feather falls
from eagle’s wing
down from the sky
to
mind’s
eye.
from whence she came
I dunno.
but when she should go
I
follow.
unexpected
circumhappenstance
thrills
my heart exuberant
ly.
our first dance awaits:
tangled and fallen.
and whirled all about,
is this love, she asks?
(why must we doubt)
I rhyme with pride
because I must hide
anxious anticipatories.
I sing
to thank the heavens,
the Universe,
and
You.
an unexpected turn and
castle meets queen.
astonished, he floats by
lost in his dream,
a delirious reverie
of Beauty,
with a soul of steel,
eyes of starlight,
and heart-
Tremendous.
The game is on:
Surrender,
&
Victory:
inevitable
and
mutual.
and welcome.
“A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the Third World
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen!
Hallelujah!”
(Excerpt, Simon, Paul.”Call Me Al“, Concert in the Park, 1991)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfBB2NG93-Q
Focus on all the beauty that remains in this world
and
Engage with it.
Engage with yourself.
Engage with others,
even those who think differently.
and most importantly:
STAND UP!
“So I’m [gonna] need every generation to put your hands up
Cause you can only get ‘em off your back when you stand up!”
(Excerpt, Technique, Immortal.”The Martyr“, The Martyr, 2011)
pittering
(too busy to patter)
skurrying &
slinking.
daintily
magically
fearfully,…
trickstery.
stopping
in order to
sniff
my heart’s intent,
he turns to go-
and turns again
to
sniff some
more.
Keeper of secrets
and mysteries,
and this boy’s imagined
histories.
Guardian
of misty nights,
and impromptu
smiles.
Mr. Foxy Fox,
welcome home,
to the castles,
and pyramids
of my mind.
bring the thunder
&
the hate.
I gots more than love,
But let us permit the myth,
and rescue from it,
Life.
Beauty is our gift:
Through care, love, and devotion.
And farts.
Reflecting on rivers,
and
estuaries.
Moonlight
And city lights
vie
to be first
to wash away
to the oblivion
that is Jersey.
Music flows from the saxman on 45th,
and from under the wheels of the 4/5 at 42nd.
I’m just getting started.
Ghetto gymnasts fling through subway cars,
Half the riders wish them behind bars.
Dancing
with
suns burns
old souls.
Dance with me babe,
just dance.
that vile
inferno
twixt love and
pain and hate,
you’ll find me.
Ready
to knock you down
to love you up, or
to show you the wonder that is you.
or, we can just do some blow,
and see who comes next.
capricious and whimsical,
like a much older,
much angrier,
slightly less sensitive
Hamlet.
raw
exposed
hungry
nonchalant and
earnest.
lettered,
and on the loose,
a warrior without a home,
save the Love
in my heart.
Shelter for one.
more?
Finally,
leaves fall
and branches lay bare,
naked to the whipping winds.
robin’s nest
abandoned and exposed
Winter
approaches
with the odors
of Death, and decay.
ideas and ideology
pride and empire
dreams and naivete
divine grace –
all dead.
what is the shelf life,
of Destiny
Manifested
Completely
on broad scarred backs
and stolen land?
birth of a nation realized,
now comes the growing pains
viewed through eyes sardonic
of jaded young hearts.
Spring
hopes
eternal.
but not yet my brother
not yet my sister
not yet
Or is it just absolutely wrong for the press (AKA the fourth estate) to be purposefully, undeniably, and unapologetically biased?
For any reason?
I had to study “western” history to the detriment of knowing my true history. Was I the only one who paid attention? Have you not read, at the very least, the CliffsNotes on the foundations of freedom?
Seriously.
Y’all all crazy.
Fuck y’all.
Especially all you one time artists (actors, musicians,no talents) who decided to sell out. Don’t you dare tell me what I gotta do.
Read a book you ignint motherfuckers.
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