Oh, Say Can You See

Kneel For Me

The Nine Muses who infuses my Chakras with wisdom, replenishes my temple with a thirst of knowledge, ordains my body within its tantric christening, and shelters my mind against the great storms of life

Kneel for me when my voice is weak
I’m short of breath when I can no longer speak
Kneel for me as I’m being brutality slammed to the ground
When no cell phone cameras are visibly around
Kneel for me when the boys in blue are choke holding me while taking me down
Handcuffed for a traffic stop, now bruised, placed in a police cruiser and taken to midtown

Kneel for me when they bust down my door
My wife and kids looking on, as I’m being slammed without probable cause to the floor
Wrong man, wrong house, justifiable by law, a rotten system to the core
Kneel for all the male lives taken away
One man blackballed on his knees he fought each Sunday as he stayed
A fascist president wil...

Hail To The Hebrew King, In And Out Of Time

Come, kneel, and pray with me, my Hebrew Kings   

Let my thoughts sail  you in a land of Illusions and dreams   

As this Nubian sovereign bows in grace upon her knees   

Once standing, our universal alliance is mightier than the roaring Seas   

Trees that sway and bend in the wind just to give us the universal sacred keys   

Yes, we are in the Book Of Revelations, the days of wicked thunder   

We sit in our congregational seats on Sunday, hoping for redemption through our sins and the immorality of our flesh will soon asunder   

Breathlessly awaiting the cosmic explosion of rendering the temples of Mt Zion to Mt. Olympus       

The expressions of my scrolls are told upon this Yoruba Goddess’ sacred wishes   

The mystique in ...

Mentally Clothing You

I closed my eyes and rested my mind on top of the moon

A place where you are one within the universe devoid of mental gloom

As I looked up into the darkness of the skies

The calls from the graves, with unanswered whys

I realized I was not alone

Traces of the past and my present footsteps embedded

Oh, El Shaddai, I continue to pray for an answer, where are we headed

I ask Yeshua how strife continues to exist when we are here too spiritual atone

How could this uncertainty of existence perplex us to ask where we truly belong

A figment of the imagination, nevertheless, to our eyes, the birds sing its dawn songs

When my soul waits patiently upon earth for the keys to eternity

The more you know, the more lips move, and awaken to be

In this lifespan a place where the mind rules the heart

Shredding...

I Was Invited To Dinner

I was invited to dinner given by  

Malcolm X, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, Harriet Tubman, Abraham Lincoln, and Nelson Mandela  

Miss. Love (Bloggette) “Thank you all for inviting me to sit at your table and enjoy this ceremonial dinner. I am honored to be in the presence of the past. Hopefully, it will sharpen my mind for the future.”  
 
Malcolm X (Minister) “Sitting at the table doesn’t make you a diner, unless you eat some of what’s on that plate. Being here in America doesn’t make you an American. Being born here in America doesn’t make you an American.”  
 
Miss. Love (Bloggette) “I have given unto society my political viewpoints, my productive labor, and have looked down only to see empty hands.”  
 
Harriet Tubman (

Death Row

Death Row
Humans waiting for repels, retrials, residents kept in a long corridor, leading to a black forgotten hole
Time to repent, forgive, yet, living on borrowed time for their soul
This is the most sensitive poem I’ve ever wrote
This topic alone can bring a lump to anyone's throat
The words Thy Should Not Kill
Immoral choices in one’s life, does Capital Punishment fit a Life or Death bill
Taking one’s breath away bringing their existence to an involuntary stand still
Sealing the presence of their fate
For some, this is such a controversial debate
But wait
 
I have to go on record, not meaning to strike a cord
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You are there on your own accord
Three square meals given, plus room and board
For crimes of nature, justice has deemed your presence to be hidden, completely ignored
Never to be re...

Where Have All The Sistas Gone

“Food for Thought”
Where Have All The Sistas Gone
 
This narrative is not meant to offend, or a derogatory slander to my African American soul sisters, or any other beautiful roaming race in its content.
 
The other day, I was asked to look at an interesting website. To my amazement, the website displayed several African American men, of several sectors, who are presently engaged in interracial relationships.
 
The question I most propose is, “where have all my sistas gone.”
 
Let’s examine some of the myths that seem to hinder the standoffish attitude of the black man, in addition, if these are adopted lies presented through the media, or visual propaganda, or a calculated plan to genocide the relationship between the African American man, and the African American woman.
 
Myth 1. Black women are loud, rude, and downright obnoxious.

MR. POETRY and MISS. POEM

I want the poem to be an experience - for both the listener and for myself.

Anne Waldman

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Rumi

 
Such a beautiful narrative to convey
Uplifting words at the moment we just can’t say
When we are feeling down and out
A detour through life or traveling a different route
The great times we thought, some have forgot
A poem to tell you, when declaring love is a long shot
Thank you and how do you do
Verses I give you when you’re feeling down and blue
No chicken soup, but a Get Well poem for you
My romantic partner is Mr. Poetry as you can see
An appointee to the heart, the real master key
We say as we please
Words given in laughter to tease
Written narratives to caress as a soft gentle breeze
To thaw the he...

Get Here If You Can

Get Here If You Can
Close your eyes, hear my sentiments as they cross faraway lands
A hard felt contender
For a soft pillow of surrender  
Don’t be scared, shh, never be afraid  
Now that echoes are silent serenades  
Emotions now hiding behind a quiet masquerade  
A never ending female’s dominating charade  
Once had it made  
Dopamine was the game, mentally parlayed  
No one is getting compensated for words portrayed, or displayed  
  
Get Here If You Can  
By car, bus, or a Boeing airplane  
You can reach me by surfing the waves of honey streams  
Feel the heat of unwavering passion as you touch me when you daydream  
Heart concealed in veiled clues  
Minds afloat playing by society Check Mate rules  
  
Get Here...

He Makes My Love Come Down

Mm… I’m in love with the stature of his muscular body                  
He yearns for those soothing sensation from this  cappuccino skin hottie                  
Sultry desires his virility covets the essence of my candyland when he dips and slips                    
His girth gyrating in the creamy sexsations of my carnal gift                  
Tenderly tonguing my Chi down                  
Wrists apprehended above, circling his mushroom tip, the swishing movations resonating, oh it's such a beautiful sound                  
Dropping his weight on top of me                  
Mm… thrashing in th...

Oh, Say Can You See

You gave us the throne of the universe        
Love and honor unto civilization as we daily converse          
The storms, the sun, the rains          
Manmade emollients to ease the discomfort of our pains          
The window of opportunity to ensue at our feet          
Life, liberty, and the pursuit as great minds greet      
You thou I walk through the valley of the shallow of death          
Labored breaths, that beaming light casted on my soul in the moment of time I felt          
A promise from Your son, You, we shall divinely meet          
         
The bombs are still so loud          
Faces eradicated as citizens who once stood ...