It is There

Write what you know

All that you learnt

You drop

Extra weight, unneeded

Now you are here

The lines don’t drag

I see lineage

In tongue, skin, dance

Leaves, water

Oral songs

passed through generations

Clear history

One never pondering

One accepting

Stretch out your hands

and keep going

quick question

Why does the dark seem sweet?

The lullaby and the tales

Desiring

I keep going back

The feel

The rub

Blue lamps

Eyes twisting

Wishes granted

Vices blended

Never hint of bitterness

Only when the light comes

Do I retract within

Don’t Tell Me

Time flies through these moments

Never tell me what year it is

This bliss, sweet

rings so true

In Case You Forgot

The makings of a supreme

Equals extreme conditioning

Empowered and confident

Black boy

Like a tug of war

Your face, snatched

Your pain, drank

Your death, sang

Your glow, rinsed

Extreme resilience, I must say

Micro waved out from the gutters

Envisioned

Predicted,

like the messiah

You are the clock

that keeps all ticking

You are the currency

that pulsates the market

From the turn of the southern belt

To the western lagoon of Lasgidi

You are the sun

From you, life exists

black ptsd

Flexing while in motion

The hate builds up when

Brown passes brown

That hate placed in baby cries

Brown destroying brown

Only the strong survives mantra

The crabs the hoes and the weak

Don’t forget

At the neck when you bite

Gutter jungle sounds bytes

Metrics and vulture cycles

One Dollar bill mixed with blood and

Vengeance

Passed onto my unborn

Repeating my man made history

Always left bare with pain

Emotions always tight gripped

No leaks or spill overs

Running the maze

Holding the cross for

Another’s man race

Homecoming

I think about you from time to time

Every part of you

The corners, crescents

The way your eyes shines when the evening settles

Red earth: your body when the afternoon dust rests

I think about you when I’m alone

You must know

I still smell

you

Real memories now turned into star pointing

Gazing when the night is dark and the moon just bright right

In my dreams

I stay in the clouds

Pass by some birds

Spoke tree tales

All alike, I found

Glory around me

Taste of clear thoughts

Water hitting skin

Already forgotten

That I had brown on me

Sun shining pure in heart

 

Tales at Night

The man in black

Black trench coat

Dripping of dreams

Nightmares in form of fear

Braced for cold

Winter rushing forth like water

Casting away summer sun

All here,

The night calling forth

Faith strapped in his holster

Bullets shaped for battle

War times meant for him alone

No help needed

God and liquor for guidance

The world consumed for heat

Hell a door away

Break, break

Brake then sweat

Demons racing for his soul

Spirit unchained

Shackles broken

Freedom, daily fought

The man in black

Skin melted with the night

Love a taste, hardly remembered

Still,

His path in the sky

Telling tales of perseverance

Light of the Land

What is heaven to you?

When you close your eyes?

What do you see?

I see peace in colors

I feel the breeze

I know God is speaking

Like the old Gold Coast

Nomads settled

In tribal beads

Future unknown

Yet praises touching the sky

Underneath, earth awakened early

Far from carnality

Technology in trees and birds

The sun telling time

Huts forming circle

Fire only a tool

Seeds sowing

Children harvesting

A heaven always close to my heart

 

 

A Beep to God

Turn back the times

To when I was young and mild

Joy always crowded on my face

Far back, past future bills and letter heads

Then, when a cry came back with an answer

Blessed by love’s early mercy

A circle cut shut by the devil’s false hope

To live and think of innocence never given

Survival scars forced onto one’s hands

scribbling away life’s birth marks

Crunched,

held,

walked

Then pushed

Some place far into oblivion

I, still out here

Searching for my father’s house