softly soothing
and
implacable,
she releases her
calming fury.
drowning the silence
with her quiet
syncopations,
all heed
her power and dream.
drifting
gently
into
that primordial sea:
dreaming of
the chaos
we weave.
softly soothing
and
implacable,
she releases her
calming fury.
drowning the silence
with her quiet
syncopations,
all heed
her power and dream.
drifting
gently
into
that primordial sea:
dreaming of
the chaos
we weave.
summer nights’
wicked songs of madness.
calling forth
the magic
of
youth.
of what
do birds dream
when the
rains finally fall?
whistling behemoth
tickles up the spine.
tamed ferocity
laughing
out
loud.
and Giants
and devils,
roar with glee.
singed
by the fire
burning in me.
plaintively
unapologetic….
for what need?
beyond the edges
and the boundaries found within,
fear reigns,
as the prevailing wind
night
slow-ly
slips under
powder gray sky.
the birds
sing still.
the snaps
of bats’
wings
play like castanets
as evening swings
seductive hips,
calling fairies out to play.
and the birds
sing
still.
and
we wait
for the Thunder
&
for the
Rain.
a million diamonds
shout
in
shimmering ecstasy.
joining a
frozen symphony
in time.
and then
the choir
falls silent.
the magic passed,
and questions left
unanswered,
again.
build.
wait.
come.
spent,
and
waiting.
silence
is not silent
in a soul ablaze with Light.
that silence
is the explosion
between two
hearbeats.
so close
my eyes
and let us
welcome oblivion,
together.
in a
moment
of stillness,
revelation
dribbled off the
wings
of a
wasp.
and
i sought
its sting
on my
tongue.
I tinker about with poems and stories. That’s my preferred medium, but today I feel obligated to share my thoughts and feelings in a more accessible manner.
This has been a turbulent six months to say the least. When our society (I’m talking globally here) was first challenged by this ongoing pandemic, I could not help but feel that we were standing on the precipice of what would be a massive shift. A shift to what, I could not be sure. What was clear to me was that the lives we led before were firmly behind us. Everything had changed and would continue to change. The rapid global spread of the coronavirus exposed vulnerabilities in all stages of life:
This shared vulnerability united the people of this world as we tacitly acknowledged that life as we previously knew it was no more, and we were all adapting to a new way of living.
The more publicized incidents of recent racism ranging from leveraging systemic racism to threatening violence to outright murder in the United States over the past few weeks are nothing new. The pattern can be traced back over the past 60 years in the aftermath of the civil rights movements of the 60’s through the repeated incarceration, harassment, abuse, sodomizing, and straight-up murder of black people. Glance further back to the Jim Crow laws and lynchings in the decades following the abolition of slavery. Track back further through the despicable times of slavery, which institutionalized not only the condition of Black people, but also the lens in which we were perceived.
This sickness will not be cured easily.
But step aside a moment from the continued denigration of a people based on the color of their skin. Often defended and “substantiated” by bigots who discount the hundreds of years of intentional systematic violence against a people, which included the theft of land, and identity. These intentionally brutal acts of violence soon became systemic to an entire world view towards a people.
But now, try to take a step back from all of that.
Difficult as it may be, so many Blacks around the world must do so every day in order to survive.
Look now to how we, regardless of ethnicity, have failed ourselves as a human race. We have allowed ourselves to subscribe to governments and economic systems which are self-serving to themselves. Systems that see human beings merely as a source of energy and capital. We, as democratic and capitalistic societies, made a pact to empower our governments and corporations to have so much control over us.
But many of the governments and institutions in which we have placed our trust have failed us. Failed us through their incompetence and greed.
That is what has been exposed so far,
and that is why the world is on fire.
The curtains have been pulled back, and we can all see.
We can all see.
So now, what will we do?
What will you do?
I stride this earth
and her magnificence rages
over my entire being,
while Justice mourns in agony.
To which do I turn:
the fiery sun, blazing in defiance?
or
my soothing moon, sultry in beguiling calm?
art is power.
art is truth.
art is not a weapon-
‘less love crush us all.
alchemist of emotion,
spinning
hate into beauty.
But,
I am damned
and angry,
starving,
and fed up
with all ya’all.
but,
I love you too.
dancing lights
scurry twixt
unfurling leaves.
bewitched by the flutter
of bats’ wings