there behind
the thick
green foliage
sweet caramel
dripping and oozing
from the mouth of
the cocoa trees

the essence of law
standing there
waiting there
for that
beacon of light
when you are
fragile and cold
standing outside of
this place
yet
pressing your hands
firmly against
the window of
justice, still
waiting there
for her
to regain
the moral
compass of sight
then we brake
bread again

what
is
evil
nothing
but
a worm
that
burrows
deep
through
the
soul
to
slowly devour
your
flesh and bone

inside of  
a warm log cabin
i hear
the
snap crackle pop of
of cider wood
burning
in
the fireplace

oh field of bright sunflowers
an array of telescope towers
every minute and every hour
that obey the dreams of
the Gods that lead us
back to our daily bread

oh the sun
blush
rosemary red
at the
crack of
dawn
i said

lightening
in cupped-hands
still warm
embrace the
sweetest rainstorm

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

vampire bats
are jumbo jets
flying high
with their six foot
wingspan flapping
through this heart of night
stretching against
the surface of the sky
hiding the face of the sun
yes, pitch black
leather wings
grabbing hold of
space and time
slicing through
the thick of night
slipping pass
the House of Hades
being guarded
by gray ghosts
griffins and gargoyles
but somehow
the Gothic moon
stands her ground nor
does she sleep
a wink tonight
letting go of
fear and fright
protecting the
still of night
knowing that
the vampire bats
possess infrared eyes
to capture their prey

sleeping in their
quiet graves
are
gray ghosts
with dark
amber eyes
waiting for
the moonrise
to fill the
silver sky

blue moon
mounted
in the
soft black sky
blush
gray rogue
splashed
upon
your
blue eyed moon eyes

what
blue sky
what
heaven
who
wears
this
red scarf

translucent light
i
feel
your presence
what
sign or code of
another soul
in
the
dungeon of Hades

the
stars
we
are
specks of gold
sprinkled
throughout
the
starry starry night

night
perched herself
to
prune her
pitch black wings
the
edges cadet blue
thus
rub her
Tuscany beck
upon
the
iron castle of stars
what
shine through

sunset
glowed glistened glittered
the
color of
dark red burgundy wine
where
my
soul
suspended
between
earth and sky
once more

what
sit by
my grave
are
your
celtic
green eyes

my
corpse
lies flat and still
where
the
jagged hills
upon
gray stormy sea
beside
the
cliff of Wales
no place
i
would rather be

sky blueberry sky
beechnut breeze
cotton candy clouds
deep blue mountains
while
there is
something inside
those sugar cane eyes

lord
i
need
not
the
glory
when
my
faith is
the story
and
i
simply take
this
warm
bowl of porridge
and
i need not
the glory

oh
heavenly stars
above
shower me
with
your love
let me
be
the
first soul
captured in
the
fisherman’s net

the cosmic world
is a
trampoline
through
space and time
for the
exuberant Gods
to bounce
in and out of
other dimensions
through
space and time

we
heard
the
wings of
the
monarch butterfly
beating together
as
she approached
the
ash pink rose
to
taste
the
nectar of the gods
click-clack
clickety-clack

oh love be
that quiet storm
neither
right nor wrong
love that
we shall justify
shall not be denied
in space and time
as that quiet storm
transform herself
into a sweet blue rain
oh love
be that quiet storm and
embrace the Tuscany sky

lord
finally
i know
how to live and
how to grow
i kissed
a
snowflake
in the
pinewoods
i am sure
in the
falling snow
and where
the heart
shines
bright gold
once more

underneath
the
gemini moons
one thousand
olive green lakes

in the Land of Zanzibar
are Black souls
with bruises and scars
buried beneath
every planted magnolia tree
are the severed heads and
bodies of African slaves
who dared to look
at the Arab Women
are the seeds planted
through the bitter
hands of slavery
in the Land of Zanzibar

mosaic morning
brown eyed
sunflowers
dancing in
the golden
sun

sleeping in their
quiet graves
are
gray ghosts
with dark
amber eyes
waiting for
the moonrise
to fill the
silver sky

for it blooms
for it sings
for once
in a lifetime
the soul have
purpose and meaning
with everything
when we bathe
the soul
in moonlight

we
thought
it
was
a
lonely frown
but
it
was
a
whiskey smile
turned
upside down
rotten teeth
with
jagged edges
fire and brimstone
light up his eyes
who
wears
the
mask of
the
sinister clown

the African
black fertile soil
beneath
the feet of
the
Black People
of earth
are
the planted seeds of
spirituality
wisdom and justice
rest the
black soil
beneath our feet

crafty moon
brings this
slight chill
in the air
when the
banana yellow
crested
cockatoo flies home
from here to there but
your heart
won't let go of
the air

sunlight
on my soul bloom
the
gentle flowers of faith
that
bring me sight
shall
bow to the light of God

it
lurked
wherever
i
go
the
paper tiger
walked
upon
the snow
what
is
orange and black stripes
and
camouflaged
by day and by night

light
shed her soul
through
aspen leaves
that
chime
through
aspen forests

gigantic
glossy
black
bumblebee eyes
of
the
cooper red
army ants
prepare
their
military
battle stations
against
the
giant
sandworms of mars
in search of
the
mystical green spice

dear Lord
i want to make
a covenant with thee and
taste the bread of heaven and
dip my wings
into the Sea of Galilee
thus to receive
you Lord in the
morning mist of glory

love
in need of
a compass
yet
faith
guides
me
selflessly
upon
the shore
is where
i
belong

what
dwells
in
the
quiet clouds of
Sagittarius
we
witness
the
valley of
the gods
birthplace of stars

death be
a drum major
beating her drum
one by one
we march
to our graves
while
we listen
to the
steady beat of
the drum major's chord

and all
i heard
was your
sweet laughter
that baptized
my wings
through the
soul of
the Serengeti
blue sky

resilience is
God
thy
shadow waits
for thee
in this
Land of Nod

we merged
our wings
through
breckenridge blue sky and
along the way
we dash
through
pink cotton
candy clouds
where
we both
cleaved
our souls
to sing
out load

life have
so much
drama in it
and
i
love her so
when
she
opened up
her
amber green eyes

the tone of her eyes
maple brown
the blush of
her cheeks
rosemary red
and
her
round face
and
soft skin
fair

yes i have to admit it
Black is beautiful
ya **** right it is
not just
"The Black People are beautiful" but
**** it "Black People are Beautiful"
we have a everlasting Black beauty
that live inside of us
say it with clarity and
say it with gusto
say it like you really mean it
ain't no shame in my game and
ain't no sunshine when she is gone
you gotta work on your
pronunciation phraseology and semantics
to truly represent it
listen i know what
the hell i am
talking about because
Black Folks have their own
definition of Black beauty and
it ain't in no **** Webster dictionary
its more spiritual then anything else
most Black People know
what i am talking about
Cleopatra was a very beautiful
Black African Queen
even the Roman emperors
feared and respected her Black Beauty
(Mark Anthony for example)
the ancient Romans had a real crush  
on this beautiful jett Black Women
thus made a man drop to his knees
with the power and glory of
her Black Beauty
unfortunately in the mass media
Cleopatra is always portrayed or depicted
as a Caucasian European woman nevertheless
so wonderful is our true blackness
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Black Beauty is our reality and
we own it until the end of time say amen and
thus we are still admired by the world again
we control our Black Beautiful souls
we must create our own
Black Beauty Products and
stop given our money away
to other people that misrepresent us and
don't give a **** about
how we look on this earth
Stop taking our stuff
make me mad the way
they treated Michael Jackson
you know about the derogatory
insensitive racial jokes
so we shall be the judge and jury of
all shades of our rainbow race
don't be scared anymore Black People
its ok to be Black and sometimes
words hurt but we must hold
our heads up high with dignity and respect
i know just how you feel and
i know we got some real Black Sheep
in the family tree claiming to
be something that they ain't
remember this Black People
we are the Black Roses
that shine for thee
in the Garden of Eden and
the true reflection of God's light

a pod of
killer whales
use the light
to navigate through
the sea at night
their fresh eye gaze
upon the brilliant starlight
from the constellation of Hercules
then we sing out and we shout, because
we found this dome of heaven
that we shall always sing about

we
are
voids of empty space-time
filled
with
electrons
and
neutrons
yet
opposite charges appear
when
we oppose
the
will of God
still
we
reach for higher ground
we
are
the
vibration ripples
through
space and time
but
nothing
really matters
inside our minds
because
we
are voids of empty space-time