The air is music The breeze is a symphony So play for me a soft autumn That late September music Play for me those brass leaves and red ivy pianos keys Play for me Chicago Jazz On a south side street corner Perform for me that nighttime blues The lonely street lamp melody … Continue reading Images of Autumn
Month: October 2007
Happiness and Pain
In order to be happy one must have an end which is infinite and in which the journey is enjoyable. By that I mean that you have to have a goal which you are striving for, a goal in which you can take pleasure in trying to achieve and not just in the achievement. I … Continue reading Happiness and Pain
Poem I wrote in 11th grade
I’m falling- I’m falling up the stairs, To attic of my mind, Free falling to heights I could never hope to climb, I’m falling up I don’t know how I have no control And the ground is growing further- Further Away Away from reality Beyond neutrality I’m fighting for sanity Expression is banded from … Continue reading Poem I wrote in 11th grade
Where I’m from
I come from the colored section, Negro portion, red beans, rice, an colla greens. I come from UC schools, L.A High , Brooklyn Pools, and Meager means. Runaways: ‘wading in the water’ in Alabama backwoods. and gospel benedictions in Tennessee Baptist Churches. I come from communal towns from the Dakotas down by way … Continue reading Where I’m from
What I was thinking
Honestly, That I want to love you. I want to spend hours wrapped up In the way your individual thoughts unravel; intricate, sublime, unique. In the way you move, the curve of your cheek And falling deeper into the indigo ocean that holds my gaze. I want to run through the gently … Continue reading What I was thinking
A man comes undone
A man comes undone Spoken word poem Fake: The absence of substance -The abyss- I’m a Wasteland of An American Tragedy Run amiss. Societies questioning me While I’m pleading the fifth. Grasping the truth in the mist. I‘m running from life Like it stabbed me in the lungs wit a knife. Gasping bloody … Continue reading A man comes undone
South-Side
The days are hot and the nights cold and Heaven is a long way away. I’ve seen the shackled masses. I’ve peered into the forlorn eyes of government projects, And through shattered glass seen shattered dreams deferred. Dreams can’t run syrupy sweet if the streets are full of gunfire, and I’ve seen churches perforated — … Continue reading South-Side
Fermentation of Truth
Muse Let me roll down like water Cascading on barren minds Deserts of post-modern apathy Let my words wind Hugging the rolling tapestry Of the thirsty rustic hills filled with sterile farms Bread basket villages devoid of life Salt sowed lands lapping my eloquence Being cleansed by my mind traveling in liquid form Like a … Continue reading Fermentation of Truth
The Well Examined Life 