the casualties of  war
it shocks me
to the core
the
barbed wire fences
at your door
then
we ask
for peace
once more

as long as
the
stars are shining
the
lord is
my daily bread
thus
ask
the lord
for
the
shepherd's light
to
walk by faith
and
not by sight
as long
as the spirit
moves me
as long as the
stars are shining
still
towards
the
Shephard's light

crying
is
the
sweet blue rain
that
cleanse the heart
from
the
spirit of God
while
the
rain flows through the heart

oh lord there are so many
mountains for me to climb
if i still cry inside the line
yet I’ve turned over
every stone in my mind
yet some things are hard to find
we shall never know this time
when there are circles in my mind
yes the world is sublime
but if I still cry inside the line
oh lord when will I know
where there is to find
and maybe
the heart will sing next time
if i still cry inside the line

when
worlds collide
like
billiards ***** provide
red blue and green
outside
with
flashes of light
inside
the
soap bubbles
collide
thus
creating
a kaleidoscope
with
another
world inside

lord
after
the storm
i
shall get down
upon
my
knees to pray
thus
with
all of my heart
i
am sure
i
want to
serve and follow
the
will of God
to cleanse thy heart and soul
who
brings me joy
and
delivers
me
a perfect peace
after
the storm

What is the
Slave masters’
Goal

Separate a man
From his soul

Takes away his
Language and culture
To gain control

oh lord
every break of dawn
i
shall
see
the
sunrise
in
her jasmine green eyes
and
all
the
light
have not gone
through
her
sweet smile
lord
restoreth me again
every break of dawn

I was the first to cry
when daddy died
lying there so peacefully
in his golden casket
yet, I give him so much grief
being the youngest boy
in the family
always competing with my older
brothers for Daddy's affection
oh, what laddy I was back then
mischief knows me well
as long as I live,
on the face of this earth,
your son will earn his due, first
yet, prove his worth

Lord this boy is bright
as a ten-watt lightbulb
well, he needs some home-schooling
to properly integrate himself
into our society
Lord, don't send this boy to hell
take the gun out of his hands
please give this boy a chance
Oh Lord, don't let him drink
from the poison well
just because he wants to be a man

Before marching
To our graves
Time leaving
Her mark
On all of us
Waiting for
Your soul to
Be saved

sweet death
be
not afraid
to
dance
upon
thy sweet grave
while
the
devil
who plays
a mean red fiddle
kindle the fire with flame
shall
dance
upon
thy sweet grave

the road to slavery shall die
this Profitable enterprise
so full of lies
someone's property or human chattel
chained in the belly of the slave ships,
side-by-side
chained by feet and chained by hands
where
the rights of men denied
Lord, we curse the vipers,
the maggots and the flies

love
you shall not
erase me
nor
shall you
replace me
than
our
love is
inseparable
only
because
your
love
embrace me

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

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

The edge of
Your smile,
As free as
A bird
Now, we
Can fly

Shattered moon, don’t cry
Thy will be done
The lord will let you
Fill this sky and teach
This heaven
How to multiply
Lord, fill this sky

Let our hearts know
what our hands shall do
and I know for sure
to embrace you more  
yet to touch your tender soul
Forevermore and nothing less
Oh, what young lovers
must do as I confess
thus to seal our faith
with serendipity and grace
enchanted with
red blue and green light
with a bit of indigo
in between them
so much so
thus to find
a quiet place to
for our love to flourish so
that we embrace
this sacred moment more
with a gentle kiss
upon your sweet lips
and surely to know
anywhere the heart must go

thy
heart
like
the
sacred butterfly
is
transformed
through
the
light of God
yes
he
will provide
yes
he w

the
walls
shall lean in
to
listen
when
truth
speaks again
and
the
light
shall
cleanse
the
heart and soul

say thy name
restless eyes
shed your tears
then say no more
thy will be done
this holy place
this mighty blade
shall pierce this earth
this golden shield
reflect this light
the hands of God
shall guide this steel
this God is real
as we walk in faith
oh breathless sun
say no more
victory has
found her wings
oh breathless sun
to heal again

lord
after
the storm
i
shall get down
upon
my
knees to pray
thus
with
all of my heart
i
am sure
i
want to
serve and follow
the
will of God
to cleanse thy heart and soul
who
brings me joy
and
delivers
me
a perfect peace
after
the storm

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

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.

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

behind this gun
a bruised and
shattered soul
when i am told
this is
my son
always on
the run

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

exploring your soul
exploding full moon
expanding your eyes
sailing across
the
storybook sky
just waiting for
the
ash rose moon

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

lord
wash thy rock
for
which
i
stand
the spirit be weak
thus
trapped in the flesh
transform me
into
a holy man
lord
i
shall be transformed
and
blessed
to praise you again
and
be transformed
lord, here i am

how
love
drifts
through
the
soul
while
love spins
dust into gold

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

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

Blue rose
Let love
Trickle down
Through your
Thirsty heart

There, just behind
The thick branches,
Are aspens, in the woods,
chatting with
The oaks and the pines

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

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

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

just
before
the
wicked storm breaks
while
young birds
clinging
with
all their might
to
the
strong stiff branches
of
the
sycamore tree
yes
we
are
the
stiff branches
that
bend and sway
but
we do not break
and
here
to
shelter thee

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

Drenched from the pouring rain,
The young Cambodian girl
Wiped her face and
Held up her rice basket
Toward the hidden stars
She wondered which way
The wind would blow
Her dreams are hidden
In the forbidden rice field

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

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

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

Your blackness
Boldness
Breathless
Timeless
Effortless
Togetherness
Lo­veliness
Oneness
Pure black
African queen
When the
Morning comes
As far as
The eyes
Can see
Black queen of the Nile
I give my love to thee

Brothers three
Inspires us all
So faithfully
Bobby, John and
Edward Kennedy
The dreams shall live
The spirit moves on
Hope shall not die
Brothers three
God watches
Over thee

once upon a time
Muhammad Ali said,
i
am not afraid of
any man
nor
afraid of anything
in
this  
whole wide world
i am
only afraid of
the
power of
almighty god
until
i
step inside
the
boxing ring
i
have
no fear nor doubt
in my heart and soul
thus
i
shall not
fear any man
only the power of God
before each fight
Ali would go to
his ring corner and pray
at the sound of the bell
Ali starts to stick and move
while
he
floats like a butterfly
and
stings like a bee
when
Ali
steps inside the ring
Ali is the greatest
to me

Liquid Moon,
You do not
Have to
Behave tonight
We are alone
Between this
Heaven and earth
Let these golden wings
Of love, take their maiden flight
Moon, are we alone