Lord
replenish
and
rejuvenate
my soul
to walk
upon
the crisp
sea of
redwood roses

young red poppies
sparkle in the air
spring flair awakens
untangle their hair
then
poppies...poppies
everywhere

my heart
a javelin
hurled
straight up
towards
the
mango moon
a place
where
i
thirst for
your love
when
it blooms

we
boarded
our
ships
and
hoist the
Royal Queen's flag
the
captain
shouted out
maties
all
hands on deck
while
the
shipmates replied
aye...aye Captain Bly
we
coupled our sails
and
we
started our
young maiden voyage
through
the
White Cliffs of Wales
upon
the
dark wine sea
if
below
her
where
we
joined our sails
and
the
Scottish
bagpipes march behind

nothing
wrong
with
Africans
worshiping
the sun
and
the
Native Americans
worshiping
the
Great Grand Father Sky
and
respecting
Mother Earth
unfortunately
the
Europeans
conquered
the
new world
through
violence
deception
savagery
lies
deceit
****
******­
colonization
Christianity
slavery
apartheid
genocide
while
the
Europeans
took land
and
resources from
other nations
enriching themselves
and
building
their nations
considered
themselves
superior
to People of Color
and
Indigenous People
throughout
the world
and
the world
would not be
civilized
without
their
intervention
and
the
benevolent actions of
europeans
but
we know
that
it's
all about
power and wealth
that
be
the
guiding light of
good and evil

what makes
the
sound of
lighthearted rain
flow
through me
once more
what
pitter-patters
in
the
heart
and
in
the brain
let
the
lighthearted rain
fall
gently
upon
the
window panes
in
spain
once more
i
am still sure
i
want more

i
see
light
reflected
through
the
deep sea of
her blue eyes

mark of the moon
i shall not hide
this gray
werewolf
inside

oh starry night
where
coral red starfish
flap
their wings
for flight
migrate
across
the
Sea of Galilee

when
thick white clouds
hurry up
this way again
make amends
for
you and i
to greet
the eye of
the storm
that hurl
us both
through
capricorn winds

night opens
her black umbrella
full of falling stars
as we gather
underneath the
night umbrella

At the crack of dawn,
The red rooster stands
Up on the roof of
The old red barn

Shouts out a crispy –
****-a-doodle-do

Blue sky on top
Red tractor on bottom,
Pulling a sea of wheat

Then, the red rooster says –

Lord, thank you for the blessings
As far as the eye can see,
Bags of wheat and bags of corn
Lord, you have been so good to me

we
stampede
across
the
wild blue sky
herds of
pegasus clouds
filled with
the
holy spirit
then
we
sing out loud

radiant purple gospel red
and bold yellow tulips
picture frames of beauty
adorn the grassy hills
of Tuscany and
what ever becomes of
this love parade
are the fancy white and
fragile yellow daffodils
if we make this world
a tapestry

the sky
more than
a basket
full of
blueberries
that
fill this basket of
blueberry sky

listen
to
the
orchestrated
and
syncopated
clickety clack
clankety, clonk
clickety clack
honks air
through
their
snouts
the sound
that horses
make
when they
trot plop gallop
with their
horseshoed feet
upon
the
resonant
red cobblestone streets
brings
sweet music
to
the
blacksmith's ears

somewhere out there
over the rainbow
exist
the
divine expression
to possess
the
drum major's instinct
where
the
drumbeat of hope
spread with
distinction
thus
become
the
drum major
make the final destination
called the
drumbeat of freedom
make the drumbeat of
equality and justice
but
more
then that
the
drum major
make the
drumbeat of life
while
the
drum major
plays all of the
unselfish
dissonant chords of life
drumbeat the patterns of
day and night
then
who wants
to be
a drum major
that
wants to
carry the
baton of world
that  
gives service and dedication
to humanity
to know self
and
to know
God
be able to
look over
the
horizon of significant
and
transform us
into peace warriors
where
i have
the heart and the courage
to love
all of my brothers
i become the
drum major for life

we are
pieces of stars
dominions of God
the ocean abides
this moment alive
the change
that collides
all the
beauty inside
only pieces of stars

lord
the fish
upon
the coral reef
believe
the stars
are
places
beyond
the ocean
and the sea
where they
shall reach

thy
heart
cast
a
stowaway
upon
the
ship of love
while
It
lean
towards
the
dark wine sea

through
the
eyelids of
the
golden sun
we
witness
the
daybreak unfolds

No, heart, no brains and no courage
Friends, Romans, Countrymen lend me your hears
Allow me to introduce the Queen of Truth
Your majesty, you are the fairness of them all
Such an honor to be your Lord Chancellor
Thus, I beckon your call
Your highness and sweet gratefulness
I take great pleasure
In serving you, my lady
Indeed, I am at you services,
Day or night, and
Your wish is by command, and
I wish you longevity

through her
soft green
sunflower eyes
appeared another
sunflower rise

vultures
drift through
the
imperial sky
wait for
their feast
as the
carcass of
mankind shall die
through
the
window of
the
imperial sky

let
your
imagination ride
on
the
backs of
giant grasshoppers
and
giant crickets

the one drop rule
invisible blackness
black versus white
different categories of race
created by man for evil purposes
such as caucasoid negroid and mongoloid
this is a bunch of hooey
these words are just terms for
marginalising whole groups of people
by some smarty pant with a so-called degree
in anthropology and sociology
who gives people the right to classify other racial groups
I pondered it - anyway just blue smoke and mirror stuff
created by some racist people organizations and institutions
by creating racial and class division plus religion creating wars
thus
God created man - singular form
thus
God created man from the earth (black mud)
and no accident that we are made from one blood
oh yeah - Adam's blood
mankind is just a very large extended family - based on DNA
Europeans are not 100% white
they became white because of environmental adaptations
and they are no better that the rest of God's creations on earth
skin color does not make one racial group superior than another
this is just a head and mind game for social and political advantages
however everyone is a Heinz 57 mixture
White People are mixed with so much stuff - too
oh yeah baby and who is your daddy now
race mixing has been around
throughout the history of mankind and still
it will continue to mix races in the future
just remember this
the neanderthal mated on a regular basis with the homosapien
no race is 100% pure of anything
according to one drop rule - White are neanderthals too
this one drop rule is a silly and hidden taboo that is just plain ludicrous
God is a good God
God is neither Black nor White but He is a Being of Existence of every dimension
God is the all of everything - seen and unseen
God exist in every creation
God is a part of you and me
the will of God lives in every place
God is justice and equality
God don't speech hate and racism
God is love and peace toward all mankind
God does not make men slaves
God gives man the right to be free
God wants man to be inherit the earth and be good stewards
Well ain't God good no matter how you look at it
yes He is good - all the time my brother
yes god is good and everlasting
amen amen amen

catholic
bishops
wear
their
priest
ritual
red robes
thus
gather
around
the
holy
cathedral
fountain
to
cleanse
their
red cardinal
wings
in holy water

sunset fills
the flamingo pink sky
with birds of paradise
said i and
i am mesmerized
so beautiful
through your kissing eyes
it's all i can think of and
all i can see

can you
hear the
sound of
sweet rain
tap dancing
to the tune
while
i'm singing in
the rain
upon the
cobblestone streets of
Spain

what
cradle
these
heroes
are
born in
that
make
them
Hercules of men

drifting upon this groovy scene
could this be a movie theme
you putting me here on earth
the needle tracks in both arms hurt
Lord, my knees are touching dirt
wearing this cross and this bible, first
all I need is a sweet surrender
while shadow boxing this contender
you know, I take my ******* straight
we see this world through iron gates
white horses keeping me in this race
man, I am riding these six white horses
I riding through this devil's pace
yeah, my horses taking to different places
until, I get back on my six white horses

captured
by the glory
and
the majesty
of the steller sea
green sealight
bounced
from her
mermaid eyes
sailed our through
the Isles of Pangea
while
we trumpeted out
the name of Athena

The
black cat's
soft whiskers
brushing up
against the
solitary night
making bashful
stars laugh
out loud

who shall
ferry these
dead souls
across The
River Styx and
deliver them whole
unto the hands of
Hades

Mama
These girls
Here in Jamaica
Are very pretty
Them got
Long jett black
Curly hair
Butter brown skin
Ivory white smile
I think I am
In love with them
Them bodies shaped
Like a glass coke cola bottle
Them walk around here
Basking in the yellow sunshine
Mama them girls here
Too good for me
To let them go home
Me wanna pick some fruit
On this island of Jamaica

what is the soul
but
the
temple of God
the
light of heaven
where
the
stars shine
eternally bright
still
a place
called home
a shiny sea of ecstasy
where
to
build a nest
a place
for
my soul to rest
a place
that
brings me
joy and happiness

a string of planets
we are
pearls of light
where there
is the life
silicon or carbon-based
pearls of light

as we sail
across
the cosmos
starry night
reveals
the
silhouette of
seagull wings

crisp
light
snapped
handsomes pinecones
from
their places
throughout
the
pinetop
forest day
that
lingered
the
fresh
mint green
scent of pines

sunset fill
the flamingo pink sky
with birds of paradise
i am mesmerized
so beautiful
through your kissing eyes
it's all i can think of
all i can see

Herds of
Black and white
Zebra butterflies
Floating far and wide
Through the
Kalahari Desert
Approaching the
The tall
Milk sweet grass
After the
Monsoon season
At last at last

upon
the
holy waters of Galilee
where
faith
painted
her
portrait there
and
i
feel her gentle breeze

blue coral reef sky
yearns
to
sing
another
windsong

fields of
brown button-eyed
sunflowers
waitness the
thunder in
the ground
from the hooves of
the great buffalo
herd migrations
across mother earth  but
also witness
origins and
the sounds of
the
Native American indian
their hearts
beat through
the sound of
the spiritual
ghost dance
underneath
the great
grandfather
blue sky

my soul
is a paintbrush
dipped into
a can of paint and
every color
that we make
is a bright
wooden sound
from the
heart of
xylophone

oh
sweet
night
have
nothing left
but
to
gorge herself
upon
the
sugar plum stars
i
must confess

Still
You
Rise
Above
The
Origami clouds
Paper moon

oh joy
what precious thing here
on earth that we share
then
what is joy
really my friend
what is it
joy always comes in
the early morning
with the cheerful sun
and joy fills the heart up
with a glee and
a special kinda grin
but still, joy is sweeter
than  honey-maple syrup
where joy begins
with a snap crackle pop
and a wee
when you least expect it from me
let joy in