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

do you know the hour , when all things meet and opposites join in the light of discovery in the heat of yes and the cold of no? in the wind of rain and the desert of goodbye? in free will and the mountain won't? do you indeed know the hour it's now

school is ended  it's time to leave .I must now depart memories gathered through time, oh it breaks my hidden heart clubs joined to make shyness go steps headed for manhood locker of experience  opened wide  books of knowledge pages closed ,I 'm  only taking  dreams packed for the waiting world to open and see shedding my old self to try on a brand new me

I am king appointed by God and the sun is my trampoline  work of artistry, the sun is my private stock color, the moon is my faithful broken stallion in the sky, my own sundown I capture blue clouds with silver chains mixed with gold, I make steady the day with wind gusts of playing leaves  running and hiding, the day is my sweet, sassy song of joy to God , the world is mountain tall waiting to be climbed, the world is my many colored coat designed with rainbows, stars, sunshine, clouds, trees, grass, shy, trees, worn buttoned yet loose, the world is a painting on my wall of my  house

I am king appointed by God  and the sun is my trampoline artistry  the sun is my private color  horse whisper the moon is my broken stallion sky is my sundown I capture blue clouds a soaring star  I rope and make steady the day is my wind gust playing leaves running  and playing the day is my sweet, sassy song the day is my mountain  tall waiting the world is my many colored coat  designed with rainbows, stars, sunshine, clouds, trees, grass, earth buttoned yet loose, the world is my private domain , filled with crowds

I thought that I could make it on my own but heard your voice inside calling me back again every time my thoughts would start to roam when everything is out of place my mind silently says to seek your holy face times when  dreams turned bad my deep faith in you lord is all I ever had  nothing could ever change it or rearrange it I live to follow your word as my guide want you at every turn that is made need you close need you by my side

you're the very reason that I hold on . the inspiration for this song made this man into a ever lasting believer surrender throws my hands up in the air  inside said show me something faith said come closer if you dare sweet love each time felt pouring through convincing beyond any doubt that I can't live without you  so love away please stay  you already know I can't play the game of round and round  up and down people go in spite of brokenness anyway so love away please stay such wonderful love has my soul craving and  i'm the one that you're affection is saving  so love away  please stay lord I want you to stay

they is a word that  is used only to scare those to whom it does not apply boo they say there's going to be a long hot summer coming early time for cops to don riot gear and carry clubs you know that it will be all year  they say some people just don't understand law with a side of order so you have to beat it into them boo boo boo that's what they tend to say I don't say and you don't say but that's what they say  very easy to play they say you don't need numbers or real thought or intelligence or a hood or bat or chain or any kind of base for consideration they just make it up and we blindly go along

throw out the old thought think in the new goodbye to old me hello new day clearing paths not blazed love for life nurture whom you can rage against hate feed those who are cold up  down around love all in the human race warm and don"t disgrace with misfortune  and distaste try to keep  a brave face deep woods or outer space cherish and protest the human race

let the free wind comb your dark hair with  the  inquiring eye  watch the  Nile flow slowly in the mind take my reaching hand and walk through the green swaying grass let the warmth of beating sun warm city skin stare into the mirror of standing truth and know beauty as Nations come forth from your ***** do not flee the hurricane of unchecked hate for we will face it together under skies of unmoving blue

the measure of man is not the size of the shoe or belt size or how big the head its the size of  the heart  the welcoming hand the dream the plan the courage inside makes the measure of the man of course on a different level say ability to create and even annihilate you see there is no half-way for him

the difference between man  and man white as paper white as shoe lace black as ink black as pocket  inside people are pinkish brown yellow red tan not much difference to see between man to man

the yes of your body is deep I aim the ecstasy of being forward like fire held back to long wanting to be held feeling as empty as winter of summer life  and green needing desire and touch if not shared the flesh takes hold of fault the dream escapes not soars the grief lasts for what might have been

silence ticks like  a clock inside  the world is us here in the room we enter to make music with the joining of hearts I kneel in tenderness not getting lost in the rustle of sighs singing tunes known many times before the faster we approach we laugh

some talk about national politics as if they were dense  a mysterious lover not always faithful as they becoming nostalgic while pumping high gas and taking home screaming prices on milk and bread yet hungry all the time for raises riding crowded buses to disappearing jobs drinking water from taxed glasses of debt living every moment under the dark cloud of need like every one else ducking daily bullets reaching out

my lips are convincing to yours my soft whispers tickle waiting ears industrious legs seek your presence when not seen I become the gentle rain in your garden the field guide to pleasure awaiting your solitary man in the palace of delights

hate hides behind the calm surface ready to fly the soul and limbs in death oil bit by bit  than scurry off later some sleep in the sullen night lives tightly wrapped containers of deceit black life will never inherit approach truth  tries to rise beyond the harsh winds but is drowned in redneck wine floating down the empty throat

time and earth we plunder  thieves of resources bellies filled with pride we can always sleep but never live again pushing houses together filling the air with death minefields cruel to ourselves and one another so easy to accept power over faith greed over truth name your poison I"ll  gladly serve it free of charge limited minds come forth out of nowhere to rule over you each four elected year  they teach how to pray  save yourself for congress or the house surely won"t  they will steal the air out of the lungs with taxes  making all want to lie down until unmitigated danger has passed

I spend most of my  time in longing  longing  waiting for you to come and discover me  but never really lost just waiting and longing my heart will know  you there are limits  compromises compulsions of love do you know them too  I sworn that lonliness will not keep my happiness adrift  nor embrace the venomous beast of settling beneath my worth for only the dead inside take chances and they always lose

I never knew his real name and my youthful imagination named him uncle funky the peanut man as bagged peanuts burnt were hopefully sold from a makeshift stand now on this June 2013 morning my mind slowly opens the door of youthful memory and I see soiled pants turned over shoes old hat crooked atop long gray hair  brown hands waiting for a dollar exchange as funk clings to the untended skin like fleas on a homeless dog whiffs released randomly would stagger a prime boxer the times changed with the town sweeping uncle funky away with yesterday and the past of bygone days and I wonder and it is"t a very pleasant wonder whatever happened to uncle funky?









ut to be sold hopefully from a makeshift stand now on this june 2013 morning my mind opens the door of youthful memory and I see clearly soiled pants and shirt old hat atop of unseen hair  brown hands waiting for a dollar exchange as funk clings to the unbathed skin like fleas on a homeless dog whiff released would stagger a prime boxer the times changed with the town sweeping uncle funky away with yesterday and the past of bygone days but I wonder and it isn"t a very pleasant wonder whatever happened to uncle funky the peanut man?

Pleasure should be taken in small doses lest when departure comes the soul stops dancing by habit strive to live each moment waiting ahead with a resolve not to be a hero expected to carry the crushing burden of another's dreams take heart in your rejoicing- because the heart is made for making glories from agonies not for sadness passed into empty spaces believe in self deep enough not to fall into ruins build strength and hope from scratch exercise the body while the mind _body remain fat and careless while waiting for superman

the poet watches silently behind the window of time the habits of both king and commoner translating seen watching into a pattern of rhyme thoughts floating through the mind like celebratory dreams of confetti and who knows what dreams may come pointing the way to future lines formed on paper pressed between pages of late understanding the flight booked for inspiration is due to depart at any second  mankind put on your seatbelts to soar under a sky full of poems that lie within the poet

grasping hands of debt steal life borrower belongs to  the lender while the king sleeps innocently behind shades of smart profit can  you spare me a quarter or a miracle for wedding bells never ring on half broke horses taking last chances of glittering exchange  despair is assembled waiting with nagging dreams of placebo days

I trade my moonless sky for the mirrored blindness of city day while wishing for swimming green grass that hide lying roots of tall country trees near lake-fish darting in clear blue waters fast moving silver circles into which poles of thought silently sink the river shares undercover secrets the room"s blackness unfolds as others reach between them points of light shine on pretend smiles of confusion deep voiced edge of tiredness surprises-fingers are unopened like the mind itself

I trade my moonless sky for the mirrored blindness of city day while wishing for swimming green grass that hide lying roots of tall country trees near lake -fish darting in clear blue waters fast moving silver circles, into which poles of thought silently sink the pond shares undercover secrets  the roo

















I trade my moonless sky for the mirrored blindness of  city day while wishing for swimming green grass that hide lying roots of tall country trees near lake-fish clear blue waters fast moving silver circles into which poles of thought silently sink the pond shares undercover secrets  the room"s blackness unfolds as others reach across space between them points of light shine on pretend smiles of confusion deep voiced edge of tiredness surprises-fingers are unopened like the mind itself







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I step outside taking a deep breath of shimmering heat pollution exhaust fueld by hot air escaping from age old trees that cradle night the open door of morning slams a closing  the house calls a goodbye footsteps slap city asphalt as cross streets draw near  pushing past a maze of houses silent as graves the opening mouth of the bus reaches out cutting off pouring thought crouded flesh with mixed attitude swallow space with indifferent looks time ticks on uncaring

look for me in downtown streets of yesterday memory drifting by or the silent corner of youth the tables emptied of sound and fury walls peeled of paint where panting shadows used to come cold nights the dust in the wind I am  the riptide searching a path unknown my windows reek of urban decay and rot my body's knees creak like old wooden doors my fire cooled by age I am of the world,but apart I am soul man time dancing to the beat of my lady"s eyes dark hair gone ,dome empty of waves white teeth  missing spaces I let love whispers fill my waiting ears so I can offer thank yous of my trembling past I look to the place where young and faraway dreams begin to come undone

the sun cries thatits to early to be put to bed yet night insists that its turn to shine has come the stars glow like huge eyes against the dark background of sky air is white shirt crisp stillness trim,down below on earth time steals days and nights of longing man dreams of ways to be hero, survivor often hitting a blank surface in thought violence is a steady interruption of life"s peace that leaves no choices

what  language   or voice does the wind speak? when love softly comes our lives wait our senses   listen expectation tingles the flesh and we cannot hold that we love and had when the lightning flashes tossing bolts at eatthly gains we go chasing after  what we  are destined to lose out of step with the present  and scared by the future that could have our lives glowing with hope

Attack the known and unknown fear waiting to strike a death blow to confidence, progress and achievement.  Lift up talent's voice. Let the world know who you are. Come out of the valley of the shadow of death. Never let opportunity escape your grasp. Jab daily and knock out failure. Climb hills of disappointment, with the the very best inside. Seek the high ground.  Never the low.  Be teachable to life's lessons. Listen to elders to go further. Stride toward the farthest horizon with God leading each step.  Arise from your bed of unbelief and walk.  Let your talents be stubborn and unyielding to defeat. Swim past imperfection and not good enough.  Climb out of the crib of woe is me. God made you for greatness. No life should be tongue tied by fear.

Attack the known and unknown fear

Attack the known and unknown fear

Flesh lying still at night, waiting to be touched tenderly not for ****** contentment, by gentle hands that put a wedding band on years ago, cramps await in in heels  and toes so that sleep will arrive before morning.shoulders need covering nightly while lying on stomach, stiffness plunders the body like the thief it is, closing in on rest territory. pillows wait at the head and foot of the bed. the mind floating in stillness suspended from all thought and jagged care of today or tomorrow, .hard work that was done has earned a rest that won"t  come softly

Dreams speak to   us of old lovers whom we can no longer touch nor be with creating tender moments that drown out cries,spirits no longer stripped of pure laughter or buried behind shadows of sadness,limbs join in sleep lack is not a minefield of need, tears are dismissed from lonely eyes of endless searcing and tired looking the storm has set us free. step out of the body into the light of  newborn day,night is banished never to return, land of hope walking toward fulfillment. lies are still born  in throats, not uttered, pretense is kicked out of bed.

your voice enters soft and female. precise words like fine cut diamonds punching through my privacy,clean but clear . silence is pushed back, senses leaning forward with anticipation waiting for more words to come like a hungry diner in a five star restaurant.

love has left the building, it was't  reasonable  nor wise, don't you know that we are all God's children here in his eyes. see me on Philadelphia streets and you look past or even turn away, it would be nice to live in a city where people smiled or hugged along the way, but this is not the real world closed minded folks would say, hate's darkness is approaching and it took time to construst, what ever happened to in God we trust,now i have a strong unshakable feeling that love has left the building and it's lack of affection and trust, love has left the building  and it's recapture starts with us.

we  walk around like we own this place, frowns of hate and disgust and no love for each other as we stride, self-destrusting the planet while chasing after pride. we don't really know where  we're  going without God on our side moving fast and inpatient with each other and not in gear and every waking moment  attacked by new wants and fears.  who do we think we are, acting like we own this  planet , taking self-respect and dignity from the  weak ones, and each other  and  are we wiser  and any greater  for the people and things in life taken for granted. who do we think we are?

When death softly comes  to close my dark and seeing eyes,don't  cry silent tears or whisper a sigh  while living here on earth i took a righteous stand as my child i want you to remember me and say..'' Daddy was a Jesus MAN" my fate was always in God's worthy hands and living  right now  i do  the best a righteous man can, let my tombstone for everybody read:DADDY WAS A JESUS MAN" seen so happy times and sometimes earthly woe people wondering where did my money and youth go. listen people to my words while you can just remember me and say"DADDY WAS A JESUS MAN"

you my once loving blonde haired wife ran away from home leaving me with a strawberry blonde rosy cheeked baby who can't walk or speak. that each morning rain or shine with love and fatherly paitience put into  a small wheelchair and often at night on bended knees with folded hands in prayer after i've brushed or combed  her curly blonde hair, and tenderly put her to sleep, i ask Lord, i know that she's not coming back home again and wanted to be free and this is not a prayer of complaining but i was wondering down deep inside  just what will happen to my little girl , if death comes quick and suddenly, who will take care of her Lord,what will be the  quality of  her life without me ?

The first time i loved forever was when i heard you whisper my name and i knew right then you loved me for my lonely days had changed. the greatest gift that was given was the treasure of yourself and i have no desire or longing to look beyond you, seeking out someone else. the first time i loved forever, was when you whispered my name and i knew right then you loved me and that i would never again be the same.

IF I TRAVEL SO MANY MILES AWAY I WOULD WRITE A LOVE LETTER IN MY HEART TOYOU EACH AND EVERY DAY CAUSE LORD NOTHIN CAN EVER CHANGE THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU  oh, this love makes me weep makes me cry before falling asleep- i feel it moving deep inside and it tends to make me sigh. nothing can ever change the love i feel for you.oh,you know each thought inside . from evil you won't let me hide. oh, your soul food and sweet drink you're wisdom and peace so nice so nice the Lord of my dreams in paradise. i don't ever want to leave your side  or ever roam, i've got your back on my own your love always says welcome home. i know that nothing can ever change the love that i have for you.

Without you i would be nothing  at all , your love lifts me up higher and higher and builds this  man  inside whenever i would fall. nobody  ever could come into my life and love away my fears and tears, all my faith is without a doubt standing true, treat this heart this heart tenderly like a child would a doll, cause Lord  without you , i would be nothing at all.

another lonely saturday night,nothing to do but wash my hair and do my nails, this apartment is starting to feel like a jail- if  if i had a loving hand to hold things would be alright and this would't be another lonely saturday night. thinking about walking the dog or taking in a movie, each moment that slips past on the clock gets right to me . i need to fall down on my knees , send up a sincere  prayer GOD's answer line is never busy,He's  always there. i'd like the heavenly  Father hear these words please, only your touch can make things right, after this  time  make my very soul divine there will never be another lonely saturday night

another lonely saturday night,nothing to do but wash my hair and do my nails, this apartment is starting to feel like a jail- if  if i had a loving hand to hold things would be alright and this would't be another lonely saturday night. thinking about walking the dog or taking in a movie, each moment that slips past on the clock gets right to me . i need to fall down on my knees , send up a sincere  prayer GOD's answer line is never busy,He's  always there. i'd like the heavenly  Father hear these words please, only your touch can make things right, after this  time  make my very soul divine there will never be another lonely saturday night

the sinner regrets ,he was unable to pray today, o lord. the sinner regrets, he was unable to pray today-he was sorry prayer was delayed' but yesterday in a lover's arms to long he stayed,o lord. the sinner regrets he was unable to pray today. when he realized  and found, that the love was gone,o lord, he went after the woman who led him astray, but he was shot by her husband along the way, o lord. the sinner regrets he was unable to pray today, o lord. when blood came rushing out of his side,tears of repentance filled his eyes, o lord.he passed away on a ***** city street, and was given only a moment to cry. looking up to Heaven he died, o lord. the sinner regrets, he was unable to pray today.

I"LL FOLLOW THE SUN AROUND THE WORLD AND GREET WITH GLEE PLAYING BOYS AND GIRLS AND THANK THE LORD FOR KEEPING US ALL WHEN DAY IS DONE KNOWING THAT IN CREATING ME I"M  A SPECIAL ONE

My  heart is filled with so much love its true , to fall in love is what every one waits for- someone special to call their own .fairy tales i know  never come true, but all secret dreams and hopes are granted by you. i will love on you let you love on me, this love will bridge eternity. shower me with your love, shower me with your love sweet Jesus, shower me with your love, all the love that i've been waiting for.