Roots Poems

The roots

the substratum of existence is God
unseen and yet always in the background
so knowing that our perception is flawed 
refusing to be in illusions drowned
in vibrant stillness, peace in heart is found
the roots of our being are in heaven
to which we get to through chakras seven

Deception Has Deep Roots

Shall we travel back in time, to a deception that has ruled mankind.
The year was 1910, a dark, dark night with seven evil men.
The creature that was created there, has left a country in despair.
As we have witnessed throughout time, the Feds, the wars, the Government and their crimes.
All it took for the machine to

I Love You

I love you…
not in the noise of blossoms
screaming their radiance into spring
but in the way roots strip themselves into 
world's silence, quiet, hidden 
yet steadfast in every tempest

I love you…
in the silence that follows laughter
when memory brushes gentle against my chest
and I know that even years cannot erase
the warmth sent in your name.

I love you…
like

REMARKABLE

    extraordináry invisible roots support entire forests...

Roots - For Alex Haley

Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom.
With them are selected versions of
Extinct grief.

Looking through the yellowness of a
Dog’s eyes, this aura of Truth, pervasive,
Sours my palate.

What say the bulletins and tabloids
In their speech potency?

Have they recoiled on the sudden encroachment
Of stale seas
Or have they rolled out drums for Haley’s ROOTS?

Between Kamby Bolongo of watery essence
And

Echoes of Liminal Light

they slither down the long halls
coiling thoughts like vine-sharp calls
calm defies
walls lean in with breathing cracks
truth waits, but never walks back
you flicker—don’t ask why
their whispers rise like flood and tide
but roots hold beneath the lie
you break—and light slips quietly by

Roots That Breathe Within My Heartbeat

Roots That Breathe Within My Heartbeat

At every step, 
their shadow guides me,
My father, steady as an oak in the breeze,
my mother, tenderness in all that feeds.

Their hands wove the thread of my fate, 
with patience, love, and a steady gait. 
Though time may rush and the world may spin, 
my heart always flows back to

Our roots

It can be coily it can be straight 
It can be parted many ways
It can be texturized or revitalized 
Our hair is reversible 

Cultural, unique, a symbol of power
You can braid it up, twist it up, loc it up 
But you cant mess it up!

The roots

look at the world as an inverted tree
the myriad forms here branches and leaves 
in heaven are the roots which we don’t see
wondrous is the magic God Himself weaves

to find out who we are, we must reboot
detached from outcomes, mode embrace-release
that thus doing nothing, we reach the root
transformed as love and light when desires cease

in

The Weight of Elsewhere 'Part One'

Letters from Borrowed Ground
'Part One'

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To: Myself (Three Years Ago)  
Date: Every Night  
Status: Never Finished  
Focus: Warning

Dear Dreamer,

Tonight, I dig up buried footsteps,
each stone beneath my feet heavy with goodbye.
The coffee grows cold in my cup
as I write this at 3 AM,
watching snow fall on a street
whose name I still can't pronounce.

You

ROOTS AND WINGS

There are two vital gifts we can give our children…
two important things….
The first would be to give them roots…
the second would be wings.

The roots we give them grow out of love and acceptance…
and knowing, when needed, you will always be nearby…
Their wings they get when we help them believe in themselves
and give them confidence to

Roots Without Soil

I.

I fold my mother's silver spoon—crescent bright,
worn soft as secrets whispered through the night.
Her thumb's warm press, a tender, sacred trace,
curves like a prayer held close in time and place.
Now bitter dust swirls in plastic's cold embrace,
instant coffee falls—no homeland to retrace.

II.

The clerk repeats my name—a broken hymn,
I spell each letter till the sounds grow

Decrepit roots still cling

The palace of love we built ~  
when our blood still flowed very warm in our veins,  
     is now a crumbled castle —  
its walls with peeled paints and decayed wood;  
     a jaded clock and faded photographs  
  

Near the Roots

f i r m
handshake
of  S u m m e r
leaves and branches
frivolous……..carefree
the caress of the breeze
impressive  t a l l  sturdy oaks
tee hees in the heat, swing twisting
flowers  ci r c l e   a r o u n d  playfully
near the roots, still dependent on parents
comes the first

Ancestral Roots The Tree Song

We forget we are like trees, our roots run deep, and far they reach 
Unseen they mostly are, hidden out of side, so deep 
Some forget them, and their histories and from where they came 
Their mothers, mothers, mothers name 
And their fathers, fathers, fathers name. These roots our foundation, have many names 
Without them,

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