L'Nass Shango Poet Verse

Historic Perspective

Battered
From a dark angry cloud
Beaten
By a storm wild and loud
Splattered
On history's hardest rock
Heaven
Smile at the little flock
For as a drop of water 
Curls to become a river
So I gather my dreams
To trickle like a stream's
First fall
From a leaf, to swell
To haul
The hill down, and tell
My victory in the sea
Tell me history from the sea

This month
Short as wounded memory
I hunt
Myself, stalk their history
To find all I have lost
Just to tally the cost
Of being black
Of watching the clock
For the hour.

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John Loving Iii August 21, 2011 at 8:05 PM deep indeed says i. i loved the journey from sky to sea. as blackness be our waters be. tell our story when we reach the sea.

Jayne Eggins July 21, 2011 at 4:13 AM there is so much layering to this write ...nice to read you again my friend its been way too long ... love Jayne x

Wilfredo Derequito April 18, 2011 at 9:34 AM This is deep! I know there's more to it than what I can catch in just one reading. I just feel it, it's loaded. Penetrating piece of work. Nice job, amigo.

Elaine George February 27, 2011 at 9:35 PM A Masterpiece! To my fav's. Lainie

Robert Pettit February 9, 2011 at 5:18 PM Nicely written. Admirable.