Afro Blue

It seems like when the wind falls
The ground collides
Meshing together to form a sequence
But it’s all a dream
When paths cross
Like eternity we seem to forget our past
In our time, we thirst for a touch
Gathering moments, sparkles they are
Faces full of smiles, forming a crying gong
Two hoping to connect
Relieving their life before the end
These two go on
Through the phases with a hold
They overcome and fight
Breaking their limbs
Crawling when hearts shatter
To pieces on ground
Guess our ways are the same
Too alike, but needed
In transgressions we’ll find redemption

Sibling Rivalry

It’s all in the blood
Pushed into the ring
Sweat pouring, jabs flung out
In a circle of hate
There’s a divide
In the eyes, when we look
There’s a union in the color
But why the confusion brother?
When there’s a reunion awaiting
Our cups have runneth over
Still the bridge is broken
As we walk, our sorrows pile up
Boxed into a circle
A ring of fire
Can’t you see drift?
The rift placed on us

Lately, the vex has subsided
Our time, to move out from the ring
Put down our gloves
In comfort, we’ll find the courage
In community, we’ll find the urge
To move on, past the vices that push us against each other

Through Time

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I feel like I was born in the days of old
Days of old, times of blue smoke
Skies with colors
Humans with terror
Selling souls, market things
I feel like I was a man, sitting by the road
With a placard saying, “bring back my soul”
Horses galloping by, dust blinding eyes

I feel like an incarnation of a past prophet
One with a robe marred with blood
Back from the aftermath of a beat down
Knowing all I did was to tell what I saw
Walking in the night
With a tobacco in hand
A flask full of water
Wishing my tongue had never existed

I feel like I met an angel by the stream
Her hair black with the sun
Her eyes sparkling as the moon
Music flowing as her mouth opens up
She, turning the wheels of life
Around her hands go
Humanity lost deep down in the well

I am a man of many days, I know
Of age and full with youth
Divided but ever growing
I walk through time
With a vision of both
I am here
With a voice of the way
The wind as my theme
I am the child of earth
To be eternal
I will keep the pace
Till I revisit the angel by the stream

Nas & Damian Marley – Leaders

look into the mirror and see the factory

Root Bonding

Heal the bones, cure the mind
The power of touch
Building up the tension
Bringing the heat with it
Hot as it melts on body
Stronger as the vibe increases
The night going on
The fire burning through
Two souls wanting to connect
Moving, twisting to relive the stress
Emotional wreck these two
As they form sweat
The sheets soak, holding
These two minds who seek to heal
Morning approaching
So they work with the dim late light
Boiling, never brief
Grievances left behind
Openings for the slow slow jams
Rammed, jammed
An offering to bless these deeds

Relieve your mind
Heal your body
Cleanse your thoughts
Free your soul

The Man Called Animal

I play the lottery
Never lucky, as my one and two’s vanishes
There into the production of mastered numbers
Another card, same story
I cringed the paper, free throw into the garbage bin
Walking on, thinking why I’m so unworthy
To receive the millions, my wants and desires
Nothing left but my empty pocket

The man on the street saw me
He was called the animal, I think
I wonder who looked at him and give him his name
Was it because of his worn out clothes
Or maybe his overgrown beard?
But in reality, hair is hair, as skin is to skin
He met me, looked at me
Saw me at my down times
With a voice, he asked “I need a smoke”
I asked why?
“My lungs need cleansing from the dirt,” he replies
“Here, take this pack,” I say
He says thanks and says
“Give me a flash light”
I ask why
“Cos I need the light to move through these tunnels”
“Here you go, take this flash light”
He smiles, and tells me I’m a good man
“How do you know? I have sin on my clothes
Don’t you see them?”
I see them, all of them, he says
But I also see your soul
That which you have repaired
With light, you cleansed your mind
Placed your soul in a zen of peace
“I don’t understand,” I tell him
You will one day

He never repaid me
I never saw the animal again
But I remember his words
I soaked it into my voice
In peace, I found those one or two’s
Not in papers
In my quest to live and find his words
The one he gave to me
So I say to myself
My luck has runneth over
For my faith is all I need
To receive, I will give back these ones or two’s
To the hands of lives who thirst
Not to systems that eat and never purge back soul