Griot

Worlds within

Waves crashing against the rocky shoreline,

calling to mind... Dreamscapes we have stored 

within ancestral memories

Spiritual pathways

Of DNA  written in blood, skin and bones

Taking US from our hiding place behind the bushes

peering through an opening

Through the rushes 

Of...

Wars of worlds beyond belief

Perhaps from the beginning of time

sounds of violent conflict between

We ourselves

As individuals and connective being

Everyone and everything

Just as... the very air we breathe

Land and Sea

Mountain and Shore

To what End... THIS?

Not to pretend it all matters

To you and i

As we stroll through the LIFE

Where we experience/yet know

Neither

BEGINING Or END

Still Oblivious... 

Griot

Masters of sound

not just history...

of past pain and glory

for times worse or better

talking books, tenders of visions

memory minders

keepers of calendars ...of souls

signalling... where what who how

when called upon called upon to bear witness

not only recreate reflections

not just lament to represent

to call aside, perpetuate signs

relay perspectives

address minds/times

To reconnect/resurrect

lost signals of/from the Creator

A frog sings ...from across the pond

another answers...

remember ...back

C2

A child's muse

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

we play our blues

reflections perhaps
of precious moments we learn to fly

an instant replay of something good

or bad happening that day

role play

ideas lost and found

intentions raised, in mind
though, not yet followed through

things the universe has cast our way
in the ocean of things to do...

of things missed or dissed

of circumstantial currents set into motion

emotions triggered from cues
real or imagined

some, with a flourish
of spontaneous chatter
and witty comebacks  

others
lost at the moment of imp...

A moment found

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

inspired perhaps by being inclined to realign  

hoping to find its missing parts

from once upon a time... to happily ever after

where doing the math... finds its answers

in unanticipated places

yet, home

where i, once stood alone... 

sense a soul source near capable of... filling the void

in the space between us... found love...

surrounding ...us

C2

Evil-Nomix

Imagine 365 tv monitors in a large room

Each one tuned to different stations

volume turned up to the sky

spreading the news

Or Is it

Just more of the daily Blues

Cain and Abel stories

magnified

In every dimension

Chock Full of evil rising

And All Hell breaking loose

Trying crack-baby hard

Not to mention

The Not-Christian Right is getting uptight

Because Nazis and Terrorists

are joining their cause

Cause UGlyis beautiful... 

cloaked in the smoke 

that ensues

Mankind

Deaf? Dumb? Blind?

What?

Who?Yours? Mine?

The Good! The Bad!

The Butcher The Baker

The Giver The Taker

The SmokerThe Joker

We Come We Go

as we Express our spirits

Characteristics

With our Bodies and Minds

Running like a river

Until we reach the ocean of life

When we run out of

Time

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Soul free

The very idea

that you would be Forbidden

to know your history

to read for yourself

How to plant the seed

of a history you might use

to reconstruct an identity

before the creator

that you might be enabled

to take the necessary steps

to take you from the first

to the next

To learn about every war

we may ever hope to win

We must find our strength

we must know our enemy

every battle ...

Spiritual

Holding on by means

Exceeding my most extreme power limits

i soon realize… There’s no disgrace

Calling to a higher power

than i alone

To state my case…

Whenever i need to reinforce

My real or imagined strength

Beyond my limited ability

To meet the tasks i am called to undertake

To resist demonic forces at hand

When i must bend before i break

Taken to the place i must make my stand

And pray with whatever wisdom i may find

At the very moment i am called upon

To act upon what challenges Stand before me

As i sta...

The Watchful (Revised)

Not sure
How this whole thing went

from blessed life in the garden
to sup and dine with the divine…

To lost hope and an inability to speak
In the language of the love.

Perhaps, someone trusted with the gift
Got careless, lost or foolish …

got cast adrift

Lost faith and went astray, perhaps
Fell into bad company …got misaligned,

laid down with swine,
Sold their soul for cheap sex and wine

Abandoning all contact with the most high
The fountain of youth went dry…

And the blessed state of being which had existed
Between one sphere of influence and the next

Got corrupted/Left us… as adversaries
All civility …became lost in our missteps

As our willingness to understand …
slipped

Mistakes, became …
our new routine   

Lost confid...

Synergistic(Revisited)

With Love Emotion 
suggesting 

Bonds stronger than 
mere presence of mind 

Soul-seeking 
Raised to the power of Will 

Rather

than surrender 

Finding alternative 
means of expression 

While remaining true 
to source 

Bending time
Parting space 

As Moses parting the Red Sea 

Counting each our many blessings 
While the worldly spin the dice

Never thinking twice 

Playing the role 
Of high rollers 

from low places

 Until the tests of time 
expose their errors 

Faster than their pencils 
can invent tools 

to circumvent

composite truth 

Even greater than erasers 
can change minds 

Bend space Faster 
than the pace