
lives beneath
the rain
and
the cold
were
dust turned into gold
the
duality of the soul

needle and thread
is what she said
eight legs i need
to spin and weave
the spider's web
eight legs i need
to knit and stetch
a black and red
checkerboard sky

hidden soul
a bamboo tree
that
bend
and sway
from
the voice of
the wind
obey
the will of God
and
receive your reward
come out of the cold

we must
let night
work with
her hands
in carving
out this
moon again
what work of art
she provides
while mastering
her craft

i feel
the tension of
the
wandering
blue sky
holding
back
the tears

it shall quench
the thirst of the
vampire
moon bats
the tender
neck of the
blood moon

the first human
to walk
upon the earth
was the aboriginal
Black man
made
in God's image
from black mud
from the earth but
not  a curse but
a natural blessing
to be born black or
worse not destine
to become
a slave thus
born  free
as a bird
to inherit
the dominion
of the earth
to become
the fruit of God
the root of
the tree
and
we are
pieces of a dream
the essence of God
i pray to thee

peach cobbler winds
push the
sleepy yellowjackets
across
the bright
wide orange yellow
poppy fields
toward the
sparkle green
emerald city
in the
land of oz
when
we follow
upon the
yellow brick road
the
flight to oz

the
jet black
marble eyes
reflects
the
smooth
black olive
silhouette of
the
evil  crow
who
guards
the
realm of Gollum
and
me swears by it

well here she comes
Mrs Mcgrady
wearing her Sunday best
mango orange chiffon hat
baby blue
white-flowered dress
lemon-yellow scarf
draped around her neck
burgundy red comfortable shoes
now clutching her sacred
King James Version Bible
tellin' folks
thank you sweet Jesus
for all of the blessin'
ask God for forgiveness
and He will save you
like clockwork
every Sunday
Mrs McGrady arrives
to church and prayer service
singing about her
how she found sweet Jesus
now Lord have mercy
in the amen corner
well Mrs McGrady
is music coordinator
and she
plays the piano
for the church choir
while
singing heavenly off key

]This jive
You call
Jazz and my
Mama use to say,
It sounds
Like pots
And pans banging together
Just ripping and
Running down
These narrow streets
Boy, you better
Learn how to read
Dat music and tell
People somethin’ ‘bout us colored folks
Cleo, dat Banjo and dem bongo drums
Come straight out of mother Africa