On your pale hard tummy, lined up so neat I row,
with the queens permission bloomers in plastic on E Bay.
Those spears and swords used as pens, two brown, one pink and deep cobalt that blue...
You reach out to rediscover the other I am that wandering traveler
Scribbling tonight in frantic haste covered in your yellow Van Gogh paste.
Are you sneaky and secretive in your nutritive contemplations.
Do you want to wander under the stars for a little while?
Between the pulse of the sun today and light Tommie is heavy and full this night.
Basking golden in a silence that will never leave upon awaking then woman thus come when it does.
Imagining all kinds of your imaginings...
Lips between those short Greek words that only you could find monotheist use for, alas because of you, I squirm.
And you and they on some named flatulent horse of a book.
Look at me and it comes in a hurry blurry haze all over us
and when I do you as want by your will, I am properly twisted
she was born with wings
hiking boots and inklings
urges to run out and explore
she just couldn’t ignore
extract from my poem WANDERLUST WITH A MISSION
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~DARK CLOUDS~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on April 20, 2019 for contest RITHIMUS DIVISA sponsored by GREGORY BARDEN - RANKED 5TH
A little girl swings back and forth on a swing.
She uses her legs to get high up in the air.
The beauty and view of the sky lights up her eyes.
But she slowly goes down like she is trying to hide.
She jumps off the swing and stands afraid.
The little girl doesn't believe she deserves to see the beauty.
So she runs away.
As she stands there the swing keeps waiting for her to come back,
But she pushes the swing away and moves up.
She has lost the chance to face her fear and a friend.
For the swing in her life was her friend Tommie who always wanted her to go up higher.
To dance one must feel the beat
Light works like Einstein said
And like Plank said
And like Tommie Young said
All one has to do is go with the flow
Take a light particle (billiard ball, photon or whatever)
go from a to b at light speed
The path taken is proportionate to the amount of energy
The less energy the straighter the path
Hence the lower the frequency
mass is directly relative to energy
Density is relative to frequency
ie lead has more energy wave frequency than hydrogen
on the thinking photon
if one hole is open the other billiard ball isn't on the table
So the pocket doesn't get the ball
open the other hole and the complimentary billiard ball
has to put itself in line to billiard into its pocket
Music is necessary to dance
frequency is necessary to energy and music
and quantum physics and existence
But that's life and
What's life without music
To dance one must feel the beat
I love black / I am black / I"m blacker than Rodney King when he got his ass beat
by the police/ i am blacker than Marcus Garvey when he preached about us
brothers and sisters going back to Africa/Im blacker than Tommie Smith when he
held up the black power fist at the Olympics/ Im black x's 2/ blacker than you, you,
and you/ i am black 200% divided by 2 / I love being black / black is not a state of
mind / Black is a state of being / I am black because my ancestors were
kidnapped and sold from their homeland / I am not black because I listen to "hip-
hop". / I am black on both sides no INDIAN in my family / I am black and proud no
frown on my face/ no trace of hate/ I was made to be black and i cherish it as a
gift from God
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