new sunrise let me be aware of your given gift let me be taught by you treasure you fully accept you before you leave me not rush by you in search of a more perfect tomorrow let me hold you while I can ,for you will leave me very soon one day I will go back into the womb of earth ,from which God brought me forth, or sleep upon the pillow of eternity until the trump sounds or lift up thankful hands to the sky ,and want no more to this world, to return again

you are my heart walking outside in plain sight the sweet breath of lasting memory  I will remain your love shelter from the wind rain storm of life ever embracing presence of need when needed within I know beyond any doubt before me there never was after me there never will be again

Let us yield to love for than we will see hear fall to the ground chains of hate that would  enslave us the soft clouds of peace will remain in the sky pouring down raindrops of love upon thirsty souls in dire need of its blessing ley us yield to love to love which keep the thunder storms of hate away as we walk this hallowed land

Memory takes me back to long ago, I can see the deck of the slave ship  I came on smell the salt air and hot vinegar used to clean away the escaping stench below decks hear the sound as male  slaves exercise as crew members play fiddler music while chains thud hard from dancing amusement my home was near the River Senegal on  the coast  the slave traders  ships brought brightly colored cloth beads *** cowrie shells to trade for our black flesh father raised cattle  rice maize this ebony man traded for muskets gunpowder needles colored thread for what he grew on the day of our capture we marched  during the long day tied to each other  given only thin meal and warm water tiredness bore down on our limbs each step canoes came on sea waves toward us fear moved down the chained line men women children were separated our clothes were taken  standing naked mouths were opened skin and muscles felt we had to jump up  and down while moving  arms  chosen ones were branded with hot irons marking each one cold wet cloths applied to the brand on the seared skin  I scream loudly until my voice refuses sound the time for hearing is gone rapid  waters fill with blood as some are tossed into sea for circling sharks to dine on the ship offers only sixteen inches to hold me  others have two and a half inches if tightly packed bodies are in the hold secured down my chain is nailed dimness cries of agony beat on my ears like drums I try not to breath in the rancid smells of those who have soiled themselves air is limited I wait  for my body to die like my mind and soul we sail  for slave ships must leave immediately before sickness breaks out if that happens slaves will mutiny uprising usually takes place within the shoreline when neared at sea chances are less to leave slaves who simply refuse to eat are force feed with the speculum oris  which is placed in the slave's mouth opening the jaws then food is pushed in usually rice or millet crew members wash away stench of blood  from floggings feces ***** from between decks the stink of vinegar drying in sun is as bad living is sometimes harder than dying

I'm sweeping the pieces of yesterdays dreams that crashed and fell at my door colors of blue red gold all now gone but yet to rise from the ashes like never before all thoughts and dreams born alive inside are my silent friends never open the door for trouble keep confusion away and in its place pray to fight the devil another day Lord help me find my way back to you

song caught in my throat that I want to let out  if I don't get it out it will take over me soft center building up with blue fire notes set to come with joy pain in ear when freed notes born on paper with struggle not to be messed with, come out whole or not at all truth sliding to home base

A fragment of memory floats in my head of a time when your arms welcomed me like sun, good news, safe harbor but that time is passed and love burned away like a two inch candle. turned away into dead sea there is no lighthouse lit on shore. pain now swallows me up , the flame of being put out blinded  tears silently serenade my eyes as I  try to look beyond these sad moments that have placed my happiness under arrest sun rises slowly but there is no consolation nor meaning to the new day dreams have no weight into the present ,but emptiness I feel my steps repeating the space I need to tread, choking on pity with open eyes belief is gone