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Mother Africa

MOTHER AFRICA

"This is the most difficult letter I've ever written in my life. Where do I start?
What do I say? Does she know I still exist?...She probably thinks I'm dead! 
I just wish I could touch her once and feel her warm embrace...That's so distant in my mind...I wonder if she remembers my name? 
Will she recognize my voice or understand the words I speak? 
Oh well...all I can do is speak the truth...She knows you're lost..."

Mother Africa...Only you posses the beauty unlike any other the world has ever seen
Elegantly adorned in all of nature's grace with the equator wrapped snugly around your waist
Ancient mystical pyramids jut up from your soil guarded by the wondrous Sphinx

Mother Africa...Dry your eyes the Nile River has overflown from all the tears you've cried
Diaspora broke your heart so maliciously
All your wealth and your children were taken away...Strewn across this old earth like a tattered moth-eaten blanket...Still used anyway

Mother Africa...Surely you know we not only sing...Africa! Africa! Africa!
Your endangered offspring's have created so many things of which you can be proud

Mother Africa...Don't despair one glorious day we will return and bring the bounty back home for all to share...AFRICA!

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God the Artist

God the Artist

He who paints the sky is an artist beyond compare
His masterful strokes expand the universe
Down thru the depths of the sea
He creates...He plants...He harvests and He reaps
All to express His love and kindness within you and me
His mercy endures forever

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The Rising Son

Son of the Sea TrilogyPart2 
                                  The Rising Son/ Dedicated to: The Slauson Village


On hot summer night lovers lay along the beachfront
Caressing each other so gently as the amber coals in the sandpits slowly melt away
The waves rise and tumult with such majestic force and beauty splashing against the shoreline relentlessly
Infinite as time itself and ever constant.
The pulsation of the conga drum permeates every pebble and grain of sand on the beach
The tinkle and the rat-a-tat-tat of empty bottles and discarded tin cans are transformed into precise percussion instruments
The melodic shrills of the magic flute weave it's translucent web encompassing the gritty growls and riffs that emanate from the golden mouth of the improvisational sounding sax...

                                      The Dance Has Begun

Slender black bodies glisten in the soft moonlight...jerking and gyrating in perfect rhythm to the beat of the drum
The sweet aroma of herbs fills the night air and wine flows freely
Emotions are high and love abounds
The music reaches a crescendo and comes to a gradual halt
A long awaited sigh of relief can be heard then solitude follows...
Dawn ushers in the distant light 
Destined to radiate its warmth and shine in the new day of the rising son


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The Day the Drum Died

The Day the Drum Died/Dedicated to The Watts Drum Circle


It's festival time!...Congeros!...Timbaleros!...Same place same time
The Villager Caller is on the scene looking and waiting to do his thing
Start with a calypso rhythm...tap... tap...tap..tap...tap...tap...
One arrives with nothing but his pride
Another one comes with no drum...Then another but his ego won't let him 
inside
The sacred drum circle in Watts once thrived...Every drum every color and 
size...
Tumbas...Quintos...Djembes and Talking Drums too!!
What caused all this creative energy to subside? 
Why slap these drums anyway?
This is a legacy of our African Ancestors
A commemoration of 1965 when Molotov cocktails flew by
Not Mongo! Not Berretto!...Get real and get down...
Otherwise, the generation to come will remember us and sing a sad song 
called...The Day the Drum Died

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Bombs Over Baghdad

*Bombs over Baghdad (The Urban Wars Collection)

No smiling eyes as misery lights the night sky
Cracked picture frames show a fallen dictator exuding pride
Toppled statues of triumph crumble seeking refuge underground 
with none to be found
The dagger was too close to the heart to survive

                                Bombs over Baghdad

Repression lifts as the bombs drop down
POW's MIA's torture and terror are the order of the day
War and more war, and more and more...
Who pays the price when the stakes are so high?
Who even keeps the score of all the unsung souls?
Lost forever and ever
Who really wins?
Us versus them again and again
Someone will ultimately win in the end
And be proclaimed the all time war machine
Unfortunately...No one will be left to claim the prize

*This poem was written approximately 3 yrs before Saddam Hussein's execution.
 
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The Dead Zone

The Dead Zone 

From day to night in a blur...
Rapid movements flash and stir reflections of your soul
Time stands still in awe of its own mortality
Paralyzed in eternity's abyss
Sonic sounds of endless silence
Are caged in mid-air
Trapped from within until freedom arrives on the wings of sunrise
You are never alone...
Welcome home from the dead zone 

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Cold Blooded Genocide

*Cold Blooded Genocide (The Urban Wars Collection 1989)

What's the matter if a brother wants to wear red, black, or blue?
It ain't nothing but a color brother 
Chill and socialize
Hang up your guns and don't commit cold blooded genocide 
You owe it to yourself to be around
Sporting the good life...Hi-rolling you know 
Now go another way and when you arrive at the other side
Be what may look back and say
I remember when I became a man and decided to survive by not committing 
cold-blooded genocide it's just like suicide!

*This is the first poem from the Urban Wars Collection (1989) The newspaper 
listed all of the children that had been killed due to drive by shootings. The 
article featured a child who attended the same church I went to at that time. I 
still see that little boys face today.

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All That Jazz

All That Jazz/Dedicated to Horace Silver


That underground sound sizzles because it's hot!
That sound from underground tells a story
Drawn deep from my soul
It's moody...it's blue
Sometimes so sublime it soothes you 
Jumping and jiving with a crackle and a pop...

Who's chomping that silver sound from those ivory keys?
Who's thumping that bass and walking the talk?
Trumpets on fire...flying high to dizzy heights!
The sax said, "Just kick back"
The melody's serenade persuades me to relax...
Thunder rolls...lighting flash...cymbals crash
Those mighty drums!
Red tom-toms and rumbles set the pace
For all that jazz

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Black On Black

Black on Black(2003)


The word I heard sitting on 103rd was Black on Black crime crept up 
and busted ten caps!! "What's the Facts?"
They were Black...It's a crime committed every day
Especially in L.A....Brothers killing brothers
What's really going on? Stop the violence increase the peace
Empty rhetoric and cliques...Just something cool to say
If we keep it up total annihilation is on the way
Now you decide what part you play

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The Just One

The Just One 

I want to tell you about my Lord...
You see He picked me up along the roadside one day
And He wiped all my blood away...Yes He did
Then He counted every hair upon my head
And then He anointed my head with oil
You see He fed me and He clothed me too...Uh huh...Yes He did
Because He loved me before I loved myself
And then He came down from His heavenly throne
And He wrapped Himself up in flesh just like me
And He died upon the cross so that I could be free
To live with Him forever in eternity...Yes He did

I'm talking about The Lamb of God
He is The Prince of Peace and The Light of the World
The Bread of Life and The Living Water...Oh the Living Water
He is The Good Sheppard
The Captain of my Salvation and the Redeemer of my Soul He is
The Lion of Judah and The Rock upon which I stand
Sitting at the right hand of the Father interceding on my behalf when the accuser comes and he drags my name all through the mud...Yes he does
I'm talking about The Great High Priest that passed into the heavens
Messiah...
He is The Author and The Finisher of my fate
I'm talking about The Just One
He is The First and The Last...The Alpha and The Omega
The Beginning and The End...

Jesus Christ!