Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Rick

A voice rich like velvet honey
deep and satin smooth,
the timbre of a jazz sax
hot and earthy.

Flowing in my ear
like a rain of treacle.
The sound so warm and covering,
melting butter
over an ear of corn.

Eyes the color
of a brand new spring day.
Crystal clear like a Fuji sea.
Deep enough to swallow you whole.

Eyes the windows to the soul.
Cool carefree vibe
warm spring day
its good to be alive.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Meet Again

The universe tells me~we will meet again~not with the weight of a friendship past~ but with the weight~of a butterfly~resting on a petal.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

A Black Thang

Being black in America/A black thang

Whats it all about you ask?
Its about confusion in you heritage-
About being considered inferior to other Americans
It's about stereotypes... being one;
trying not to be one.

Its about the human color spectrum,
from white chocolate and cafe'ole
to the ebony black as a matter of fact.

Being black in america
is about a straight or kinky
and a every texture in between hair thang.

Creativity and style
when ain't nothing to work
with for miles and miles.
Its about open arms for every person
and culture in this big ole world.

Double dutch and hop-scotch,
its about sitting on the stoop
on a hot summers night
watching the cars roll by.

Being black in america is about grandma's
firm hand on your backsides
when you got out of line.

About Sunday morning church
singing in the choirs.
Sunday dinner with mixed greens
a ham hock tossed in,
macaroni and cheese.

Fried chicken and catfish
corn bread and sweet tea
with spice cake,homemade caramel icing.

Being black in america is knowing
what soul really is...
and knowing more- than how to dance,
sing and play sports.
Its about knowing the struggle that got us this far.

About living your life with pride and determination.
Its about knowing; the good lords grace,
is yours- handed down like old clothes from
mama and her mama and her mama's mama.

Being black in america is about knowing
even if you cant trace your ancestors
back to a king or queen-
you are; a king or queen.

Its about being accepting of all you been through-
holding your head up and singing "Lift every voice and sing..."
Knowing you can take nothing and make everything
from that.

Being black in america is about love of family
Its about history or "their story"

...
future, past and present.

Its about all the good,
the bad the indifferent.
It's about life...
yours and mine.

Being Black in America..
Well its a black thang

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

At the Crossroads

Though we do not travel the same road~at each crossroads~I will look for you.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Web

The Web


Beads of dew capture the light
on a thread so fine.
True silk spun with delicate detail
the web so strong in creation.
The web a design built to hold fast its catch.
Sparkles with morning dew in spirals of beauty.
This web built with intended design
is a thing of strength and purpose.
Winds blown from the north, winds blown from the south
have destroyed this fragile wonder.
I’ve seen this web before at its best.
Busy little spider repair your work
or lose your next catch.
Your never ending duty you must not shirk.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Wishing Star

I wished upon a star~followed its light~there you were~bathed in fireworks~shimmering in all the colors~of my love. #musepoetry