BRICK AND MORTAR

BRICK AND MORTAR

BRICK AND MORTAR

Deconstruction of a historical structure
demolished in one single blow to
bring down a façade,
 to wipe it from view
No contract details just some
bulldozers and their crew
New timelines suspended
I think they knew
Hidden plans in plain sight
For your eyes only
and maybe for just a few
Either way
I think they knew
No contract details just some
bulldozers and their crew
Deconstruction of a historical structure
demolished in one single blow to
bring down a façade,
 to wipe it from view
The eagle has landed
its wing is broken
severed from society
a deep fracture
of  his-story
a legacy as defined from a
predecessor
and after the dust has settled
in the minds of men
Beyond the Brick and Mortar
I think they knew

BOXING

BOXING

11:05 p.m. at 1:15
Round 11

The audacity of you
to sit in ridicule of another

trying to act ;like you was
so popular at the time,
I personally have always detested the 
sound of you voice, it irks anyone
long enough, because you never
shut the F--CK up
Damn
Isolate the sound of this
insecure, hiding behind a TV
personality
individual
Now here's the ten thousand dollar
question, that  
there's no escaping from
the blackness of my skin,
every thought I have ever had
transferred to another has always been
central to the core of me
The point I'm trying to make is that every now and then 
no that's not it, not how i wanted to start that sentence,
since I’m just rambling .
I figured it out though

The negative energy coming f...

Just One

I dare not speak words or actions against myself,
to give you meaning in your definitions of me,
Outside of everything else, there was only one path
laid, there’s a selfless ness that speaks calmly there are no
attachments, undeniable in its essence of what and who
you were taught to be.
Stay grounded, not in fasle beliefs, that go
against the grain of who you are,
I am so damn  excited right now.
Thank You.

Inseparable

Can you view
 this picture
Sent
as a message
carved in stone
Asking
does it convey the
meaning of this song
While
blending notes with
the chorus of the wind
Telling me I
can never go back to
where time begins
To
the sound of angels
and harp strings
Grounded
connections
to heavenly wings
Alive with the
possibility of so many
things
Listen to
the sound of rushing
water moving thru
a stream
Transforming melodies
now carved in stone
Forming
blended notes
While
being carried by the wind
Picture these words
And
read it again.

P.R. 5/2...

Prior To Ignition

The spark I longed for came and went
A momentary collapse of reason and sanity
folded in on itself, became a dull flaming pulse
waiting to be revived by reading someone else's words
scattered about on the fringes of a page I cannot
comprehend.
I stare blankly off in the distance , still waiting to put
2 and 2 together to remind myself that I am here.

Just A Spark

Just a spark
a small light that can break thru
from inside to out, to a page
of creation, a meaning
that my soul longs for, just a apark
to create, to transform my minds eye
to cover this blank canvas, like a cloudless sky
waiting to be ignighted by the spark of my
creation.
 

Puzzle Pieces

Jumbled up shapes
with rounded corners
no straight edges
arbitrary lines of history
circle of destruction
mapped out in some
dying memory of a 
place that no longer
exists shrouded in
a stone monument
to be torn down 
sometime later 
when the puzzle pieces
no longer fit.

OLDE TO HURRICANE KATRINA

A HOLLOWED OUT SOUND
A TRUMPET MAKES
WINDSTORM DAMAGE
AND BROKEN GATES
STIRRING ECHOES
HELD CAPTIVE
BY BODIES ON
THE GROUND
BLOATED CORPSES
LEFT BEHIND
OF THOSE THAT
 DROWNED
LOVED ONES LOST
SOME WERE NEVER FOUND
HUDDLED MASSES OF PEOPLE
THE SUPER DOME ARENA
THE TRAVESTY OF
HURRICANE KATRINA
BROKEN LEVEES
AND MILITARY HOSTILITY
A FAMILIAR HISTORY
WHEN THEY BLEW UP
THE LEVEE
IN THE 1920’S
GENERATIONAL SCARS
AND MENTAL POVERTY
STILL A PART OF THEIR
REALITY
I REMEMBER I KEPT HEARING
OF LAKE PONTCHARTRAIN
THAT WAS 16 YEARS AGO
DOES IT MEAN SOMETHING
DIFFERENT
WHEN YOU SAY
IT LOOKS LIKE RAIN

 

SAFE HARBOR

THERE IS NO MYSTERY THAT THIS HISTORY IS NOT THE STORY THAT I’VE BEEN TOLD I LISTEN TO MY FATHER FROM DAYS OF OLD IF I’M IN THIS PLACE LISTENING FROM A REMOTE PLACE SEEING WITH MY EYES A PLACE THAT I CAN DWELL IN THE HEAVENS ABOVE HE SHOW ME LOVE THAT PLACE IS HOME COME TO ME ALONE I AM HERE FOR YOU,  YOU ARE NEVER ALONE MY FATHER MY MOTHER IN THAT PLACE I SEE YOUR FACE YOU GAVE ME LIFE  LOVE SHONE DOWN ON ME A PLACE MY DESTINY SHOW ME THOUGHTS REFLECTED ONTO ME SO THAT I CAN SEE  ABOVE ME QUIETLY I COME ALONE I APPROACH YOUR THRONE MY FRAIL HANDS ARE WORN  TAKE ME HOME FORGIVE ME MY WRONGS THIS JOURNEY HAS BEEN LONG TO FIND YOU IN THIS PLACE THIS NOW THIS PLACE THIS PLACE  HOLD MY HAND AND WALK ME THRU THIS PACE SLOW ME DOWN I DO WANT TO RACE THRU THIS TEACHING I AM WILLING TO BELIEVE YOU I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO I TRUST YOU MY TRUTH IS FROM YOU THE SOURCE OF MY STRENGTH COMES FROM YOU I LOVE YOU.

Silent Empathy

IMAGINE BREATHING IN

SOMEONE ELSE'S PAIN

THEIR MOMENT OF HEARTBREAK

BUT DON'T STAND TO CLOSE

GIVE THEM ROOM 

TO BREATHE

TO EXHALE THE TEARS

THEY HAVE HELD IN

FOR THE SORROW THEY FEEL

IN BEING BETRAYED AND

WHEN THAT MOMENT HAS PASSED

OFFER YOUR FRIEND A HUG

AND POUR THEM ANOTHER

GLASS OF WINE

SIT AND LISTEN

IN SILENCE

AND LET EMPATHY

FILL THE ROOM.

AND HOPE WITH TIME'S

PASSING

THEIR HEART WILL BEGIN TO

MEND

FOR THAT PAIN TO BE LESSENED

WHEN SHARED WITH A FRIEND

FOR WE KNOW A HEART CAN

ONLY HEAL 

WITH FORGIVENESS

FOR ALL THINGS.