Black art will never whisper
It comes with its own rhythm,
Feet tapping to the djembe,
Reminiscing of home.
It survives in the hands that bend color into opportunity,
In bantu knots of constellations
Marking where we have been and still left to go.
It croons on street corners
On canvasses, big and bold.
Every line spoken, every beat formed
Uplifts our coily hair towards the sun.
We honor the echoes
We hold the same truth
We are the sound.
I must face my foes,
Many will attack!
A shield for the throes,
So I don't shrink back.
In order to stand,
One thing stands apart,
Truth must form its band,
So God does His part.
Who reigns in your heart,
Is it many or One?
Will strength from Black Art,
Last in the long run?
Fasten His truth belt,
Tightly 'round your waist.
Your courage won't melt,
When the foe is faced.
The Lord delivers,
Those loyal to Him.
His voice brings shivers,
He's stronger than them.
His truth at your core,
His armor now wear,
Your strength He'll restore.
Success in Warfare!
With truth, Buckle Up!
Hell's attack is here,
His truth to breakup-
End-times in high gear.
CONTENTS (…may have settled during shipping and handling.)
Preface by C. Günter Marrow
Prologue by Zoltan Goliath
Cycle I. FAITH HEALERS & HEARSAY MIRACLES
Ghosts from the Well
Hard Lessons
Chest of Drawers
Cycle II. RAW PERFUME
Social Insecurity
Rogues’ Gallery
Business as Usual
Cycle III. ORDINARY FAIRY TALES
Dry Stone Wall
A House with No Servants
Let’s Put this Night to Sleep
Cycle IV. FLOTSAM & JETSAM
Sausage, Head Cheese & Scrapple
The Institution
Should the Levee Ever Break
Cycle V. SCARS OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE
Light at the End of Tunnel Hill
Light Keeper’s Testament
Light in a Quiet Room
Epilogue by Otis Trench
The world clouded over the side walks started to crack
Motion became sickness as the sky from blue went black
Darkness consumed the Being of once enlightened souls
Pushing the weight of thunder burying all within dirty holes
Blindness opaqued the vision that light so often brings
Sensing how it all is senseless paid for in sufferings
Atop sits the entity, black clothes, black hair, black heart
Masked within his darkness painting our agony in black art
bmdavey@08/15/20
It's after the 'landslide?' Thieves stole the election!
This traitorous scum bag's a Russian invention,
But 'Charmin' (1) for Putin (that's on a good day!)
For the dark side of Trump's just black art on display!
Who’s sure what this Russian prick knows that we don't know?
His strength, the weak worship, on knees (that's 'for damn sho!'),
So sad (though it’s clear), the worst blackguards have pride,
But Trump prostitutes children! He's vacuum inside!
There'll never be 'wall,' Trump's 'top picks' terms in prison,
Their blood fouls saint's thoughts when 'land crocodile' (2) eats them
(Reality TV's so juicy!) Although
The best part of Trump's boners, the rainbows clouds grow!
Rich folk's lives reveal to the world that they're vassals,
Suggest to some peons' life's harder in castles,
Rich thinking perhaps they meow like a cat,
But when reckoning comes: will they squeak like a rat?
Long Tooth
August 16, 2018
Poet’s Notes:
(1) For those in the know ‘Charmin’ is what ‘privileged’ folks use to wipe
their tush!
(2) In the Malaysian language, a “Land Crocodile” is the phrase used to
describe a man who molests women, i.e., a playboy! What fun!
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
May thy candle burn quickly before thy night…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
For the slings and arrows deploy and depart,
Solitary stars sacrificed amidst dying light…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
A broken hearts graveyard a calamitous compart,
Release my soul this warmless winters white…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
Your love has harpooned a distrustful dart,
Like a raging rioting roar with a bitter bite…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
Lost in love, arrested & abandoned by black art,
Your voiceless words are daggers that ignite…
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart,
For you, my love has become an infamous impart,
Where tedious tears testify tenderly in twilight…
Lamenting love rest upon my humble heart,
Loves lament lies lingering from far apart.
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I So Love You-Your Soul Do I Love
I so love you more than words said or shown
So I love you more that's ever known
in knowing I love so
you love I so love you more
My senses flare rises in powers charms
My stance toward your awesome delights
awaiting I your soul caress in my arms
White the nights bright smites spirit heights
I so love you now and evermore
And evermore do I cherish you tonight
Might I take flight twilight beguiling blight
Sore are the passions that roar
Beneath my mind bursting my heart
Lost am I in beauty still
I so love you you're a vision of black art
Such a trill comforting chill
I so love you at naught...
I So Love You-Your Soul Do I Love
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019
Sun’s splendor orange ball spread
O’re granite giants and tame vales
Wild wind’s daring waft he rode
How mystic, oh fate; ired dragon
By ired hero’s hand slayed
Upon chariot fierce steeds
Thunder and spear soiled the field
Slain souls of victory sang
In smote rows of flesh and blood
As his blade through palace rang
The sward she tamed with her lips
And arrow through heart deep
As she rose throne high
The queen veiled in black art
Of sweet caress and honey wine
And poison from the snake's heart
Stone quarry
Stone quarryman
Stone worker
Quarry worker
Quarry labourer
Stone mason
Stone chisel
Cold chisel
Metal worker
Whitesmith
Silversmith
Tinsmith
Goldsmith
Blacksmith
Wordsmith;
Black art
Word art
Cancer of my soul
It started unknowingly without a hint
In the deepest draped portion of my soul
Spreading it's empire in deathly shadowed glint
Armies of selfish thoughts multiplied defeating benevolent cells breathing hours
Loudest mute battle inside each soul's atom armoured
Drilling in wall of essence the cancerous hole
Slowly fingers of wrapped up feelings gripped
On caverns of my hurting soul's heart
Floating in demon's eyes splashed in endless yard
Constellation of dying harmony left trail of dust and smoke
Drowned in inescapable malady,the soulscape finally broke
Lies mortgaged and parched at corner of egocentric black art
04/01/2019
Wars and crimes,
Hunger and thirst,
Sad for the world,
My heart bursts.
Holding onto hope by my fingertips,
Drinking polluted water by sips.
Blood of the wounded,
Blood of the dead,
Blood of the innocent on their heads.
My mother's tears,
My father's fears,
All in the hands of the puppeteers.
So much grief,
So much sorrow,
How can I face another tomorrow?
The seas are sick.
The fish die.
The ice melts.
Smoke fills the sky.
Greed, their god, has no heart,
Leads the puppeteers
In their black art.
They're bankers and kings and billionaires.
They gamble with life
Causing poverty, death, terror and strife.
They call it freedom, courage and bravery
While we live and die
In invisible slavery.
Why do we follow them like sheep?
Why do we believe their flaming lies?
Can't we see through their disguise?
Wake up!
Stop killing each other!
Take off your helmets and walk away.
Save your death for another day.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright Jan. 9, 2016
"All Rights Reserved"
She hugged me and bit my earlobe
Scratched me and pricked me with a probe
That way she made love
I forgot my glove
Cactus my wife without a robe
I planted her in my bleeding heart
She came from Mexico with love tart
I was not careful with her spine
And drank from her goblet of wine
I should have known her skill of black art
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It’s never thee~End
I don’t mean, to seem so hungry, to see you~
or have every thought~ be of you
My only gate, is the one standing between time and love,
O~ I need another date
For if I hold any hate, it would have to be of love, this love many seem to hate
Fine art and black art have no control of my love, O sweet cherry love
My art piece shall be bold, bright and brilliant upon the stars
Come here my love, let me kiss and bring you a dove, I kiss your feet
For every second without you, confuses my thought it makes me hot
I want to French kiss, N~ a French knot and make ~ a love knot
What more can I say~ let’s disobey and cast away
Let us make love~ deep in the blue, under the ocean and above the clouds
For I love you, I do ~O~ so true, Imma be your flue
Cook you some beef stew and take our love to the moon
Lock our dessert spoon ~N~ a cocoon and turn us into cartoons
Roger Rabbit , that
I love you~ I do, now let’s make love again
Because
It’s never thee ~End
In the distance
A stranger sees the smoke.
His attention is heavily veiled
overburdened under an obsessive cloak.
a shrug to forget
Unable to shed his curiosity
his focus exiled within
this animosity
A few goodbyes
departing his tent now
with only a tiring pace
his lust for truth made avow
Forever he runs
until the sun begins to set
it's too late to falter
still closer he gets
The sky a distant gray
tempted by the aftermath
the remnant of a blaze
suffering twisted wrath
His breathe seized
arms begin to shake
about to lose himself
in more than he can take
Amongst the burnt logs
The ashes dispersed
a simple gesture
a sight most perverse
Sorrow overtaken
perplexed to the edge
a whimper away from
transcending the ledge
Covered in ash
scarred beyond recognition
someones everything
someones simple proposition
This innocent bystander
Overcome by defeat
driven to madness
As he hears its last beat
There, burned at the stake
A tragedy galore
His trust, his love
His very core
This man witnessing the
demise of my black art
the source of curiosity abroad
My charred, fractured heart.
I am the One
I bring the fire
Vaporize your body
evident of perspire
I bring the heat
burning more then cayenne
Too dangerous to hold
Keep away from children
I am the lighter
Friction sends a spark
Blow out the flame
Live alone in the dark
I bring you warmth
thaw your numb heart
such sensless perfection
this is my black art
I'll draw you in
Much like a flare
Leave you blinded with joy
A feeling quite rare.
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