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Walk here with me
Along a strand of island in the sea
Let your heart drink like a leaf
From this mighty river
That shaped the world's relief
Listen to his name
Hear echoes of white colonial history
The burden of shame
Edging the teeth of fame
Chew it down to the middle bone
Feel the tension rise it
Like pimento fragrance preserving the night
Of Egyptian slime pits
And the prince denouncing privilege and place
Not so, not so here
For him who took up the cudgel of our race
The farmers boy
Built brick by brick from a builder's dream
This native scion ... out of the Maroon's citadel
This bewitching monument of St. Ann.
Ah Booker did you know
A man with bigger head for a mightier dream
From Panama to Ecuador
From Costa Rica to Brazil
Did your heart like a drum pound
Boom, boom, baba boom
When he clenched the lock of Africa's door
When every pulpit in the street
Became a university of our history
And freedom in every African child
Was Marcus Mosiah Garvey
Booker, did you see his kingdom
His black institutions
Like a galaxy dreamers could touch
His ships
On which the brothermen still wait
Like an armada sailing
From rubber baron shores
To pyramid pinnacle
They were his Icarus
And he our Daedalus
That could not shake the minotaur
But, Booker, did he not say
To look for him in the wind
So now you know why I never sleep again
His footprints are still here
Clear as the foment of nineteen thirty eight
This is where he carved his name
Not just on the printers page
But on the honor of all the age
Making us dream of civil rights
And human rights
And Rastafarian flight
And reparation for our plight
And above all he taught me
A little black face lover of his fight
Never to bow
My mind to the whore's tradition
Never to yield my soul
For I am a nobler structure that my rank here
I am the prince they striped bare
The Moses that have not see my red sea yet
The child still
Enthralled with the splendor of every sunset
She had Velvet eyes, Satin lips
Silk skin … Seamless hips
Threaded her way into his heart
and Stitched his mind up Tight
But the Needle Point, was coming
Pricking… with all its might! …
… Posed her Textile-smile
Watched Fabric – flow
All the Lycra-while
Sticking Velcro …
and Ribbons and Bow
… he didn’t know
she was only after
Every Scrap of his Taffeta
He thought she was quite fetching
… didn’t know, she was just Window-Dressing
‘can’t hold the Cushion, when Pins, Push and Shove
a man, can’t live on just a Thimble-full of love! …
… can’t move the heart of a Mannequin
… your living doll is running around, again …
… Window Dressing …
He was an honest man
nothing up his Sleeve
but, he had a gold-band
said, ‘Honey, Marry Me…’
… and he Wrapped her in Furs
Draped her in jewels
Lots of Cashmere
… she left empty Spools
She took his Tape Measure
and Material Cut
kept Sharp Scissors
for her Designs … but
… He’d seen the Hem Ironed
and Sew and Sew
He knew the Pattern
and which Embroidery to go…
… the last Fringe turn
and which Bolt to throw …
She sat in front of a Vanity
brushing her Gossamer hair
Basting in her Veiled beauty
like no Wool was there …
… to see her Window Dressing
To see him Yard-Catching
the Collar and Cuffs …
… He’d seen enough !
He saw them thru the Window
Zipper and Buttons undone
He had to stop the Fashion Show …
… then he dropped his _ _ _
… Velvet eyes, Satin lips
Silk skin… Seamless hips
Threaded her way into his heart
And Stitched his mind up Tight
… but the Needle Point came Darning
Pricking, with all its might …
…’Cause you can’t move the heart of a Mannequin
but your living doll won’t be running around again …
Relationships these days are infections
A lethal dose of a particular association or connection
Lust attacks the heart while sex immerses the mind
Lost on the path to marriage because true love is hard to find
A relationship has pros and cons
So many broken bonds
Couples try to respawn
But instead a break up responds
People don't know the difference between love and IN LOVE
Love is supposed to be to heart as hand is to glove
The glove covers the hand
The IN LOVE feeling covers the heart
Relationships these days rarely paint pictures
True forms of art
The epidemic is getting worse
From human to horse
But not all relationships are bad
Not all are sad
However not all are good
As well as glad
Don't know what relationship means look it up
Discover the history of the "hook up"
Dates, phone calls, sex
Then what's next
Cheating
Beating
Break ups
Make ups
Bring it full circle
Like the glasses on Urkle
The boy named Steve
Since Genesis with Adam and Eve
This feeling is more than an epidemic
More like a pandemic
Causing emotional pandemonium
Elderly fear of sodium
Younger generation
Moving quick no hesitation
To make relations instead of relationships
Trying to be grown
Time sure has flown
So I write this poem
To cure the epidemic in our home
Listen you can allow hatred and anger to imbed itself into your life.
Only it will grind your heart into a chaotic sword that will rip apart.
Vengeance will eat at your soul developing torment in every way.
Eventually there will be no joy that enters or spreads from your heart.
All things that happen are usually not set out to hurt anyone at all.
No one has that much evil within them to plan for these attacks.
Doom and gloom are things we fear and they could inherit your call.
Forgetting happens with time, or at least lessons as years fade.
Our way of thinking upon each passing day brings either joy or hate.
Realizing this we can learn to forgive others misgivings made.
Greatness is not measured by relentless abhorrence forever.
Individuals make bad judgments, since before the age of times.
“Vengeance is mine said the Lord” not yours to endeavor.
Each of us now has the charge to love and not hate in crimes.
Now better than anytime before we need to learn this straight away.
Each person has the capability to choose the path they have to take.
Serving to bring happiness and love until their last and dieing day.
Securing forgiveness in our mind and heart upon each day, we wake.
My heart stands still as I think of you
Allowing a deepen smile
To began pierring my present mood
I feel a joy swell within
As tho a baby bird that just
Sought wings
I feel as tho a drop of moistureing rain
Has fallen upon my skin
Nurturing it's life
A feeding felt deep within
I see a smile
One only I know
But yet its' meaning
I may never know
What should I think
In this moment of now
A mixture of thoughts
Run free in my mind
Should I love you still
In my world of now
As I did in those days of old
For I do not know now
What's best for me
Nor do I know
How to set my heart free
When my mind is left
To wonder
And silence becomes
A living thing
When feelings
Are being tossed
As tho a feather in the wind
Is the time drawing near
For my heart to close the door
To all the things I thought one day would be
unexplored desires
many untraveled miles
the unlived emotions
These feelings now that lay so protected
Within me
If by chance it is not for me to know
What was the meaning
What was lefted untold
Maybe one day
I will wonder no more
If the time comes
That my heart has silently
Closed its' door
Form:
As the Wind blows my hair,
I realized that LOVE is somehow unfair.
while sitting in the Balcony,
I can hear a different symphony..
They say love is Blind,
maybe it's true,cause true Love is Hard to find.
Some say love is Everywhere.
so maybe Mr.Right is just somewhere..
The love we feel is so hard to explain,
maybe it's the trust we cant really maintain.
The emptiness of one's heart
can someone offer him/her a fresh start?
i think,love is like a lullaby we hear everyday.
and trust is one of it's strongest proof they say.
If I'm stranded in an island,
two sets of footprints, it's all i want to see in the sand.
like in a shell ,feel the carved pain that is in me.
Is it just me? or most of us are just too blind to see?
while making this poem,i can feel my heart beat,
wiping my tears, & wishing our two hands will meet.
Until now, no one has the key,
The key that my heart wants to see.
While i was crying, no one has wiped my tears.
is it hard to cast a glance & forget our own fears?
someday, somehow, someone can sit w/ me to watch the sunset.
& he will be someone whom i LOVE, i bet.
I hope someone will like reading this,
& value what they shouldn't miss.
The gift of time exposes all to the blind, as the gift of love warms you heart and soul. To
break the mold is to stifle the soul as a whole making one feel old.
Friends are hard to come by, when you find one never say goodbye. Through an eye one
sees the goldenness of eve. Are you a friend to me I pray that you be.
Did God send you to me or are we friends to be, so friends are we let’s not destroy what will
be. We belong with thee, as friends.
A relationship hold will evaporate our gold, with nothing to hold we grow cold and old,
standing bold like statues made of stone; alone!
Have we grown to stone, on our own throne alone, many times we have shown what we are
own our own, when we feel stripped we will groan.
While on our own we sit on our throne made of stone, though we may groan, we both know
we are home in a place we feel is our own.
To take for granted what we have we would be fools without the tools, to make each other
happy.
Taking all this into heart you will always be a part, inside you and I there is a friendship that
will never die.
James C Bryant Jr.
December 31, 2001
From my heart to yours,
you are a precious man,
from the very first time,
I read your work,
it was not hard to understand.
The trials you endured,
the pain, and the tears,
locked away,
you found your Saviour so near.
Let no man or woman,
who dwells on this earth,
spit on a heart so sweet,
all I can say,
is they have the nerve.
Walk tall my friend,
may the wind,
always push you forward,
and pray for the lost,
and the foolish cowards.
I don't know what was said,
or who is to blame,
forgive them dear friend,
and ask for the same.
We as a people,
have a journey of our own,
each, and everyone,
should know right from wrong.
Continue on your path,
you have much to do,
and remember the devil,
will use a few.
I call you friend,
as many here do,
and from my heart to yours,
I wish only the best for you.
Michael Jordan, you are a special kind of man.
One that I am proud to call my friend.......
One if ever needed would not turn his back...
I have never met you, but I can say,
actions speak very strong...for you are willing
to reach out, and help...to me, you have what it takes
to be a lighthouse for others....
Where are those innocent faces?
I’ve been searching to the entire places
For some people happiness is just an illusion
They are hiding from the agony that is given
People watch people talk
With their heart closed in everywhere they walk
Throw away their intimacy to the water
And in their loneliness they stop gather
You just get upset too soon
Why keep hiding on that empty room
Still thinking that others done anything wrong?
And guarantee that your principal has made you strong
People forget when they are happy
With their money and all the jazzy
Sometimes your words are lack of wisdom
And family is a threat to built your kingdom
A little bit of danger will rise up their anger
Their heart and mind are always in high temper
People rise people fall
Only time will prevent them all
You’re nothing but a gold digger
Use weak people to make you wealthier
Once you find gold you keep digging for more
Treat people like soldier of toys good enough to control
The bigheaded psyche is in every angle
Their heart is worst than the devil
Only stick to their theory
The bigheaded psyche is a mad psychology
His smile was as warm as the summer sun.
But his cold-cold heart chilled the soul.
Debonair, golden hair, he often had to run!
Those notches scratched in his paltry pelt,
Lay evidence of his lusty embrace.
He was a hit and run, son-of-a-gun.
Many young women,
Slapped without a trace.
A new fair maiden fell for his heat.
He ripped virtue out, with a lusty hold.
Surprised at the end, not even a friend.
Her heart suffered.
The serpent’s sting –
All alone in the winters freeze,
Seething, in woman’s scorn.
- Loved and left without concern -
She had esteemed him, true.
What to do?
The answer soon was clear.
Death paid the toll in the winter cold.
Her sorrow would forebear.
Debonair, golden hair,
He no longer had to run!
Her smile was as frigid as the winter’s freeze.
And his cold-cold heart lay icy, still.
Death caught this man who left with fast feet
No more notches would he carve in his strap!
She grinned as she patted his manly pelt.
That winter of his frozen golden hair –
© February 13, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen