we
have
walked
down
this
road before
yet
we
feel
the
scars of war
thus
we
no longer
wear
these
clothes of death
that
i
must
confess
while
death
shakes me
to
the core
lord
we
have
walked
down this
road before

on
the
trail of love
to
stay alive
from
a
pack of wolves
that
howl and cry
oh
lord
i
know
that
i
will survive

Kiss you like a flower
Hold you like the world
Love you like no tomorrow
If you were my Queen of the Nile
Rich brown caramel skin
Hair glows like fire in the wind
You and I shall rule the world
Lord, send thee a Cleopatra woman

No, heart, no brains, and no courage
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears
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 your service,
Day or night, and
Your wish is my command, and
I wish you longevity

One by one,
They push
This dagger
Through their souls

Montague and Capulet
Star-crossed lovers

So deeply in love
We cross the stars

Claim that
Love is just
A test

We married
In secret

Mirror in,
The sky
Wipe those
Tears from
Your blue eyes,
With your
Red scarf
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Amem

love
by
far
only
exist
between
the
heavens
and
the
stars
the
love­
by
far
when
your
love exist

with
the
hourglass
shape
of
the
heart
time
is
a curious
thing
from
the
start
when
you
know
the
shape
of
your heart

behold
the
glorious
peacock's plume
behold
one
thousand
eyes of glory
shall
bloom

oh
love
be
that
lovely rose
wearing
her
burgundy red
scarf

shaolin monk
entering
the
dragon
temple of faith
delicately
walking
upon
the
sacred
rice paper floor
and
seeking wisdom
only
through
faith

clapping their wing
with
effortless grace
the
seamless flight
of
the
black butterfly
spiraling
through
the
baritone blue sky
let
us
walk by fath
and
not by sight

hope
is
the
fuel
that
runs
the
heart
on
its
journey
while
hope
moves
every heart
yes
hope understood
how
to play its part

angels
are
the
architects
that
dangle
the
soft white clouds
like
marionettes
that
dangle
their
puppets upon a string
while
whispering still
through
the
heavenly clouds

love
crafts
her candle
that
burns
at
both ends
yet
ignites
the
heart
while
casting
dust
in
the wind

let
the
conerstone
be
one
grain of sand
for
building
your
sandcastle
in
the sun

the
bird
who
sings
the
highest note
shall
rise above
the
quiet storm
while
she
sings about
the
promise of tomorrow
for
all
the
brighter days
beyond
Milky Way

old
Shoalin Buddhist
temple monk
my
favorite teacher
if
we
learn how
to
walk silently
upon
the
rice paper
to
complete
the
hidden
journey

oh
what
delicious
icing covered cake
made for
the
kingdom of heaven
just
to say
happy birthday
dear God
just
because
we
love you so

what
bird of faith
flew
overhead
yet
still
above
the
quiet storm

startlings
are
turning
swirling
and
spinning
above
the
wild plains
of
the
soft
blue
Serengeti sky

to
my
tailor-made
and
dearest friend
that
we
are
both bookends
always
faithful
and
inseparable
until
the
very end

as
the
earth
revolves
around
the sun
the
moon moth
claps
her
translucient wings
thus
letting
her
turn
dust into gold

love
shall
play her part
that
love
runs toward
the
hungry heart
that
love
shall speak kindly

boom, boom
click, click
then
you
pull the
trigger, man
you
rastmanfarian
just
keepin'
everything crisp man
now me go
to get
me
some of them
jamacian gurls
lord
boom, boom
click, click
me
just
keep everything crisp
jabawalkie

with
all of its might
truth bends
the
light
that
breaks
through
the
winding roads
of
the soul
at night
truth
bends the light

oh
what joy
resting
inside
only
through
the
eyes of
the
ruby-throated hummingbird
while
hovering
beside
a delicious
ash pink rose
reading
between
the
lines of
the
natural world

each
word
a
dagger
that
cuts
through
the
flesh
unto
the
bone
all
through
the
haunted
ghost-mirrored soul

the
lighthouse
beamed
it's
powerful light
across
the
dark wine sea
that
captured me
ask
the
ships
that
sail across
the
cliffs of wales
return
to thee
while
the
lighthouse
comfort me

black widow spiders
with
orange hourglass
tattooed upon their abdomen
while
spinning their webs
like an open fire hydrant
snipped crackled
and popped
and
inched
themselves
like caterpillars
breaking from their cocoons
across
the
apple cider wooden floor

still
within
our sight
we
walked towards
the
river of light
and
witness
the
flame of life
still
buring
red, blue, and green
with
a bit of indigo
all
through
the
night

the
walls
have hears
in
the
house of glass
yet
filled
with
stones
to
make
it
crash

on
a cold winter's night
the
alpha wolf moon
howls
with
all her might
for
the
wolf pack
to
gather in tight
towards
the
light
for
the
wild bison hunt

i
knew
it
from
the
start
that
only
love
shall
quarry
the
heart
oh­
love
what
is
your quarry

the
quick
winds
gather in
and
the
wild scent
of
the
ash pink rose
jettison
towards
the
kingdom of heaven
again

A poem is
like a bird
with a broken wing

Kneeling down,
with gentle hands,
i
gathered up
an injured soul,
to mend its wing,
so it can fly.

When I am dead and
six feet under,
Please don’t bring me
flowers I can not smell,
red roses I can not see or
stems I can not touch

Well, don’t let your
left hand knows what your
right hand is doing and...
Everything will be all right

When I am dead and gone,
just keep on living, because
Life is like a red balloon
on a string and sailing
gently on a gust of wind

My dear friend John is a peaceful,
humble and noble giant,
with a red badge of courage.

So, what does God want him to do?

In the historical past,
The slaves needed skills to
survive in the new world.

“They cursed the bread, because
They could not eat the meat.”

Somehow, God provides our daily bread,
And He still provides.

Did you hear the great news?

The mighty African drumbeats are speaking
colorful rhythms throughout the villages.
The drums are singing about freedom for
our brothers and sisters in *******.

Remember, there is only one God, and
He provides the golden battle shield.
Yes, God is the victory, delivering us from evil.

Well, a new day is coming, and we will stand
together on God’s Plymouth Rock.
He is the steady hand, guiding us like a compass,
through a quiet storm.

Still, God is everlasting, because He is the
beginning and the end.
God is the water that we thirst
He is the air for our soul to breathe
God is the answer to our prayers

My friend John, put your trust in God,
and let God take care of the residue.

Juggling an ice-cream cone
In his hand
while dancing a red balloon on a string
with the other hand
The little boy clicked both heels together,
And he dashed
As fast as he could, to the top of the hill

Then he blew out a shout:
Hey, look at me,
And just look what I got!
I got a red balloon!
The world is all about!

Then a strong gust of wind
Came along with a snatched
The red balloon zoomed away
From his playful hand

The red balloon climbed
Above snow white clouds,
Clouds appeared like fluffy
Mashed potatoes
Waiting for a spoon

The red balloon soared,
as free as a bird, without a
word
Well, it decided to go to the
moon,
The red balloon shone brighter
than a silver spoon.

So, the red balloon dream
believed it could fly,
Through the air with ease, it
danced above like a Tennessee Waltz,

Hanging from a park bench or tied to
a tree, the red balloon traveled above
the castles, churches, and kings.

Well, the red balloon sailed away from the
little boy’s hand, but just around the
corner and up over the bend, you can find
a red balloon dream, in a little boy's heart.

Somewhere over the rainbow,
A great civilization flourished,
And we discovered a wonderful kaleidoscope
Of exuberant and vibrant humanity

Enchanted tones tell a story
About people made from dusk
And red clay

They blend into caravans
Of strong and beautiful faces

The royal kingdom with majesty,
Sits on the throne,
And the mighty lion with pride,
Rules its dominion

Rights, rituals, and passages
Speak of our greatness

Traditions taken from the ancients
Are the seeds planted?

As we enter the sacred place,
Paradise is never forsaken

Behold, the true Garden of Eden,
As we drink sweet water
From the Nile River

Timbuktu astronomers study the heavens

Mandingo and Zulu Warriors display
War-painted colors like
The broad plumage of a peacock

They stand gripping tall sharp spears
And poisoned arrow tips to launch,
Thus, ready for battle

Juju medicine man mixes repeated chants,
As he drifted into a spiritual dance

At daybreak,
We go down to the river flow,
And shadows rise like the moon

Hearts beat in rhythms
Like fine-tuned African drums,
And the rainy season
Stay bound to Mother Earth

At the edge of a crackling fire,
The enchanted medicine man
Delivers magic words and potions

Great powerful heavens
Lift every voice and sing,
To the sweet harmony of Africa

Miguel, bring me a glass
of your best wine
underneath
the Mexican moon,
in the twilight,
We shall fight the
Windmill dragons of Spain

Once upon a time, I asked my mother;
Mama, why are the Black People
So different, and why are there
So many different shades of color
in our people

Mama replied; Boy, do you
know that Black Folks
are a Rainbow Race

Then a smile glowed
as bright as the morning sun
across my brown chocolate face

You are my glass
of vintage wine
and your sweetness
quenches my thirst


You are my sustenance
the daily bread that
feeds my heart, mind,
and soul


You are my illumination
radiant and burning bright,
the enlightenment
that attracts me

No more can be said
now and forever
You are my sweetness,
my light, my daily bread

One day, a poem stood at my doorstep
and I let it come in to get warm and dry
We sat by the fireplace and had a chat

We laughed and shared stories between us,  
about yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and  
Yes, it was delightful to get a chuckle or two.  

I picked up my old guitar,  
The poem dusted off the ancient fiddle,  
And we played sonatas and variations of Bach    

Then, we sat down at the kitchen table,  
Nibbling on sweet, delicious corn cobs and  
sinking our teeth into succulent roast pheasant.  

At last, we filled our wine goblets to the brim  
With vintage brandy, we drank to our hearts' content.  

A poem does not want to be left alone,  
So the next time you see a poem outside your door,  
Please do me a favor, and let it in.

When your heart admires
To live like a bird on a wire
Praise Phoenix, the bird of fire
Indian white clouds, we soar higher
To a spiritual world, if we desire
There is nothing sweeter in life,
Then to live like a bird on a wire

The breath of priests
Their voices thin
Whose fruit are we
We pray within
Finding broken roads
Where dreams explode
Priests are cloaked
Behind their robes
Lord, these priests are men
Let the whole world say, amen

the
sweet hands of victory
shall
ring
the bell
while
the soul to keep
the
grave shall weep
the
voices from
the
depths of hell
said
we want ice water
because
it's hot as hell

I walk along this lonely trail
The mind is a ship with a gallant sail
To be this piece of heaven on this earth
Surely, He knows my worth
Please help me, Lord, or tell me why
You hurl a piece of heaven from the sky
It landed and hit me on the head
Then, you resurrect me from the dead
So, I can return this piece of
Heaven from the sky, because
It belongs to you

Cupped-hands blessed the first winter snow –
That tasted like peppermint wind

The pines and aspens share secrets,
As they whisper what they know

Then, they giggled like schoolchildren.
In the snowy playground – with the red
Brick schoolhouse off in the distance

Their cold faces blinked and blushed.d
Like a basket full of wild freckled strawberries

Suddenly, fresh pine cones fall to the ground;
They chuckle, laugh, and then roll over,
Exposing their innocent souls to a fresh blue sky,
This all appeared in the first winter's snow

This, I am sure, and still am