Jazz of JUNE

the bush of burning concern is no longer there

men are misled to bloodshed as daughters die in despair

reservation restricts the resolve of the shooter

"what are we fighting for"

death opens at the slave's resignation from struggle

the tyrant is made timid when mortality huddles

in private, the heart convenes with both the mind and the soul

redemption awaits the dead

from the Creator there is history, a memory of HIS mercy

in kind man is conceived, undeserving yet worthy

as captain & compass, the worker continues

all nations preserved by a song

war is achieved where love is neglected

faith is condemned by accounts documented

though some will die before they are born

the way of this world shall pass

A message for you

I wish to tell u something
what about is unknown, but if only I begin
it shall be realized before the end.
please know that what I say, though of the mind, is from the heart.
I ask only your patience as the direction is subject to change
soon.
this world has made u proud and yet lazy altogether.
u study what u like and learn what u love.
without as much as a care for the image in between
so long as there is substance at the core
it is the story u cherish.
the people, whom u love.
u are a leader born--natural.
whose PRIDE knows no abandonment
I beg you
do not die.
and if you must, let that be all u do for death.
harness all energy intended for your destruction
the masses shall gather for the production of your demise
yet they too shall learn it is THE BEGINNING from which you hail
as your constitution recognizes no end
at the hour of overwhelming gloom
be still
for time erodes only that which is born of time
and as sure as the sun follows the moon
u shall be ~after death~ as u were before the womb

One Street

We the people, dark but equal
light-skinned, but never seen through
gather amongst each other as lovers, sisters & brothers
dismissing the intuition to view ourselves with suspicion,
we live by those who dream, and die for those who listen
in keeping with common sense, we reap by consequence
ever-sewing the seed, our hearts longing to bleed
Stains
that run so deep, you'd wonder what they're running from
people who chose to sleep despite the fact the night was done
still we sing
for we the kin of the caged bird, take flight
not on winds, but on that of brave words
RE:connect
in the spirit of those who climbed into the night
our faith mirrors the moth,
in knowing we've reached THE LIGHT.

Sacred Words

Yes I can
and I will
but that is all I shall do for it

we are not the same
blood races that I may stand

full of fight
for the people
to the death
for the people

u would use
manipulate and maul
as you have
over and again

but alas, it is a sin
to stand silent
at life's destruction
my ruins shall not be your attribution

yes I can
so I will
move on
and away from you.

goodnight now.
for the morrow for me shall not include
that which has been
you.

as the mold must be broken
so it shall be.
the scattered seeds shall be made one.

they will look around them
and see the sky.

they will close their eyes
and see the sun.

full of light
for the people
pure of blight
for the people

in all ways
for all days
they shall be the brightest hope

for the people.

Mother Sister

For my mother, my sister,
my daughter yet to be
born is the life---eternal you are to me
all that was shed, all that was bled
spread out to the baptism of nations and races
queen
u are the song of my soul
the rhythm to which my heart beats
vessel through which I travel
shell of my seed, my nelly indeed
umi
love knocks at your door
won't u come out and play...or perhaps stay
by the window
allow the sun a reason to rise
share with me
a dance before dawn