The Enlightened 1

That black thundercloud likes to hover over my house In darkening radiance it radiates like the radiation used to kill cancer or just kill or maybe the light is that semi-radiant light that keeps dry cow burgers even drier Don't mind that hovering thundercould over my car It likes to race me to work like I'm the antelope and it is the cheetah of the Nat Geo miniseries but I just stay steady on the pedal and cut on the windshield wipers ahead of the downpour That overwhelming thundercloud doesn't mean any harm It just waits for your face to change expression as it hides the sun but through the darkness sun shards shine through and the smile on my face embraces the thundercloud so that its darkness will inform me when Light is near... The bold insinuation was stifling. How could that pitiful statement come from one so close. Years of friendship and hard times and cold days and cold food drew us together. The darkness enfolded my emotions and Sprint lost the connection bef...

His lady fine dines at five star places, caviar and lobster dinners My lady just gets a meal I prepared, in front of the fire in winter His lady gets diamonds, and tanzanite and custom jewels to wear My lady only gets a flower I picked to put in her hair His lady drives foreign cars and takes trips around the world My lady only gets a vacation when I spend Saturdays with our little girl His lady has unlimited credit cards and money as high as a mountain's peak My lady only gets the pay earned from the sweat of my brow every week His lady has armed security, armored cars and bulletproof jeeps My lady only has the prayers I whisper daily as I watch her sleep His lady has hundreds of dresses, many colors, all laundered and pressed My lady only has that one simple black dress that turns her into a princess His lady gets the world, any material object she can dream or can see My lady only gets a man who loves her for her and my heart unconditionally...

See the way her shoulders bend... They seem to be carrying an invisible load The bones of those shoulder blades Seem to be carrying the cries of her daughter The appear to be holding up her son's fears of manhood Those seemingly weak shoulders... Appear to be keeping her sister's frail mind from wandering It seems they are holding up the soul of grandmother in a field of cotton They seem to be sustaining coldness in her husband's heart How do those bended shoulders... Hold up with the passing of a loved one Take care of her friend when her own home is in tatters Allow her brother to lean on her when he is out of work Those shoulders, Those bended shoulders of womanhood that strap on the world Those lowly shoulders that keep the cold of the world out Those patient shoulders that grow boys into men Those loving shoulders that carry girls into sisterhood I can see, quite clearly now, That those shoulders are always bended But never broken...

Those visionaries brought visions of tradition and past crimes Sad times and happy days of new life and birth The scent of pecans fallen from trees in fall and the freshness of plums From branches that overlooked the vestige of time I sense the presence; The aura of lives intertwined with every event of life and the Smiles of security that ascend upon my soul at midnight When the body has said goodnight, but the unconscious Focuses keenly on the visionaries and downloads their message Of tears and suffering and triumphs and joy in the Light Completely washing away the dirt and grime of the day, renewing The spirit and singing their verses of a destiny fulfilled in your ear As sweet as the whispers of a new mother to her infant or the faint cooling wind Of hummingbird’s wings after the first rain of spring Take heed and drink thirstily from the wisdom of the trailblazers lest Their testimony not be a balm to the wounds of your spirit and their Watchful eyes go unnoticed as assuredly as ...

From Stonehenge we’ve shown men To zone in, winds change as leaves die Demons continue to coach sin Open the left palm, bring the soul close in Whisper fear…spoken…faith…broken I hope then we show them In true signs and tokens In due time with close kin We are helpless below Him We told them the foe’s grim And victory grows slim But be bold when hope’s thin And behold the soul wins….