in
this
kind grave
is
a cast of
your soul

goodbyes
shall
never
leave you
oh load
but
faith
stays
with you
while
my prayers
breakthrough

Aspens listen
To the
Chatter of
This wind
The robin’s call
Now, lost in
The woods
No hesitation
Hope understood

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

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

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

lookup
in the sky
is it a bird
no
is it a plane
indeed
it is
a
paper wasp
with
polka dot wings

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

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
soul of night
a
jett black panther
with
fire and brimstone eyes
ivory white fangs
stalked
its prey
through
the
black panther night

lord
i would not dare
complain about
the power of prayer
you maketh
a path
for me and
i truely swear
to live
every moment of
my life gracefully
as free as a songbird
to sing and to share
her voice
trumpeted out
everywhere

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

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

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

in a
world of peace
there is
no right or wrong
a deep blue sky
from west to east
made for the
gentle wings of
songbirds

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

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

let me
visit your heart again
yes
the
old dustbin
it no longer filled
with
love and  trust again
but
it sits there
only to rust
and
dim the light within
let me
visit your heart again

Bring me flowers
To my coffin
Put earth in it
Plant seed in it
Nourish me
With warmth
And sunlight
Death in it
Life in it
Engage these things
In splendid fashion
Bring flowers
To my coffin

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

night walks
the cat
with her
Cheshire cat's
smile join
the crescent
moon in the
sovereign eyes
of the Moors

lightning tapping
her tambourine
dancing to the
pulse of God
striking through
ambient clouds
tasting earth again

you are
a fake
a charlitain and
a fraud
indeed
you really
have no powers
at all
just an ordinary man
at best hand
a magician
from a caravan
who stands behind
a fake
green curtain and
pressing
green yellow
and red buttons
who are you
Mr Oz

lord
i
want
trust and peace
in
my life
no more delays
no more strife
i'll
just say yes
i will obey
my life is yours
you are the answer
oh lord
i am
forever grateful

The streets of Pompeii
All pave with gold

Listen to the wind,
Hear your soul

When streets
Are paved with gold

black is a mirror
of myself
a high level of
achievement
excellence precision
perfection wisdom
knowledge
equality liberty
freedom and justice
black contains
every color
of the rainbow
black is the soul of night
black is the highest
level of spirituality
and consciousness
black is full of life and not death
while you get
your spiritual blackness
from the sun

what is beauty
that coalesce
the spiritual
attraction of
that sweet sunlight
when you sparkle
at your best
aiming
through the
leaves and
the branches
then comes
all the rest
converging
between our
sacred souls
down here
on this
sweet earth

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

Ali once said
i've
lived
the
life of 100 men
i
float like a butterfly
and
i sting like a bee
i wrestled
with
an alligator
and
a polar bear
in
broad daylight
on top of
the
himalaya mountains
still
i rumbled
with
the
mighty lion of
the jungle
lord
i'm so fast and pretty
i can stick and move
as i dance
with
the
ali shuffle
and
knock you out
in round number 3
nothing can stopped me
i can't be moved
because
i am
the
greatest of all times
champ
you will always
be my hero
saints are born
and
not made
ali dead
at the age of 74

God
fill
the sky
with
his baritone
blue eyes

war
is
the craftsmanship
upon
the battlefield
war
brings
her precision of
evil
death
and
destruction
when
we fight
against
God's will
war
brings
her precision
upon the
battlefield

oh the sweet
rain drops
that fall
unto the
earth's domain
thus make a
quiet sea of ringlets
upon the soul
shall fill the empty void

the truth
is
a cast iron bell
that
the worlds
desires
to ring
as loud as she can
with
a story to tell

who designated
the negative  and
abstract term of
the
*****
to represent
the race of
our beautiful
multi-tribal
Black People
the *****
represents
something that is dead
and insignificant but
Black People
are full of life
love and happiness
what gives
other people
the moral authority
justification or
the moral right
to define
Black Folks or
to tell us
what to think
Black Women
must stop purchasing
crazy hair products'
weaves extensions
for their hair and
creams and gels
to lighten up
their skin
to look
more European
with sraight hair
so we must define
our own beauty
within us
because we
always possessed it
stop buying
unecessary
Black hair products
from Asian shops and
making them rich
from our hard earn cash
no other racial groups
would come into our
Black communities
to support or
buy goods and services
from Black own businesses
we must take care of
our own
first and formost
Black Women
must develope
a more
natural look
in harmony
with God
and display
our healthy
curly kninky
shiny natural dynamic  and
beautiful black hair
we must consolidate
our financial resources and
build Black  own businesses
and products
to take care of our own needs
God made us
in His
own image
our Black Women
have always been
the beautiful queens
of the River Nile and
only we
can determine
all of that
furthermore
no other race
on this planet
shall define us
let me
tell you something
about them Negros
logically and scientifically
if we go back
far enough
from here
to Timbuktu
the Chinese
come from China
an Irishman comes
from Ireland
Frenchmen come
from France
an Englishman
comes from England
Germans comes
from Germany
so on and so forth
but
where in the hell
did the *****
come from
logically
he comes from
Negroland
however
this is
just a plain old fashion
cotton-picking lie
bigotry ignorence
prejudice and stupidity
at work here
Black People
are the
original people of
this earth and created
from the black soil of
Mother Africa
we are
stolen people
taken from
Mother Africa
against our
free will
Black People
did not volunteer
to come to America
but we have
every right
to live or die
in the pursuit of happiness
just like any other group
that successfuly made it
in America
and we help
to build America
and turned it
into a superpower
rich nation
yet
for the
love of money
greed and power
capitalism
thus created
a monster
called racism
towards
people of color
Black People
are the
original People
evolved from
Mother Africa
thus
we are made from
the image God
rejoice upon it
born with black skin
is not a curse but
a blessing
from God up above

war
begot
the
broken sky
who
would not perish
nor
could not die
but
reveal
more sky
for
these
wings to fly
where
sky would flourish

nothingness
quantum fluctuations
space vacuum
singularity
big bang
energy
gravity waves
matter
spacetime
no beginning and
no ending
the ocean of the cosmos

let me find
this sweet
brook with
august light
in her eyes
where we
can go and
cast our sails
beyond the
sparkling stars
now that
we are
yearning to
sail away
through the
sacred hands of
the Byzantine sun
the breakthrough
has begone

what
path
to god
the road
least taken
while
gospel green lanterns
light
the
stairway
to
heaven

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

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

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

chromatic stars
sing your chorus
so full and so bright
spread your cosmic wings
through the Milky Way tonight

lord
build
a fence
around my soul
when
everything
you touch
it
turns to gold

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

black birds
mastered
the
art of
high wired
type rope
perch
themselves
among
the
high-pole
telephone wires
there
we walk with grace
make
a string of
black pearls
while
we call back home
through
the
telephone lines

the
heart
is
the
factory of mankind
the
heart
it revolves
around the sun
through time
where
the
heartbeat as one
and
the
heart
is
the
reservoir of love
but
the
heart
fills
the
ocean and the sea
with love
while
the heart
is
a
candle of serendipity
that
wax and wane
but
burns inside of me

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

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