Move!

When I move forward,
then I'm transformed
to betterment of my manhood
When I change, then I'm changed
for the greater good

Good to my ego
good to my overall trio!
Spirit, Soul, and Body
my enrichment and harmony
That is what change entails
That is what movement details

If not, I'm still in yesterday, I'm still in misery
I'm still my old self, I'm still in nursery!
While I can move and live better,
live richer,
Why dwell in groove, and be quitter?


So, I am moving
While leaving
Behind me
The old anatomy
Of distraction
To the new me with ambition!

Smiling...!

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Listening to ...

My feelings are hard to attune
Scattered over the sphere hard to prune
At times very cheery
Warm and merry
At times a bit blurry

No signal modulator
Can confine
And define
The very originator
Of the feelings and motions of my soul
The blissful or melancholy or I’m just droll

But, I listen
Beyond the chatters of blackberries
Beyond the universe of internet galleries
Beyond the thoughts of mysteries

Beyond the throne of an ego collision
Beyond the wants and needs of illusion
I learn to listen
Quietly

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Our Father

Our father who art in heaven
let your will now,
your will be done!
to us African
the black race
who are,
fallen from your grace
our fate and date
interlaced
despite where we dwell and differ
our place
we all in this
similar mess

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Blind leading the blind!

Self appointed cattlemen
leading the flock they capture
from what could be …
a green pasture
to the top of a cliff …
way upper
down to its bottomless pit
with an iron rod …
Ruling over with a false defeat

The flock
migrated from the core..
of their very existence
to an unknown obscure-ness
to a nuisance

of the world
that is tired of the infomercials
another poor child
licking an empty barrels
a blind lead the blind
from the land of quarrels
to an empty hand

© 2008

A beautiful thing!

So… it is a beautiful thing
when I breath and sing
songs
from my heart to my soul’s …
deepest floors and walls
to my intellect
where mystery dwells

it is a beautiful thing
when compromising
does not sting
with its bitter hypocrisy
when my bell ring
and I am found under mercy
to forgive myself and my doings
to uphold my soul and upbringings

it is a beautiful thing
when I firmly stand with what I say
yay or nay
to the notion, real price I pay
with out selling my day
with out changing my clay
the element that I’m made of
the aggressive that is not loaf

it is a beautiful thing
when I redeem today
lock the past in yesterday
WAS the day
my soul went astray
looking forward to tomorrow
holding my current
present

it is a beautiful thing!

© 2008

At cross road ….

One of those
Defining moments
Where turning left or right
Major or a slight
Adjustment
Can mean a lot
Can mean so much
To touch
The feature of my present
A notch
To elevate me to permanent
Change, that is so needed
Imminent
That helps me guided

I’m at the cross road
Of my future, to narrow the broad
Venue - with lots of choices
With lots of notices
With lots of promises
To bypass yesterday
Forever behind me
I’m changing I then say
a better me to be
frankly

© 2008