With his slanted eyes
like a tiger,
and with his nose
like an eagle,
His lover’s face
a beautiful stretch of countryside;
I think they have a lot
in common,
and soon,
we might see them
as a groom and bride
What difference can you feel,
if any,
between confrontation
and engagement?
Between nonviolent communication
and WinnerTakeAll debate,
or wrestling,
for that win/lose matted matter?
InBetween cooperative compassion,
dissociative persuasion,
competitive dispassion?
Between LoseLose despair,
win/lose anxiety,
win/win anticipation?
InBetween Mono-
Bi-
Poly-Cultural
world views?
Between liberation
and conservation?
Between dialectical discernment dialogue
and oppositional competitive privileged position?
InBetween invoking cooperative compassion therapy
and provoking traumatic face-saving oppression?
Between taking a deep listening solidarity stand
and giving your autonomous position statement?
About differences you may feel,
between divisive confrontation
and inclusive engagement.
I am hanging on by a thread
All I clinging to is prayers
Every breath is like a battle
I feel like I'm unprepared
Death is knocking on front door
Pain is creeping through the back
Fear is crawling
Through the windows
Waiting for it to attack
They say don't get bitter
Get better
I'm working on
Switching them letters
But tell God
I'm going to need
A whole lot of hope
Keeping it together
I'm smiling in everyone's face
I'm Crying when they leave the room
They don't know battles I face
They don't understand
What I'm going through
They say fear haunts
And pain hates
I say pain strengthens
Fear drives faith
I don't know
All of the outcomes
Don't know what happens tomorrow
When that ocean of doubt comes
Don't let me drown in my sorrow
Don't let me stay at the bottom
I feel the hole is too deep to climb
I'll be looking for a way out
But I settle for a piece of mind
Picking up the pieces of my life
Hoping I put
Together something right
Tell me
All I got is what I need
Tell me
You gonna help me
Stay and fight
The struggle seems longer my friend
It's all worth it in the end
When you got nobody
To turn to
Hold on I will find you
I’m on a hill
staring down two roads
one of my past
and one of towards my future
the hill I’m standing on
is the present very encrypted with clues
still there is the blues
the momentarily booze
test my chest
I’m loveless
staring at the rooftops I’m excausted
sipped on a tin of beer
at the start of my career
I do think about what if
I said go ahead with the abortion
what if I was young and stupid
I wouldn’t have missed anything
after everything is already said and done people say
“pay many mind on what you see
it is unannounced on what you hear ”
traveling I only stop at exits
wondering if I stay young and restless
and this could be a cold circle…
M.CUPIDO
A time
To be born
and a time to die,
when my life is ended
Could maggots, respect my honor,
wealth,education,
and skills?
Would my power and majesty,
my love and hate last forever?
Should I live like there`s no
withering like a flower?
Why can`t I hope and pray
that I will rise above the grave?
chipepo lwele
Bombs, shots and constant threats.
Hearts pumping, bodies covered in sweat.
Battle grounds painted in red,
Bodies punctured with lead.
A large comfortable leather chair,
A suit, tie and well-groomed hair.
Laughs, smiles and bodyguards for protection,
A life more or less close to perfection.
Two very different worlds,
One with luxury, in the other violence scales.
Yet those in the world of luxury call the shots,
While those in the other are killed by shots.
When a Cadillac Was Distinctive
By Elton Camp
I well remember the time way back in the day
A Cadillac meant things were going your way
Confuse it with lesser cars? Nope, no chance
A Caddy was recognizable with just a glance
Any who drove one had to be rolling in dough
Because they cost eight thousand bucks or so
In those luxury cars, nothing manual was done
Automatic windows, antenna and trunk were fun
Low gas mileage was simply no concern at all
At a six-dollar fill-up the wealthy didn’t squall
A Cadillac demonstrated one’s status in life
That he had risen above all the ordinary strife
Of course, Cadillac on the market does remain
Now the truly wealthy would laugh with disdain
Because what was once the finest car in the city
Is now only ordinary—and isn’t that such a pity
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