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

a giant frog
half black and
half white
zebra stripped skin
moonshaped eyes
a glossy grin
anchored to
a thick branch of
the sun bright
eucalyptus tree
again

what pattern of
deception
is the cobra
with its
yellow banana eyes
locked upon the
silver mongoose
he knows how to dance
weaving its body
from side to side
bobbing its head
up and down
in a yo-yo
like fashion
suddenly
a lightening
quick bite
straight as an arrow
to crush snap
then bite off
the cobra's head

star-cross lovers
yield to death
cleaved their hearts
Romeo and Juliet
one Montague and
the other Capulet

what
apple-green eyes
light up
the skyline
stretch
her
florescent blue wings
across your mind

lord
life in
this world
ain't
no honeymoon
but
we just
getting' ready
to
jump over
this broom
now
you be the judge

each
downward ******
of the
mighty eagle's wings
catapulted upward bound
slingshot forward
without
a sound
uplifted
towards
these
higher ground
above
the clouds
an eagle's view of the world
i sing out loud

the brown barn owl
preening her feathers
in serendipity
staring down
her prey with
clear moon-eyes
stretching and
flexing her claws
for the
silent ****

orange marmalade
appeared
upon
their
whiskers
tabby stripped kittens
playing
and
tangled up
between
***** of yarn
red blue and green
with
a little bit of indigo
Between
them
and
still
at
their
young feet

the pharaoh's soul
ride a ferry
through the
umbilical chord
of another
cosmos
with a
steady drumbeat
and
the sound of
a tamborine

a
litter of
soft fluffy white kittens
with
ferris wheel eyes
leave
their
mother's
breastfeeding
after awhile
chase after
scattered ***** of yarn
red blue green and some gold

love
is
a lantern
that
burns
inside
your heart
what
guide us
through
the fog
and
i
still
burn for you

lord
i hear
the soft hum
of the
hummingbird
at night

the African mango
all i can feel
hearty and vibrant
food from the Gods
now your hands
won't let go of it
orange colored fruit
below the mango surface
embrace it man and
sink your pearly white
teeth into the sweet harvast
that heaven taste so real
that sweet mango juice
quietly trickles down
both river sides of your mouth
and be so tingly and undeniable
no pressure man
you don't have to wait for
the enthusiasum to burst
through your Black African smile
Let heaven taste so real

facing the
fire stone eyes of
the gray moon
Canadian geese
honk their
horns
retuning
back home
and soon
their wings
are silhouettes
beating against
the wind

in the Land of Zanzibar
are the Black souls
with bruises and scars
chopped heads
and
castrated bodies
buried beneath
the planted magnolia trees
are the severed heads and
bodies of African slaves
who dared to look
at the Arab Women
are the
planted magnolia seeds
for we weep
what we sow
in the
Land of Zanzibar
that
we still know

Oh sweet Scotland
i hear
your fresh
bagpipes glowing
blowing wind
straight across
this quiet shore
keeping birds
in flight
once more
be yea
hornpipes
healing the
soul
listen laddy
this land
i know

our spirits
merge
in the
lotus garden
at the
feet of the
giant white
lotus flower
where we
cleanse the
soul

colossal ferris wheels
delicious red candy apples
and
pink cotton candy clouds
wrapped around
long lollipop sticks
what make
the color of your dreams

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
upon
the hills of Tuscany

I hear
the sound of
gold coins
exchange hands
everywhere
but
what of Judas
in the square
i ask
are
you there
i feel
the presence of Judas
in the atmosphere
now here comes
the priest
the scribes
the pharisees
and
the Emperor's
Roman soldiers
and
what of Judas
in the square

Buddhists monk
Dressed in orange silk robe
Sitting in the city’s square
Burning incense and chanting prayers
After seven day of fasting
He sprinkles gasoline over his entire body
Then, lighting a match
Becoming this human touch
Bringing light to this world

the crackling howl of jackals
thrice fooled by
the thick dessert mirage of
wild turkeys and red-neck pheasants
for the gathering of sunset

large herds of caribou
as much as one million strong
spooked and frighten
by the seasonal changes and
being triggered
by their intincts
flow across the frozen tundra
organic life in full bloom
while the weak old and young
become prey for the meat eaters
finally we merged into greener pastures

an array of lies
dancing through
the smile of
her black
widow's
eyes

pink cotton candy
in my hands
waiting for a
patch of light
to surge
up again
that
let
me see
the
sight of spring
from
the
height of
the
Ferris wheel again

our
bodies
roasting
in passion
beneath the
Camelot sun
sprinting towards
the cool minty
green shade
swallowed laughter
underneath this
canopy of love

the soul of birds
shall dip
their wings
in the
holy light
swoop
bounce
somersault
from
the
sky
trampoline

The moors seduced
The Sahara Desert Mountains
Mastered the Mediterranean Sea
Keepers of the flame
Custodian of Egyptian knowledge
Their horses made of moonlight
The world shall never be the same

faith
is
a life road
we
dare to journey
while
it
lead us back
to
the
will of God
but
lead us
not
unto temptation
because
the
life road of faith
i
will obey

the sky
is
an orchestra of
oboes, clarinets
cellos, strings
and
brass instruments
we make
the
sound of
thunder and lightning
before
the
coronation of storm

joy
have wings
that
burst
through
pink
cotton candy clouds
joy
let her sing

oh
firefly...firefly
you
roll and tumble
wherever
you go
and
still
you leave
a little bit of
your light
i
know
when
you glow
oh
firefly...firefly

God fashion man
from the
black mud of earth
in His own image
the original
aboriginal
Black Man
unmarked nor cursed
by the hand of God
thus created
a steward of earth dominion

morning light
when
the sun
rest
in
the palm of
the
Pharaoh's hand
the
promise of morning glory

Ferris wheel
Inside of sky,
Upside down,
Again said i
Pushing the sun
Sailing through clouds
Taking me to the
Other side of
This world
Still laughing
said i and
upside down again

a
basket
full of
tasty fruits
and
purple
eggplants
to
calm down
the
aggressive mode of
the
silverback gorilla
in the
congo green forest

in
the
Land of Oz
where
the
sky
is
filled
with
orca-shaped clouds
so
up...up
and
away
pop...bang...zoom...wee

Lightening
In cupped-hands,
Still warm
Embrace the
Sweetest rainstorm

let
moonlight
kiss
the
soft face of
the
yellow
bamboo river

when
the
sky
wears her
magic blue scarf
i
would like to
go there

equity
cleanse
the
entire
soul
through
its
compassion
humanity
forgiveness
voice of courage
equity
cleanse
the
entire soul

tears of faith
lives in
the atmostphere
upon the wings
of the
paper blue
hummingbird
sing your song
then you
fly away
still

white water
rapid currents
flowing freely
through
the
restless soul
while
sock-eyed salmon
swimming upstream
fighting against the odds
and
finally
earning the
natural mating rights
in
the
storm rains birthplace

Mama said
Boy
Don't let
The
Left hand
Know
What the right hand
Is doing
And
Everything
Will be okay

the
babbling brook
with
winter snow
she
did not know
which
way
that
spring would flow

wolf moon
the
alpha male
strong bold and wise
he
howls
through
the
night
to
call out for the pack
to
hunt in the wilderness

kindness
respectful
grateful
greatness
the
willingness to forgive
Motown Motown
we
say
goodbye to you
Aretha
dress
in
silver and gold
return home
the
Queen of Soul
you
will never end
let
your light shine
again and again

Dear Lord, how do I make  
a covenant with this poem?  
  
Does it want a fresh pair  
of wings to master the sky,  
to soar like an eagle, in
the heavens above?
  
If a poem speaks, should
it sings in the halls of
cathedrals, joining spirit
with flesh to make this
covenant?  
  
If a poem is planted as a
seed in my heart, should it
take root, growing strong and
vibrant, or, should it be ripe
and ready for harvest?  
  
So, let these spiritual words  
flow through a beating heart,  
a gentle hand and sacred pen.
Scribbed to bare witness on paper,  
thus to make a covenant with thee.

startling sooth
a splentered sky
shall paint
the world
before we die
now bring him home
to lay
his body to rest
when startling sooth
a splentered sky confess