natures hand

Butterfly, butter fly

Do you ever cry?

Do you ever stop and weep?

Tender sky, tender sky

Hints of pink, subtle greys with a heavenly blaze

Do you ever stop to gaze?

Evergreens, for all trees are forever green

Do you ever stop and sigh?

Do you ever gain a jealous eye?

At the birds that fly or the waters that flow?

Water blue, water green, crisp and clean

Do you ever wish you could just stop and dream?

Negate your flow and just stop and blow?

Drifting winds, drifting wind

Oh when you howl we know when the time comes you’re never a coward

But do you ever wish to stand in silence?

To brush a cheek without a peep?

For I doubt if they all could speak

Speak to you or I that is

They’d never dream of conquering or wearing another hand

Because they recognize their purpose in the great picture of this land

Our mothers land, her nurturing hand, her face that should never be smacked by man’s hand

So why do we continue to turn her cheeks purple and blue?

Think deep the answer is with in you

From a far

Across the room vibrations exchange

Pleasantries are clear genuine indications

Moments lost in manifestations

Wonder why? Who? When?

Could this be a passing phase?

Or is it an ever lasting gaze?

Step By Step

Step by step

I am cutting the fences down

Pulling at my garments leaving me with a tattered gown

Step by step

Slither by slither

They sneak upon my path with out making a sound

One more to the pile, may all enemies lay in a mound

A live to contrive amongst on another

Lord knows they stick close, befriending even a brother

Step by step

Lighting up my journey

For the spirit walks before man

Substandard plans one thought were written in quick sand

Unseen to thy eyes

Wishful thinking, brought forth are those who connive

Step by step

Sweeping up the skin that sheds

For those tiny morsels are used to get in your head

1 step, 2 step, 3 step dance

Fools eyes are never hidden

Not even in a glance

Gone Like The Wind

Gone like the winds

Disappeared into the thin

Brushed by my cheek

Wouldn’t even stick around to give me a peep

Gone like the garbage lost in a heep

Like you dropped your wedding band down the drain

Instantly your heart drops and you can’t refrain from feeling pain

Gone with your love

Flew away like two turtle doves

Keep your silence and just stay away

Can’t even handle seeing you, even if it was at a distance on a far off bay

Gone like the wind

Went out like a rattling tin

Out with a cold echoing noise

Couldn’t even do it to my face with some poise

Gone like the wind

Now ain’t that a sin

Gone like the wind

Along with many men

Herbie Hancock

The fusion I hear

When jazz is in the air

Not a damn word appears

Orgasmic to my ears

Men playing along their souls with out fear

Percussion, saxophones, piano oh lord I think that was a tear

Tearing of my skin trying to let this music in

This wondrous compilation

Ridding of all frustration

Believe it or not my spirit is trying to go into manifestation

True music moves mountains, and sets your soul free.

Is there that man?

Is there that man

Im not sure if I believe anymore

Not sure if the intuitive lover exists anymore

Not sure if consistency, reciprocity, real love. Does it exist? Mere contemplation makes me want to draw a fist.

Love making from the inside out

Deep thoughts transcending in silences

Someone who Id wear no robe of secrecy with

The only earthly being I could confide in

Romancing one another spiritually

Glances filled with rich lyrical symphonies

Could there be that man

To love me for me

In quiet moments when I look into his eyes Id see reflections of me

For we would be one in the same

Yet different bodies wed claim

Could there be that man

Ready to show me his love dance

Caress my body and thoughts while in his man stance

Penetrate deep down in my soul

While creating oceans that my panties could not hold

Could there be that man

Who knows unconditional love is a possibility, and chooses to exercise it with me

All trials and tribulations wed encounter were just meant to strengthen our bond

Because he knows the essence of dreams to fruition starts with, I can

Could there be that man

Who shows me his tears

Lets me in on his fears

Mentally strong yet emotionally tender

When he thinks of me his first thoughts arent how could I bend her?

Could there be that man

Who knows perms and extensions arent natural

Long hair fake nails dont matter

That they are all representations of lack of self love imposed by the oppressor

Whos willing to see the beauty in his woman if she chooses to throw away the press and curl

And maybe shave her head or grow some dreads or wear her natural curls

Could there be that man

That knows his and her bodies are temples encasing the soul

Stepping out of the relationship is not a manly goal

Its just contamination of the soul

Thats deteriorating the whole

Faithful and true because he knows it doesnt take a day to realize that the sun is shining

Yet realizes that true love isnt always knocking at his door

Its usually loves imposter Lust that is breaking down his door

Telling him he needs to score

Enticing him to bust and slam every woman to the floor

Could there be that man?

Do you see that man?

An ideal is not what I just explored

Its what separates real men from being societys common corner whores

Just want to be

So I plug into myself

Listen to my own tunes

Create my own rhythm

Dance to my own beat

Fighting to avoid the shame that comes with defeat

Preaching to me a mile a minute

How I should be, how I should live in it

From the time I open my eyes in the morning

To the moment I close them again at night

Im fed smokes screens and mirrors, fragile like glasses

Empty and drone like they want me to be like the masses

Ghetto superstar, or chocolate skin with pretentious blonde extensions

This is what they forget to mention

When they gather us all to participate

And become brainwashed in at their universal conventions

Fighting temptation and just trying to be

What do they call it

I think it was

T.V

(words on my back in poster)