thursday mornings......

cloud nine tripping
cell phone ringing
heartbeats racing
guitar beats pacing
underarm sweating
pulse nerve wrecking
head still a-spinning
mind, body a-tingling
bubble gum blowing
happiness glowing
melancholy bluesin'
whenever i'm leavin'
must be a blessing
you are the lesson
and i am listening
to your sermon.

looking glass

uneven symmetry
force feeding mentally
bi-partisan bigotry
raving homosexuality
transmitting sexually
all over rapidly
like an allergy
spreading ferociously
abnormal pathology
government deceivingly
revisiting slavery
potential catastrophe
engulfing this country
and we effortlessly
accepting this chemistry
examining figuratively
and not realistically
living too liberally
threading too lightly
for fear of anarchy
handicapped mentally
producing negative energy
to this genetic biology
that separates us ethically
skin deep dichotomy
splits us negatively
as we swim gaily
in this bellowing cacophony.

burnt/out

i am trying to synchronize my feelings with yours
i've bent my back as far as i can for you already
what more do you want from me?
what more can i possibly give that still wouldn't be enough
i am soon nearly on the verge of giving up......

i am constantly worrying about what you will do next
this is just not the way for me to live anymore
my heart races thinking of the endless possibilities
i just can't bear the thought of this happening to me again
i'm not perfect but damn! i am trying believe me
is this what i deserve? i'm on the verge.......

i just wish i could live a lil more carefree
i just wish i could trust you completely
i just wish that you make me feel like you're full of me
yet still hungry for more
would a pound of flesh be the ultimate sacrifice
my heart and soul i have left to give
but this burning on earth is not how i wanna live.

free spirit

i am a peace seeker
the cool and the calm
i am a heart healer
i am that soothing balm

i am the spirit speaker
of words and divine wisdom
i am piercingly glowing,
growing towards his kingdom

i am a humble martyr
i come before you on my knees
i am the quiet listener
to those in solitude and in need

I am the Most High, El Shaddai
The Beginning, the end and everything thereafter
All that there was and ever will be
I am what I am, the ever-living Father.

"to pull a branch of a tree" (a verse for Darfur)

I shed a tear today, for the children of Darfur
overcome by the images of starvation and broken souls
and bones of God's children taken down in cold blood
not given a chance to live life as they should.

I try to understand the pain etched in tears
dying at three....four......five and six years
the blood soaked hands from leaving loved ones behind
hangings on the violence and disease vine.

my brothers and sisters, you are my kin
displaced from your homes for the sake of cleansing?
walking down the long roads of uncertainty's time
nightly raids and separation from your bloodline

from your seed, taken! sent off to training sins
learning to savagely kill someone else's children
guns and ammunition replacing books and pencils
messages of death and hate are your eating utensils.

Arab and African dichotomy, how does this fit?
aren't these deviations from God's blueprint?
I know, I know, I shouldn't dare question Him
but I am begging, pleading, for some understanding.

I need the answers to this senseless killing
my hope in mankind is slowly lessening
from Imus, to Jena and this damned war
fighting for oil I hear, and what of weapons of mass destruction?

when the ills of Africa are killing my brethren
when the soil of Africa is slowly eroding
blackening, from bloodshed and senseless slashing
my brothers and sisters' spirit fading......fading......fading.

but still chanting those freedom songs, (Amalda!)

my children of Darfur I will cry with you
as blood red rivers run beyond a thousand miles continues
repatriation waits just around the corner mile
as mass graves give life to new soil....

from new soil births new beginnings
God's children fear not! for he is listening
And so am I, I will never stop praying
I must spread hope's message for a peaceful ending.

mona lisa.

Starting out as a lump of sand
that you toss right and left in your hand
wondering, how you will bring to life your master plan
of your imagery of what I should be.

The vision can sometimes seem unclear,
adding water here and there to soften the texture,
the grandmaster of this whole scheme says you should mold it... this way but so many temptations on layaway.

So you set your foundation and start to mold your view
this picture seen by so many but only understood by you
trying to bring something a lil different than what was there
before. so sure, that yours will be the artwork that stands out.

From a lump of sand into a tall statue
using me to rediscover the real you
not knowing the true you always was
Cuz, though you deviated from your original plan -
tossed and turned from hand to hand,
trying to change shape for every different situation
your essence remained the same.

no one could dismount you as you stood tall
like a big tree no axe could ever befall
yes you stand tall now for all to see
from a lump of sand into the perfect artistry.

"Exes" (am I not enough?)

Men are
some strange creatures
I just can’t seem to figure them out.
No doubt I want to love you
trust me I do, but with your you know who's
ringing off your phone
I sure hope they’re still there when I am gone.
I see right through their antics, tastes acid,
to think they’re the ones that left you,
dare say used you? I can’t say, I wasn’t there
I can only go by what you say.
You say I’m over reacting by
what I see as disrespecting but I
don’t think you’re understanding.
These small things turn into big something’s
and I just ain’t laughing no more.
The more I think the furtherer I’m moving on
again it’s the simple principles we live on
but you play it off cause you don’t want to change or rearrange your style
all the while wanting my love.
Do you know what sacrifice is made of?
I want to believe what I see in your eyes
but it looks just like the same old brother in disguise.