i
know
that
God
is always present
forever timeless
from nothingness,
he created Himself
and
the
world we live in
thus
he is the maker of all things
living and nonliving
from
the
lifeless dust he makes Adam so
then
he breathes
the spirit of life into man
thus
allowed them both
to dwell in the Garden of Eden
he makes a woman helper
for Adam's growth
for what purpose
and
for what reason
God exists from self-creation
The stars in heaven
are the shadow of God
God created himself
out of nothingness
just by saying...be and He made it so
God does not need a reason nor purpose
when something happened
everything sprung forth
God said that I am that I am
and it shall always be until eternity
God's word is sufficient
if we submit and obey to His will
Lord
let me follow your sweet heaven's light
to receive your treasure
He makes my spirit grow

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

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

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

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

love
a
vulnerable
and
fragile
relationship
of
reparations
towards
a
qui­et revolution
inside of
the
temple of peace

Capitalist
vultures
feast
upon
the
poor
and
poverty
stricken
carcasses
laying
on
bottom of
the
economic ladder

oh what
beautiful
bold
blue
lollipop
sky
a place
where the
songbirds
fly

August rain
Turning into a light drizzle
Clouds tapping their tambourines
How nature puts on
Her magnificent show
Splashing her true colors
All that she knows
Orange, red, green and gold
A dash of royal purple and some indigo
Well, she knows
How to swing
Her bright lamp
Through all
The prefect seasons
I'm sure and still are

love have
broad shoulders
and wings
while we
spend
one night
in Tunisia

only the
Lord knows
how them
bluebirds sing
all day long
swooping and slashing
you know
that bebop swing
with them
freckle red
stawberries
hanging on
their wings
Lord Lord
all them bluebird wings
through ocean blue sky

the
red
mohawk truth-sayer
speak in tongues
to the fire
speak in tongues
to the wind
lord
our People
seek a better place
seek a better world
through
our
ritual ghost dance
let us
breathe
from the soul of
the spiritual fire
to take us
higher and higher
unto
the
great grandfather blue sky
that
our
Native People desire

after the rains
lord you give us
the rainbow but
where to find
this sacred
*** of gold
yet i know
the real beauty
is the afterglow
red blue green
yellow violet and
some indigo

When love has jealous eyes, a storm may brew,
A tempest of emotions, both dark and true.
In the gaze that once held only tender ties,
Now flickers a flame with jealous eyes.

In the shadows of doubt, mistrust may play,
Casting its shadows on a once sunny day.
Yet, in the heart's chamber where love lies,
Conflicting emotions spark in jealous eyes.

A whisper of fear, a pang of concern,
A love once steady now takes a turn.
But in this tempest, where the confusion lies,
Love seeks understanding in jealous eyes.

For jealousy, a mirror to one's own fear,
Reflects insecurities that often draw near.
Yet, in the storm's center, where truth defies,
There's potential for growth in jealous eyes.

So, let love be a balm to soothe the ache,
Communication is the bridge, the bond to remake.
In the tumultuous sea where emotion ties,
Find calm and understanding in jealous eyes.

once
our soul
cleaved
then
we
rise up
beyond
the horizon

what
Don Quixote of
Quixote of La Mancha
witness
the
sound of
wooden castanet dance
Moorish guitar strings
from
windmills
upon
Spanish the hills

what
mirror
sense
its
own
reflection of
the
dim gray sky
filled
with
fear and doubt
i
know not why
the
imperfections
and
The
gray lines

catfish
jump from
the frying pan
to take
a bite
of the
pearl white moon
them catfish are jumpin'

lord
turn our hearts into shields
let freedom liberty ring
when
justice step
upon
the battlefield again
oh lord
when
the
lamp of courage glow
and
sparkle beyond
the
green hills of Copperfield
and
there
we shall know

winter
wrapped
in her
snowflake gown
while she
wears the
blue ice crown

lord
i am
your blacksmith
free to
do your will
through
my skills
to
fashion
this world
with
hammer  and anvil
turning
swords of men
into
wooden ploughs
thus
give it backbone again

Grape and blueberry jam
Smearing across the boy's
brown freckled strawberry face
puckering his lips together
giving his mother
a great big juicy
delicious
Happy Mother's Day kiss
then lost for words
happiness gathering
in his eyes
wiping off
his mouth
on his mother's
best red blouse

where does
evil rest assure
but
in the hands
of our
advisors
administrators
magicians and
court jesters or
fire
arrived in the
hands of
Prometheus

what
blue light
draws near
June
fireflies come
here soon
thus
to light up
the
water's edge
with their
reflection of
blue moon wings

goose geese
and ganders
fly tight
as a kite
on a string
hear the
trumpets of spring
return
back home
with
amber moon
sprinkled
upon their wings
bring them back home
the trumpets of spring

banana yellow
snow white
pistachio green
royal blue
flamingo pink
mango orange
what
make
the
crest
wings
tail
crown
become
the
shiny
feathers of
the
cockatoo bird
uplifted
soul
above
the ground

oh
lord
i
hear
the
ghost-flute
being
played
near
thy
grave
and
the sound
ripples
through
thy soul

elephants
mourn
the
death of each other
but
when
a
still-birth is born
the
untimely death
will make
the
mother elephant
almost
lose her mind
and
tears roll down
from
her fragile eyes
because
an elephant
never forgets

a thick flock of
black butterflies
swirled and dived 
then
zoomed
into the
deep blue
moon

the clear-sound
sweet blue rain
while
tap-dancing
through
the red
cobblestone
streets again

No leaf
shall leave
her branch
undone
until she sing
with glory
displaying
a tapestry
of deep burgundy red and
bright pumpkin orange
autumn leaves falling
through
this
daybreak's gold

swirls of
pink
cotton candy clouds
twirl
in
deep
gallons of
sherbet blue sky

a pond of
water lilies
eggshell white
sunburst purple
reindeer red
mango orange
butterscotch blue
we
bloom at night
when
we capture
the
rays
from
the starlight

girl there you
go again
tryin' to get
in my kool-aid
girl you so crazy
you think you are
driving Miss Daisy
flipping me off
with your
phat fingers and
now you wearing them
Burger King rings
why you wearin'
so much fake jewlery and
pancake makeup
who you tryin' to impress
Ronald McDonald
hey listen girlfriend
you are really
Girl U pushing my buttons and
getting on my last bit of nerves
so you know what
Miss wanna-be Thing
you want the whole **** five-O and
the 411 Miami Vice Crockett & Tubbs
well it goes somethin' like this
H-to-the-hell-no

the mouth of
the
infant moon
nursed
upon
the breast of
the mother earth

when
we
look inside
the soul
the
sea of perfection
the
reflection of
aspen trees
and
ginger leaves

listen
how
the
blind
priest of Wales
read
the
23rd psalm
Mark
and
Mathew
from  
the touch of braille

the
red crest sparrow
whistle
near
her nest
what
brings her
all tomorrow
shines
the
lamp of
her faith
through
the air

hear at the altar
i build my nest
to lay down my sins
that i confess
and
here i rest
that spiritual guide
my hidden
Rock of Gibraltar

driftwood
uplift me
through
the
atmosphere
in
the
face of the wind
when
your light
drift
by
me again
we
drift
through
rivers
brooks
and
streams
while
driftwood
­still
flows
through
our dreams

the scent of
the
blue moon
uplift
the
wings of
the goddess
Black Athena

well
look over yonder
there's
miss daisy
wearing that same old
red and white
polka dot dress
looking like
them
big Jersey cows
oh yeah
that
big old heifer
stronger than a blue ox
well
i
saw her
wrestle 6oo lb alligator
and
knock out
a full-grown bull
oh hi... miss daisy
well
i
saw her scratching
her big old behind
on an old piece of tree stump
while
strolling up
the
old dirt road
go to
the
big church house
for
choir practice
with
church lady
sister Maxine Gwendolyn Brooks
anyway
miss daisy
knows
deep down
in
her
heart of hearts
that
she
going straight to heaven
like seven eleven
when
she says
i
am
goin' up yonder
and
up over
them hills

what mirrored
reflection of
pastel autumn
upon
a sea of
magenta blues lakes
a blend of
olive green
cherry red and
orange gold
wait their turn
to spiral back
to the
earth

aint nothin'
wrong
'bout being
a hillbilly
once or twice
in your life
up in
them
plain old
smokey
black mountains
cause
everytime
i put on them
blue khaki pants
i just get
on that
wooden floor
and
i just dance

lord
where is my faith
does it rest
among
these stars
each
hand bare
the rose inside
bring courage
to
these ocean tides
the
hand of God
shall provide
if
you
be this rose inside

love
made of passion
sunburst
from
the
soul
while
the
young pony
that
sprint
through
the
wind

while
he reached up
to
peek over
the
counter
on
his
tippy toes
the
wide-eye
cinnamon toast
freckled face
boy
just wanted
a vanilla
ice cream cone
decorated
with
red green orange blue
candy color sprinkles

Colorful rainbows
Pouring from
This deep rosemary sky
Through grateful hands
This autumn forest
Knowing how bright
To shine her maple leaves
Always sharing nature’s glory

the white clouds cried
it rained sideways
silver-dollar sized
raindrops
in
the
ghost town
of Galveston
while
you hear
the rain
in Galveston

through
The Straits of Magellan
where
the ghosts of whales
be not alone
but
we find
their bones
molded by time
into
wooden chimes
ring near
dead ships
and
dead sailors