To BE …

Awareness is

A heck of a thing

Like a bell

Migrainely chiming

Ding! Ding! Ding!

A wake up call

Finally making sense

Of it all

The Why’s of life

Coming home to roost

Psychosomatic ills healed

Revitalized with a sonic boost.

No more wonder

Why no place felt like home

Why I was compelled to roam

The reel-to-reel

Stories of pain

Shrouded progress

And tainted every gain

Unconsciously played

Over and again.

Over and again

I served others

But forgot to be

My own best friend

Thank God

This has come to an end

P. P. and L.

Is to where I am compelled

Peace,

Productivity

And Love

Now starts from within

And rains down from above

Cleansed,

Clear,

And conscious,

Awake

I opted to give

Myself a brake

To openly see

To live to Be.

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A Parent There.

Youth has its’ pluses

And minuses too

Agility, newness and

Worries relatively few

If you’re lucky

At least one parent is home

Someone who supports

And cares where you roam

Is open with advice

Rarely said less than twice

With some recollection

Of their own youthful imperfections

Judgments are spared

When grades are declared

And groundings just

Though you didn’t study much

One who carts you to

and cheers at every game

and if stuck at work

truly wish they’d came

Listens as you rant and rave

overly dismayed

When peers have misbehaved

They pray every moment

You cross their mind

That life’s in your favor

And people are kind

They understand youth

As having its’ trials

And is there to support

Whenever you dial.

So, next time you’re annoyed

Or deem your parent unfair

Take a deep breath

And thank them

For just being there.

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For Real

Want to know where

A person is coming from?

Want to know how

You can be intelligent,

But stilldumb?

Just pay attention.

Not to the words

That are coming

Out of their mouth

But to the actions --

They’ll always tell

What they’re all about

Ill intentions

Masked with a smile

When their true thoughts

Are more than foul

“I’m with you!”

“I knew you could do it!”

“You’re all that…”

When in fact

The real thoughts

Are of a different caliber

So, the truth

Becomes a blur.

“You ain’t got no clue?”

“You might as well quit!”

“You can’t win,

‘Cause you’re Black!”

Fiction facing fact

The imagined versus real

But, what others think

Is no big deal

What matters most

Is your internal host

And the constants

On your mind’s reel-to-reel

That’s what is

For Real.

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SEARCH

We search for things,

For objects -- Prada this, Versace that.

We preoccupy our minds

With distractions --

Sports, sex,

A myriad of attractions

We say what we don’t mean,

Do what we’d rather not

To mask our loneliness

Get over the shock;

That what we see

Is not the real of what is --

That what we see is not

The real of what is.

What is real is what outlasts

The material;

The mundane;

The drama;

The series of never-ending

One act plays;

With omnibus characters

And plots that never change

Those woven through

Time and place -- but somehow

Never fills the space

A woman’s heart

Filled with a man

Has no room for another

A man admired

And appreciated

Looks no further

A couple fearless

Of loving with abandon;

Imbued with mutual value

And passion is Power.

We search for things,

Preoccupy our minds

And engage in addictions

When the Seat of our Soul

Seeks connection

To its Creative Source

A Spiritual Partnership

Vertically aware

One productively active

That vertically shares

When complete,

None compares.

So, search.

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Self First

I thought I’d learned

To put myself first

To quell the thirst

To nurture above my means

So easy to give

It all away

To the point where

Another would leave

Rather than stay

It’s a dichotomy

Of superior form

A universal principle

Governing human decorum

Others treat you

As you treat yourself

If I value me

So will he or she

Take time for me

So will he or she

Do what I enjoy

And I fill myself up

Rather than suffer

From endless void

Do for you

And others will get a clue

Clear they can’t come

Just any kind of way

Because you have plans

For each and every day

You live to the fullest

Work hard

And make time for play

Put self first

And you will savor the flavor

Of mutual respect

Put self first

And your kindness will reflect

Put self first

And you’ll be able to live

With much, much more to give

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Just A Glimpse

I had a glimpse -- Me

Lying in a hospital bed

Wondering, not “Why me?”

But thinking,

“I’d thought I’d be here an eternity.”

Was I wrong?

Was this to be my end?

Was I not a good enough friend;

Parent, student or human being?

What had I done?

Was I in a past life one so evil

To be revisited in the present,

and die in such dishevel?

Maybe my purpose was complete,

And physically, no further reason to be

Maybe it’s time to release my spirit

That sought to be free?

Maybe the glimpse

Was merely a sign

A reminder to take my time

A nudge to pay attention

And make more conscious decisions.

Now, only one question entered my mind

How do I enjoy peace

For the remainder of this life of mine?

With just the thought

I felt as if a spirit lifted me up.

An operation was taking place

As a bystander I observed

And in my ear I heard,

“Live your purpose.”

I knew I had another chance

And rejoiced with tears

Streaming down my face

Awakened, it was only me

Of spirit no trace

I leaped from my bed

Renewed with energy,

Vitality, and no more sense of dread

All my worries

Had been in my head

They no longer mattered

I recognized them as death

The core of disease,

The source of stress

The cause of my glimpse

A spiritual test

“True” or “False”

“Live” or “Die”

Choices of mine

I could no longer deny.

I opted for peace and tranquility

To rudder the course

Of my own mentality

To combine body, mind and soul

To serve humanity unconditionally

as a whole

I opted

To enjoy the process of life

To live free of strife

To accept the things

I cannot change

And choose limitless

As my range

All I needed was healthy shake-up

A spiritual rinse

It came in the form

Of just a glimpse.

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The Rat Race

Like a hamster

Treadin’ water under your heel

Desperate in survival

An easy out

Could be pills

Were it not for African DNA

Superior to Navy Seals

Like a hamster

On a wheel

I’m runnin’

But standin’ still

The lack of progress

Makes me ill

Psychosomatics’ a hell of a deal

But, I hear Dianetics’

Got a cure for that

Where the science of auditing

Can change the cat in the hat

To Clear-ly queen or king

Damn the Rat Race

To hell with the old Regime

In with a humane paradigm

Where unity reigns supreme

Off the Wheel

Where interest steals

Off the Wheel

Where crooks can appeal

Off the Wheel

Where justice has sight

And impoverished lack rights

Out of the Rat Race

Into new realms

Out of the Rat Race

Where truths’ at the helm

Out of the Rat Race

Where human rights are free

Where regardless of stature

All are treated with dignity.

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MOTHER OF EARTH

We come to this physical plane

Knowing all,

But remembering nothing.

All we say is misunderstood

All that we do

Is so far in between and few

that we would perish

without the caring of another

Universally that being

is known as Mother.

Selfless, seemingly assured,

Compassionate and often over-used

Seeking little to nothing in return

Her respect is silently earned

Mended clothes

Bandaged knees

Before and after hours chauffeur

Brutal decision maker

When she’d rather confer

Courageous enough

to be unpopular.

Keen at nurturing

Regardless of the rest

Gives encouragement

When you’ve failed

But done your best

Cheers super loud

Almost embarrassingly so

But preferred over those

Who fail to show.

Knows when to push

And when to withhold

Always in your corner

With an open heart of gold

Mother

The source of existence

Of all on Earth

Unrivaled is your worth

Mother

So special,

So beautiful

So unique

So undervalued

For your selfless mystic

Mother

We applaud you

We love you

Even when we forget to say

Mother

We adore you

Champion you

In every possible way! 

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Damn The Cure

If there’s a cure

For unconditional love,

Keep it.

Its taken time,

But past the

Disappointment

Betrayal and outright lies

I’m still open and poised to try

Clearly a party

To failures of old

I’ve lived, learned

And now expect pure gold

Only the best for me

Because finally, I see

The best way to be.

A spiritual partnership

void of demands.

Rather, wrapped in

mutual commitment

sealed with free choice,

a unified voice

No longer a “me” or “you”

but an “us.”

Yeah, Cupids pierced me

thanks to you.

Through and through

Before love was like

the winds that blew

I’ll say it unashamed --

I’m whipped,

Like under a spell,

Willingly submitted to us

As one not two

I’ve retired outdated,

egoic rules.

So, if lovin’ you is wrong,

I don’t want to be _______.

To unconditional love,

I lack the will for flight.

You’re in my heart

And third eye’s sight

In the midst of peace,

A fresh start

Of omnibus light.

Happy is an understatement

Fulfilled more accurate and pure

To unconditional love

I’m addicted for sure.

So, damn the cure.

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