Sunday, August 27, 2006

Enlightenment (In the key of Funky Blue)

I see you got an education
Can tell your nouns from all your verbs
You can add,divide,and multiply
Are you hearing what I heard?
You can tell me about Egypt
tell me why stocks rise and fall

But my friend, if you don't know HIM
you don't know nothin' at all

Whoa, nothin' at all
Whoa, nothing at all
Not a thing

Do you know?
Do you know?
What do you know?
Do you know?
Do you know?

(Verse 2)
See I was lookin' for some healin'
but the healing must be lost
Cauze every man had a different brand
and y'all know how much it cost
Now I ain't trying to be discouraged
cauze I know who it is I call

But my friend, if you don't know HIM,
You don't know nothin' at all--

Whoa, nothin' at all
Whoa, nothing at all
Not a thing

Do you know?
Do you know?
What do you know?
Do you know?
Do you know?

Not a thing


The one who helps us through our pain
appointed to rebuke the rain
Jesus, he's a keeper, and he'll reach ya, if you call

But my friend, if you don't know him--
You don't know nothin' at'all

Oooh at all
Nothing at all
Whoa, at all

Friday, August 25, 2006

i, too, dream. (for 3rd i. rest in peace)

If you are considering taking your life, please know there is hope, beloved ones...Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem

the wonder
of winds
the kiss of the soul
a cold word
breaks, but won't bend

breath of my breath
skin of my skin

yet hungry to the bone

she leaves behind a packaged
soul, gone, home.

a pause between her eyes and the dream

the resident muse
has moved
but her things remain among us

what if's make me
why then's over take me
predicated on my futile fears
that seem to grow with gusto

captured by
the swell of the song
before the movie moment

i, cry to hear you laugh

i, pray to hear you dream

i, long to see your life

i, too, dream.


I hear you knocking
by 3rd i

i hear you knocking but you can't come in
it's time i said no
stood my ground like an old oak tree that will not be moved
nor swayed by the dripping of honey that come from your lips

oh...i hear you...but you can't come in

Isaiah 61:3 To all who mourn in Israel, he will give beauty for ashes, joy instead of mourning, praise instead of despair. For the LORD has planted them like strong and graceful oaks for his own glory.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Two poems


You claim that I have
Been derelict in my loving
But the dereliction
was in the delivery


The heart is
a slippery creature
but it like to be held just the same

Monday, August 21, 2006

Moving day

I try to 'cop a 'tude/ like I don't care/because it hurts less that way/because the risks are so great/the returns so infrequent/because they never love me, but the idea of me/beacause i always said it would be the man that couldn't walk away who would have me/cauze walking is a man's sport/and I have known the stars/cauze above all else I come with my own things and i don't need nothin' on nobody's lay-a-way that i cannot afford

and then--- you.

maybe it is

the ripple of your
as it hits my ear
and I flinch
from the reverberation
of your pen


the poised
syllables strong as Armageddon

or the fact that you boldly
call me out on my own porch
them fightingwords
pulling me close
until the sultry moment sticks
to my clenched fists
like cologne on your skin

but I
I breath heavily, pause, and lean in
to the dampness of you

maybe it is

the prolific pause
of your lips
kissing life
drowning me in volumes of
words I wouldn't even whisper


simply that
I need
to need

All I know is
I'm in that kind of mood right now--
them fine lines
are cracking
me like the break before the rush
reflective gaze is blowing my limbs
like trees swallowed by a storm
I'm aching for your awe


if you stand up
in your full majesty
if your eyes search to know me
if your fingers
my face
I just might break
I just might return
I just might be moved

Thursday, August 17, 2006

good fairies

Who killed little Miss America?
the flaxen haired
tawny curled beauty
that so many secretly adored?
Was it an
of hand
cutting through the night
or was
it the sight of her
an angel


in her family photo

innocence and knowledge
dancing on her forehead
like sizzling beads of sweat?

who will dance for us now
who will bw the coveted dream
that no one has
but we all long for
like the ache to the tooth
before the good fairies come

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Somewhere between Heaven and Earth

I lean into the sloping curve
of a naveled nexus
and lick
salty, like lime on the lips
of a glass
where the drink has taken
to the human valley
somewhere between heaven and earth

it is
the in between
that gets me every time

the sin and the reconciliation
the love and loss
the faith and fear

"All the evil and all the love" as Shug Avery says

that keeps me
for something more

Monday, August 14, 2006

To Be Gifted...

It's a new day!
(It's a new day!)

It's a new day!
(It's a new day!)

Your gift
from God
is your debt to the world
you give because
it was given
to you
free of charge

To whom much has been given
Much is required
The requiem of a dream
rooted in God's desires
No matter how hard it gets
keep that inner fire
And God will take your talent
use it for something higher

It's a new day!
(It's a new day!)

It's a new day!
(It's a new day!)

Your gift
from God
is your debt to the world
you give because
it was given
to you
free of charge

Don't you bury your talent
you got to let it grow
if God has given it to you
let the people know
Much is required
We were are given purpose
so let your purpose show
and when the spirit leads
you'll feel that warming glow!

It's a new day!
(It's a new day!)

It's a new day!
(It's a new day!)

If you're a writer (write on)
If you're a mother, be strong
If you're a singer sing praise
If you're teacher, show the way
If you're dancer, jump high
If you're an actress make them cry
Use your gifts, don't let life pass you by

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Marcus and Patricia

(sometimes the characters come alive..)

Oriole Slugger
Cat in the hat lover
Lives to paint

He’s gotta heart of thunder
And lightening
That frightens her
Into fierce defense
Ready for the pitch

He waits
And wants
Cotton candy mouthed
For her

Never has such a whole
Made him feel more like a man
Bold, bodacious brassiness
So warm and real
He watches her
With a quiet awe

This woman he’s been fussing with all his life
This woman who knows his every scar
From roller blade to handlebar
This woman who tells him
The truth even when he’d rather hear the lie
This woman who has leaned into the curve of his lonely arm
And made it a home

Beautiful women must camp out at your doorstep
She says
What would you want with me?

He smiles
Woman, awiite.

If only she would let him love her
With the lights on
Love her changing seasons
The rushed
penciled in notes to herself
The butterfly wing tips that span her dreams
Wider than she thinks
Her hips are, when she smooths them
Self consciously
And pulls on the short wisps of her hair

This woman who lives loud
And is ashamed
This woman who survived the cruelest love
This woman who knows his heart like the back of his hand
This woman who was done wrong
Yet did right
This woman he has been fussing with all his life
He knows her every scar
Butterscotch kisses each truth with love

As they stand there in the
August rain
White walls parted by a smooth black sky
His heavy heart longs to remind her:

His lips long to taste her
Beautiful women camp outside his door
This woman is
the one
the only one
He lets in