The World Goes Round & Round

Past a man sitting on a corner

He was assessing the damage

To one foot

As people passed by

Making their way to different

Destinations, some looked

At him others went on about

Their business

I wondered what was going

Through his mind

No one knew his situation

Judgment is saved for a higher power

He continued to caress his ailing foot

All the while keeping his head down

All I could think of

The world goes round and round

The richer become wealthier and the poor

Are just after thoughts…

  

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

I am not preaching or ranting but there has been so much going on lately around the world it amazes me why would anyone want to keep trying to survive all the mayhem and destruction, the injustice is God listening?  

The cries and moans of his women losing their children, men, father’s cradle empty arms.  Are we so lost we cannot see the beautiful rainbow in between the hate and disillusion?  

Does he see our innocence being lost on the cold streets of the concrete jungle? 

This cannot be all there is to life…

Faith, love, hope, peace, unity, justice, have just become words lost in alterations

I bow my head in submissiveness wondering what is next, what is next, what is next….

 

Room 13

There is nothing about this 
Room that holds
Memories of jubilant times
The walls shout out dysfunction
The floors cry from being stepped on
Furniture cowers in the corners from
Witnessing many nights of broken promises
Shattered reminisces of sordid colored walls

Stupor

 Standing still unmoving

Always in one place not growing

Afraid to adventure out into the world

Making excuses has become a bit boring

Life must continue to cultivate new dreams

Wake up till the land plant the seed of wonderment

Water it with tears of laughter

Imagine what tomorrow will be

If you wake up from your stupor

Before tomorrow disappears

Senses

Sensual kisses

Erotic images

Nubian beauty

Strength, desire

Echoes of voices

Screaming in unison

...Losing your senses

Drift

We are drifters passing through life

With no roots to hold us down grounded to mother earth

In spirit we live knowing you can kill the body not the soul

Voyages sometimes lead us in directions we do not understand

Comprehension comes into clarity once we open our hearts

Stop living from the mind

Where ambiguous emotions confuse and

From conscious sentiments where truth is

Sometimes obscured in hollow laughter

And silent tears

There is no anchor tied to our life

Without that, we drift…

Sarafina

Every night she took her place

Seated on top of the baby grand piano

Closed her eyes letting the riffs

From the the ivories invade her soul

Smoke made a halo above her head

A white rose adorned the baby grand

...which was her signature mark

Inhaling deeply she lost her- self

Becoming a part of the song

Belting out the lyrics in her euphonious voice

Spinning a spell over the crowd

…pulling them in

Beguiling the men with her body

 and women  she connected

… with her lyricism

No one knew what she endured

All they witness was a woman sitting

 on top a piano singing a song

But if they listened closely to her lyrics

They’d know of the abuse she endured

Both physical and mental

Covering up the black eyes with make-up

…that will fade in time

But the scars left on her body

Hidden beneath her clothes forever

A reminder that a man who once loved

Her turn the beautiful colors she use

To see through eyes filled with

Hope ,love, compassion to

disdain, cynical, her truth

Sleepless nights from crying her heart out in silence

She thank god her womb was closed and she

Didn’t have to worry about bringing children

Into her madness

Still every night she did the one thing that kept

Her sanity

She sang that same song people heard

…and never tired of  hearing every night

Maybe the tone would be altered

the verses rearranged, but her words

she never changed

It was her song and no one else could sing it only

Sarafina