Malachi

My Boy,

There was a time 

when Black was a hue of untold stories,

Stories colored with struggle, sweet and wild,

A melody rising from hardship. 

Yet in that time,

This world and the next 

were always meant to be yours.

Tell the truth when you speak of our people—

Prophet and prisoner alike—

Voices echoing in the chambers of history,

Their words painted on the canvas of justice.

Ye playwright of purpose, crippled by the weight

Of righteousness, must navigate a world

Where hypocrisy stands tall, like an unwelcome pillar.

Believe in men who do not yet know how.

For Brothers are scarce in life,

And even harder to find beyond death’s curtain.

It is a challenge—a rarity—

To find such loyalty, and yet you must search for it,

Both in the living and the departed.

Speak of courage, of justice, and of freedom.

See God not just in the storms of wind and rain,

But in the quiet moments that pass unrecognized.

Give thanks in your joys, give thanks in your pains.

Love your sister.

Lift her above the floodwaters of adversity,

And when you do, the ocean will cradle you

Forevermore

When The Legacy Dies

To the Teacher of the Ancient Way.

Who can make a song sing without crying?


Who can truly live life without dying?


Set and reproduce

the anatomy of the truth


And by the height of a tree, tell its root

What is the meaning when a thought leaves you stranded?


Am I the fork in the road or the one who planned it?


Is it better to boldly question or remain in wonder?


Shall my thoughts unite before you or fall asunder?

Was it not here


Where men and women stood on the shoulders of giants that they too might become


Was it not here?

Where bright boys and girls emboldened to be distinguished


Soldiers. Carriers of twofold artillery. 


A Pen and A Purpose.

Inhabitants of this place are required by the struggle of strange fruit.


Rounds of soap whistle down and around hallway corners.


They know their targets well. 


Diffidence is martyred here.


Lost kin realign

Sir, to me you are indeed a mystery


Electric to the water in a garden of youthful minds


Daring children to be stronger


Men and women to grow longer


The Scientist of great FAITH


Runner of the Great Race

Transcending the complex simplicity of real time


You are uniquely incomplete


Your imperfections divine


The ever-willing sufferer of intelligence 


Tried, tested and reviewed for future relevance

Testament to the ideal 


That the law of life is not to conceal, but to challenge 


For truth is oftentimes revealed in the scavenge


We find that what makes one dare is the very reason one is here


Thus, to be painted as brave, one must first outline fear

So we honor you, Teacher, 


Your notes and your armchair. 


And until death is proven
,

Your matter lives on here.

Daily Bread

Dream boldly, with the intensity of lightning cutting through a darkened sky. Let your dreams crystallize into visions as vivid as the first rays of sunlight on a misty morning. The path ahead may seem shrouded, but each step you take reveals new colors of possibility.

As you conceive a plan, drawing it from the well of your imagination, you’ll notice the doubters. Some will question your ability, both to your face and in hushed tones. They will wonder if you can truly take an idea, fragile as a seedling, and grow it into something strong and enduring. But they are the same people who, when the skies darken and rain begins to fall, abandon their own dreams. They seek shelter, unable to weather the storm.

Rain, in fact, is as essential to the night as the sun is to the morning. Both are natural forces that contribute to the balance of the world. Just as the sun nurtures life, the rain provides the conditions necessary for growth. In life, obstacles, represented by the rain, are inevitable. But rather than flee from them, it’s important to understand that they are part of the process.

So do not let their doubts weaken your resolve. Instead, use their discouragement to build your inner strength. Remember, visions are not merely fleeting ideas; they are like newborns that need to be nurtured, fed, and cultivated. It’s not enough just to give them life—you must guide them to maturity so they can inspire and bring change to this world. 

Push forward—even when it seems impossible. 

Let your determination differentiate you from those who retire from the race premature of the gun.