If life isn’t linear Then we’ve already loved Believing time wasted away Waiting for what’s already been If love isn’t chronological Surely there are no regrets Deja vu confirms What’s come and gone Past is prologue to future’s past Reality is never knowing you Even as my spirit calls you home Though we’ve only sharedContinueContinue reading “Poem: No Straight Lines”
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Thoughts from the Road: Created in Violence
We are created in violenceBirthed in painOur only constantsConflict and struggleWhat can we possibly Ever know of nonviolenceWhen even our peace is achievedWithin storms turbulentEnough to alterThe landscape of our lives
Poem: Death is passive. Killing is not.
Poem: Death is passive, killing is not. by LaShawnda Jones
Breathing is active.
Breath is sacred.
Air is life.
We are all created beings
with the same Right to Life
and unhindered breathing.
Access to air should not depend on
Assumptions, opinions, political views,
Occupation, wealth, social status,
Skin color, mood, hatred of fellow humans
or self-hatred. Access to air should
not require legislation.
Yet here we are.
Poem: Gwendolyn Brooks by Haki R. Madhubuti
into the sixties
a word was born . . . . . . . . BLACK
& with black came poets
& from the poet’s ball points came:
black doubleblack purpleblack blueblack beenblack was
black
Poem: Life is happening.
Life is happening. Life is always happening|It doesn’t accommodate our schedule |or ask for an appointment| It isn’t scouting for the perfect environment| or adjusting for the most flattering angle
Poem: The Weirdest Dream
I could see
you so clearly, feel you, even, and smell
all your scents – you know, the natural ones;
the perfumed ones; your hands – so warm, so strong
and comforting (all, your essence) – so missed.
Poem: Happy 43rd!
Can’t picture it.
Painful to never
see you age.
Unreal –
“I Am Enough” II Spoken Word
“He had 99 problems, but death wasn’t one. And it wasn’t any strangers, He sent His only Son.”
Poem: Everything & Nothing
Poem: Everything & Nothing
Poem: If, in leaving a place…
If, in leaving a place, Those you leave behind Sigh in relief and Give thanks to God For your departure Then you can trust that You offered no good Provided nothing of substance Added no value To the space you vacated. If, in leaving a place, Your absence Brings relief and praise Then your presence mustContinueContinue reading “Poem: If, in leaving a place…”
Harvest Life 