the legacy

the legacy
that is my journey
from child to man
from man to spirit
from spirit to master
is marked with death
along the road
the sign posts
and limitless speeds
in all directions
and dimensions
screaming horn talk
beating snares
sighing blue
crying ivory tears
breathing
the heart of the purest truth
bleeding
this blood soaked mantle
dripping pain
swung on trees
and hung from lamp post
these Jim Crow darlings
sipping the Massahs brandy
in bow ties
with shiny faces
oiled with fatback greased
limp curls fried with iron hot combs
singing white teeth
hearing Mr Charlie
yearning for self love
the respect of a Man
and the freedom of a soul
if I could have been there
and now
if I could have been now
skinny ties and labels
v-shaped blackness
in black and white
naive europeans in facistnation
of negrophilia
these layers
mounting up like eagles
flying as the wind
falling like white hooded sheets on
xylophonic melodic minors
and whole tone absolutisms
this Coltrane vector
in perfect geometric
silence
born as life from
modal Indian ragas
and holy occidental meditations
in worship
and rapture
as negro spirits
these sounds
are now
my own

this promise

the pregnant womb
holds the future
that is my second life
my purpose
she is my eternity
and with God I celebrate
the love of the happenstance
indifference which is her birth right
this child
in this time
the time of now
that is held in the cradle
of my eternal voice
as a candle shinning in the darkness of evil
this hope
in raptured innocence
speaking with new thoughts
and convictions
this promise
vowed when the earth began
as the spirit moved across the waters
curls numbered and counted
predestined, shaped and moved
this gift of life
as propitiated sacrafice
this love
feeling with the treasure that is our new vision
of honesty, truth
integrity and wisdom
this family
uncleaved from the maternal
grace that patiently
nursed a man-child for so
long consumed with lust
ego and self
my child is God's child
and I love her
with every breath
and waning heartbeat
until the end of my life
and beyond beyond

hopscotch

the morning tear of God
rest on a blade of indifference
kneeling in the wind
defiant and omniscient
in hopeful singularity
the day has risen
the promise of life that She holds
in that ocean of tear
which is Her reason
calls the children to the playground of life
that is fate
four square
kickball
and rainy hopscotch
a child's most important thought
is greater than every world concern
crisis,politic or discovery
for a child is of life
and we are of death