Masters of sound

not justhistory...of past

pain and glory

for times worse or better

talking books

tenders of visions

memories

keepers of calendars

...of souls

signalling...

where what who how

when called upon calle...

my intent
was for this to be squeaky clean
content acceptable for any poetry contest
or submission to any literary magazine
edible
palatable
safe to enjoy like cotton candy
make your foot tap to Miles Davis
snap your fingers to Cab Callowa...

Deep stimulation

Convos from the lung’s depth

Expelled from isolation

A blank space with no one else

And so I am the company I keep

- Jg

Like a child's toy
brings joy, amusement, comfort...

we play our blues

reflectionsperhaps
ofpreciousmoments welearnto fly

aninstantreplayofsomethinggood

or badhappening that day

role play

ideaslost and found

intentions raise...

in a place

where the music in my head

and the rhythm of my heartbeat

coincide

in a rare mood

where bits and pieces gathered from the dark rich earth

within my skin

somehow find the necessary spark

to dance to life

inspir...

You walking around with a chip on your shoulder and those crackers on your shirt. A bad attitude and looking rough, at least pick a struggle. Rumble young man rumble but always remember to first humble young man humble. Remember that you are an in...

America no longer has morals or humanity toward fellow

human beings

What an administartion

talkin bout the one ruling the nation

No humanity humans r just a video game

Bombing killing folks in boats they acuse

of halling drugs we...

Really dont get into writing much

but I keep at it got to keep Mind Spirit

Soul heart all in touch

Time now movin so fast as I surpass

my elderly years

but still I pick up that pen

Twilight Zone Atlantis Moon Landing

Cut Up in...

A beautiful equation, you plus me

Where peace and love is all we need

Hugs from under honest sleeves,

And long leashes to let respect be

Plenty seen but no image like we,

Not almost, slightly, or in between

A together...

Cant b bought

cant b sold

the one thing I set

out for my goal

Enjoy Freedom of Free Will

from birth this was given in

my complexities of life

made simple in my moments

of livin

Like birds on the wing cheerful

as they ...

What!

I seen Jesus in Harlem

Yes!

The Son of the Father

Walkin down 125th and Saint Nic

Floating on Desperate prayers and soul claps

The Son of Man Had rust colored dreads

And a triple black leather trenchcoat

Performing ma...

They fight for the freedom of a country that isn’t free

Forged in hypocrisy

Aim the bullet at the eagle for sport

And still somehow believe this is a democracy

Pledge allegiance to the flag for which it stands

A life of liberty, an ...

What is the point of chaos

But to excavate our breathing

To curse or praise the life that we’re received in

To make us question the pretense of our dispositions

To move us to our final missions

To gather pen and write about our sens...

Do the ancient bloodlines

Even dream

Or do they lie asleep

In forever mourning of the past

No hope for the future

Given the derision of illusion

As history repeats

We dare step into the footprints

In which we could only dar...

Power ~

is in the hands
of the rich

`while . .

the hands of the poor
hold their bits

he who has
gets

and:

he who has not
gets not

everyone gets f u c k e d

they who have not . .

can’t se...