The Enlightened 1

It seems really awkward to lie, to shine incessant light On consistent game that I think would constantly win Your heart and curl your toes or make your eyes Sparkle as shattered glass on the pavement covered In raindrops but the world would spin no faster or the Sun create a more blue sky in summer’s shine if I told You sweet nothings covered in powdered sugar and Tinged with confectioner’s chocolate or if I signed my Name upon letters that would rival a revival of Shakespeare Or the reincarnation of Auden or Eliot or Yeats or Cullen And in the passion of verse the metaphors of my love For you would leap gracefully from the page as though Tied to the legs of the nimblest ballerina on a small stage For a small audience as part of a small theatre troupe and I could sense the tears spotting the classy scrolled ink on the Parchment-like paper as you read the love within and time And space would limit motion for a second until your breath Caught up with reality and the thought of me would ...

I pray that you remove this bitter cup I humbly ask that this load be lightened…. This crooked cross is rough Hewn from a hardwood with a grievous saw Is help on the way Can I sense the end of this sojourn…The birds call Eagles or vultures, tears crowd my vision Running as creeks angry after the winter snows melt Rushing, crashing…swollen with rage…intense pain And the sun burns hot on my uncovered face And the water tastes like a bitter root Relief is ageless and faceless…I’m blinded The day is dawning, the noon is mingling with the night The bitter cup runneth over, the plate of despair is full Buffet-style it seems… Crown my head in longevity and anoint my bones Strengthen my hands and shod my feet…forever I pray that you remove this bitter cup …and I have known that the unknown would shine its infamous face upon my life. The body weakens and the spirit dwindles under the force. Both are renewable but rejuvenation demands the most stringent price – love and loyalty to a desire of ...

I prayed and laid down to sleep And in my dreams you made me weep The oceans blue and the starry skies And from your lips you told no lies The earth fell away beneath my feet And in your arms I did retreat Hung my head and hoped to die And still your lips spoke no lies Trapped in air as thick as snow In times of year I did not know But the glowing rain I did despise And your lips never once spoke the lies I conquered death a million times And told my story in a million rhymes Your countenance made my heart rise And through this your lips spoke no lies

I’m not in the mood For foolishness or futile nagging We had a contract. We had a deal. 14 days into February means what? That our commitment is broken? I don’t think so. You agreed. I conceded. We pinky swore. Pricked our thumbs. Hallmark has invested millions into bears, candy and cards. That’s not my problem. It’s their issue. Their stockholders. I’m not supporting this capitalist tyranny. And you need to get a man for that. We are buddies. Lovers. Friends with benefits. Colleagues. Love? Never used the word In your presence unless food was involved. The Jones’ are really going to have you alone. I use Swiss time movement. Biological timepieces have no meaning. Yes your friend had a wedding. Yes your soror is pregnant. Yes your sister is engaged. Yes your co-worker had a baby shower. And yes, you are going to be alone if you keep talking about it. Hints? I don’t like them. If you push an animal into a corner, He bites. And bites hard. Until the blood flow is profus...

Stewardship. A long church word I never really paid attention to. But I guess as you mature you begin to take notice of those things that some time ago you could not sense would be applicable to your life. I got a job promotion and a raise last week. So as any good son would, I called my parents to let them know their Christmas presents would be slightly upgraded this year. Mama proceeds to give me the God Lord blessing speech and she mentioned stewardship. It seems that stewardship is similar to utilizing your assets. It’s simply taking whatever situation or circumstance you are in and making the best of it. I thought back about all of my previous jobs and in taking stock, I found that every job I received was slightly better than the one before. Whether it was a little more money, or better supervisors, or more responsibility or more freedom, each job was a little step higher. This review yielded the essence of stewardship – simply being faithful in all kinds of weather. I’v...

I am merely a passing thought You are the seed, the birth of an idea so vivid and powerful That gardens of bulbs and flowers blossom at your will and This idea will create patriotism and pride in the trembling Hearts of peasants and knights alike and you, Oh Grand Idea will shape the curves of Mother Nature and this idea Shall strike fire and heated perfection along the length And breadth of each silver blade and this idea will Burn true each tip of every woven standard raised and This idea will embolden the fortitude of every soldier And comrade as they stand in wait of a death so vast It stretches from their birth to the graying of their wise Old temples and you, Courageous idea will carry us Through I am simply a single voice You are the sound of millions clustered closely Enduring the hardships of the valley, triumphing over The anger of the wind and cold, these million souls Crying from a deserted wilderness in steady echoing Tones that rip gnarled brown limbs from trees and Uproo...

The season’s change and time my dear, will change you The same you, body will evolve, Mother Nature’s to blame boo Remain new in heart while hips widen, curves may straighten Your mind, a beautiful design, though your body loses patience Take this hold it gently; caress these words around you soul You’re black, always so feminine and intriguingly bold I never told you why I am here or what my 3rd eye sees in you It’s not hips or tits or when legs split…it’s the little seed that grew The day we talked as the sun waved goodbye, starlight on your lips You laid your head on my shoulder and my inhibitions slipped I came equipped to hide myself and fill our world with lies But the sincerity when you looked at me, passion in brown eyes The seed of love grew to respect and sprouted leaves of dependence I needed you unconditionally, and the future whispered, “descendants” A nation with you, king and queen, we’d start a labor of love Your essence, fit for motherhood, & God sends an angel fro...