Soul of the Poet

These are the poems written by the poet.....

POET

In memory of Robert Lee Frost

There are not words enough,

To deeply say or yet express

What comes to mind and know

For my poem says it's best

About my fellow poet.

Honors were bestowed upon you

For what you've said to us in words.

yet it's not enough

For what we read or heard

About you my poet.

Hope was very little proclaimed

To a world filled with darkness and gloom.

You used poetic expressive fame

To light up even the darkest room

My poet.

And when you came to the end

Of life's journey to be fold.

You kept us going for years my friend

Through your poetry and fame told

My dear, dear, poet.

(C) 1997     Poem in honor of my favorite poet

NIGHT POEM                        

the splendor of night,

makes it seem so wonderful,

such is a delight that makes up this moment.

I can see the moon hanging high,

the stars twinkle with grace

lighting up the heavenly skies

as it shine at a moment like this.

still is the night my friend,

let's make the best of it.

and so let the night begin a festival of lights in the sky.

o the splendor of the night,

such a wonderful night it is.

Wake Up! Wake Up! 

Politicians- 

Wake up from your sleep 
Of political thinking 
High prices, high taxes 
And back breaking 
It's time to wake up! 

Preachers- - 
Wake up from your sleep, 
Preaching sermons of greed 
Blinded by the LIGHT 
Practicing in the world of sleaze 
It's time to wake up! 

Mother- - 
Wake up from your sleep 
Of finding that man 
To pay for all your problems 
Then away he goes 
Away he ran 
For it's time to wake up! 

Teachers- - 
Wake up from your sleep 
Of educating young minds 
Wasting 
Their lives away 
With them it's hard to find 
It's time to wake up! 

Father- - 
Wake up from your sleep 
Of being a runaway man 
Stand up for yourself 
And don't lie down but STAND 
'Cause it's time to wake up! 

Wake up! Wake up! 
Sleeping time is over. 
He that sleeps too long 
Will miss God at work. 
Your very life uncovered 
For it's time to wake up! 
WAKE UP! 
WAKE UP! 
WAKE UP! 
WAKE UP! 
WAKE UP! 
GET UP! 
WAKE UP! 
GET UP! 
WAKE UP! 
GET UP! 
WAKE UP! 
GET UP! 
GET UP! 
WAKE UP! 
WAKE UP! 
WAKE UP! 
WAKE UP!

 Bridges 

No matter the distance

Between us in miles,

 No matter the lifespan, 

Spread all the while

No matter the challenges,

Given from time to time.

And no matter the sadness, 

For joy isn't hard to find.

No matter how many or few friends, 

Or enemies surrounding you.

But no matter what may before, 

There are bridges between us

And for this I tell you true, 

The best bridge gap to us Is PRAYER.

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True Self 


I cannot hide my true self 
For my true self is who I am 
For who I am is my true self. 

Why must I destroy myself? 
But bleach my body 
Destroying my skin 
Killing of my true self. 

And must I please myself 
Tease myself 
Satisfying myself 
Until it comes down to 
Being myself 
Not fooling myself 
Me. 
Myself and I 
Then to think 
It's better for myself 
No matter what. 
Cheat myself 
Beat myself 
Lie to myself 
But not be myself 
Of whom I am 
And whose I am--- 
It's a sad case 
A sad case indeed 
To not work on myself 
For there to betterment of myself 
And not poison myself 
Until I die and shrink 
Shallow up 
Disappear 
Gone 
Swell up 
Bust right open 
Like a raisin. 
Poof! 
Pow! 
Ssssssss! 
But I got to be true to myself 
For who I am 
And all that I am going to be 
And yet stay true to myself 
For me and nobody 
Else 
Me 
With beautiful self-- 
ME! 
Myself 
My true self 
I love.

Dark Skin Sister 

To W.P. 


Dark Skin 
Sister of another time 
              I see you 

I like you 
               Dark Skin 

Sister.        Hair Long, 

Beauty strong, 
Capturing my heart 
As I watch your 
Every mood               
                   Every move, 
                   Dark Skin Sister. 


Your attitude 
A certain proud ness of self 
I like 
But don't change! 
Baby 
Don't change 
A 
Thang! 
You are because of whose 
You are. 


 7 Sept 99 

(C) 1999   

 Urban Life


AS THE HEARTBEAT OF THE CITY
Beats like a drum,
AS THE HEAT RISES, I AIR
And surrounds the city.
LISTEN TO THE HEARTBEAT
As the city grows
AND EXPANDS MORE AND MORE,
WELCOME TO URBAN LIFE!

SMOKESTACKS fills the air
AND THE CITY BEGINS A JOURNEY LIKE NO OTHER.
WELCOME TO THE URBAN LIFE!
CRIME
Has no friends
BUT NOTHING WHAT'S IT GOOD FOR
TROUBLE!

WELCOME
TO
URBAN
LIFE!

SUNDAY SHOES 
inspired by my wife Vanessa

Can you walk a mile 
In my Sunday shoes? 
Go to places I've been long and wide 
Or some places you'll pay your dues? 

Can you wear my shoes 
That danced in God's praises 
Cutting a step or two 
Head reared back and voice raises high 
Those old dusty Sunday shoes. 

I walked places far as well a near 
And back again to anywhere 
To any place I want to go from here 
And then again. 

To marches long for freedom's cry 
To church on a dusty country road 
To the fields where cotton grow high 
In my old dusty Sunday shoes. 

Can you just walk in 
These old dusty shoes? 
Being foe or either friend 
In those old dusty shoes. 

If i have to walk to hell and back 
I would in these dusty old shoes 
But I only walk to church in them in fact 
These old dusty Sunday shoes. 

I'll keep walking in them until 
The Good Master calls me home 
Hoping someone will someday fill 
These old dusty Sunday shoes. 

Dec. 2007 

Freedom Cry 


in memory of the children of SOUTH AFRICA 


Freedom! 
Lifted out of the ashes and into a river of hope 
A river of joy 
A river of peace. 

CRY FREEDOM! 

FREEdom! 

As a country dies 
And children die because of 
What they believe in 

Cry freedom! 

Freedom! 

You jail them in your jails, 
You murder them, 
Torture them, 
Burn their schools and home 
But we still 

Cry freedom! 

FreedOM! 

YOU CAN DO ALL THESE THINGS 

AND MAKE SPOils of it 
And yet tell them THEY ARE NOT FREE 

BUT WE WILL WITH ALL OUR HEARTS-- 

Cry freedom! 

Freedom! 

NO MATTER THE STRIFE 
Feeling POWERLESS at times 
WHEN there IS NO POWER 
But yet we will forever--- 

Cry freeDOM! 

Freedom! 

You break us down 
Break our spirits 
But we forever 

CRY freedoM!! 

Midnight Sun

Beautiful light, 
Glowing in the night, 
As the city sleeps away, 
Waiting for the following day, 
Night's players play, 
And to be hiding everywhere, 
Stealing with things from one another 
And from people's homes and ripping off brothers, 
For a piece of money--- 
GREED! 
The midnight sun 
Burns shinning over everyone, 
Glowing in the night. 

(C)1999

Soft Music Serenade 

Soothe me 
Groove me 
Making my nature rise 
Even in four part harmony, 
As the music rocks me to sleep, 
And in that time of slumber deep, 
The night's wonderful sounds so, 
Sweet, tasty and even bold, 
With that soft music SERENADES, me 
OH, so right and so deeply. 
The night music has a flair, 
For just soothing you and like the Staple Singers it will "Take You There." 
Soft and sweet, 
Sweet and softly but deep, 
You make my heart flutter so, 
Because that's the way love goes, 
Soothe me. 
Groove me, 
Make my nature rise, 
Even in four part harmony, 
As the music rocks me to sleep, 
And that time of slumber deep, 
Rock my world with your music 
Sweetly, sweetly soothe me.... 

TOO COOL

TO MY BROTHERS KEVIN AND VINSON

I'M SO COOL.

I'M SO COOL 'TIL COOL IS MY MIDDLE NAME.

BEING COOL IS THE ONLY WAY TO BE IN FACT,

IF YOU'RE NOT COOL THEN YOU'RE A SQUARE.

I DON'T HANG WITH SQUARES AT ALL

BUT THE COOLEST OF PEOPLE AROUND.

I'M SO COOL,

I'M SO COOL 'TIL IS MY MIDDLE NAME

YES, COOL IS THE BEST TO BE NOW A DAY

I'M SO COOL!

COPYRIGHT (C) 1983

Beautiful Faces

Beautiful faces 
From every shade of color 
From every span of the globe 
From every walk of life 
From every generation 
From every faith, 
From all types of places 
From every nook and cranny 
Of every place, 
These are the beautiful faces 
Of God's rain bowed shaded 
Globe 
That spins around and around 
On this planet 
Called 
Earth.

CoLoR BLiNd 


I am a man- 
No matter the color 
No matter the race 
No matter the time or place 
I AM A MAN! 

I am CoLoRlEsS- 
No matter if I am WHITE 
No matter if I am BLACK 
But this is a fact 
I AM A MAN! 

I am human- 
No matter who we are 
No matter the boundaries 
I am color blind you see 
And I AM A MAN! 

No matter how you are 
Rather black or white 
Dark or light 
A brown or gray, 
I AM A MAN! 

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Poem 2 The Masses 

To all who may hear me... 

Get it straight from the heart 
From this poet 
Who dreams as dreamers do, 
Watching the clock of time tick away 
The hours so new. 
And yet we are or seem to be far from u, 
Just take a look in the mirror 
Look what do u see? 
And your response is 2 me that I SEE U! 

To all who may see me.... 

An artist, 
A teacher, 
A little hope in someone's life 
To brighten like days of sunshine and sunrise and sunsets 
The nights and days, 
The happiness and sorrows of it all 
I see u before yourself. 
Check in the mirror.... 
What do u see? 
What do u see? 
I asked u once more and u just looked at me with eyes of pain 
And just sighed looked at me with great sadness. 

To all who may BELIEVE.... 

FATHER, SON, HOLY GHOST! 
No one comes before or between them. 
Just those three alone is all we need. 
Do u believe? 
God is Father, 
Jesus is Son, 
Holy Spirit is the Comforter, 
Do u believe? 

To those who HOPE.... 

Peace in this world, 
Peace to u, 
And peace for me. 
Will there be peace? 
My hope is build on God's peace 
The peace He only gives us through the Holy Ghost. 

To those who love... 

Poets and dreamers and artist and musicians 
All talked of love and hope to bring it to this TASTELESS, dry 
Unforgiving world we live in 
And so with that thought 
I ask a simple question, 
WHERE IS THE LOVE? 
I 
poet 
Gives 
This 
Poem 
To 
The 
Masses! 

Copyright (C) 2002

Rain 

Shower me 
Wash me clean 
Let your rain shower me 
Wash me redeem 
My soul so I be made whole 
Once more 
And more 
And once more be clean. 

Let it rain 
Let it pour out on me 
Let it rain 
Let it drench my very soul 
Clean up anything that's not clean 
Once more 
And once more be clean. 

Make me whole 
Make me whole again 
Within me inside out 
Make me whole 
In my life let it be pleasing 
To You so that 
Once more 
And once more be clean. 

Shower me 
Wash me clean 
Let your rain shower me... 

(C) 2006 

Small Still Voices 


To every child born and unborn 

Small faces, 
Faces of future places, 
From war torn countries 
To a land that's free, 
We celebrate these souls. 

The future is yours little ones 
And before your life is done 
We celebrate you 
Your whole life through 
We celebrate these little souls. 

To those ones who are here 
Strong and healthy little dears, 
To the ones who aren't born yet 
We won't forget 
You as well those little souls. 

Small still voices of our times 
The youthful hearts so lovely and kind 
We hear you from the distant cry 
And when we think of you we know why 
You are our dear little souls.

POEM #12 


IN MEMORY OF LISA "LEFT EYE" LOPES 


IN HOPES THAT YOUR SLEEP 
WILL BE THE BEST EVER 
A SLEEP THAT'S ETERNAl 
IN HOPES YOUR SOUL BE AT REST. 
FIRST, HOPING THAT YOU KNOW CHRIST 
SECOND, YOU RECOGNIZED WITH OTHERS 
IN HOPES YOUR REST IS AT PEACE. 
WE WILL MISS YOU 
YOUR CRAZINESS 
YOUR TALENT SO GRAND 
WE WILL MISS YOU DEARLY. 
LIZA YOU ARE LOVED 
I PRAY YOUR SOUL TO BE AT REST. 

30 April 2002

00:13: Train Ride Inspiration 


The night train moves 
Quickly in the night's air 
And the noise from the train 
Keeps a steady beat lugging home. 
I gotten a buzz of inspiration 
Sweet inspiration from other poets 
And their words expressed 
To make me write these lines even now. 

Good vibrations 
Not like the Beach Boys 
But perhaps more lyrical 
Like Langston, Nikki, and yes Butterfly as well. 
Inspired in lyrical soundbites 
Feeding my very soul deep inside. 
Makes me wanna hollar 
Shout it to the world 
I gotten bitten by the Poetic Bug 
An inspiration that's catchy 
To make me write like this.... 

                                            July, 2004

Love Tried Tested and True 


See Him now 
On a tree dying 
Dying for your love. 
He just wanted to share 
That love 
With you as His blood stretched hands 
Are opened wide 
And he dies for you and you 
And me. 

Look at Him now-- 
A sinless man, 
Not guilty of crimes He made 
But He died for you and you 
And me. 

This love springs HOPE, 
This love springs PEACE, 
A love worth dying for, 
Even on a tree 
A love 
Tried tested and true. 


Copyright (C) 1999

Untitled Verse

There's a love worth waiting for, 
A warm body next to me, 
A love so close as close can be, 
A love I surely truly, truly adore. 

Those kisses so sweetly on my lips, 
I still feel night after night. 
The slight touch of your finger tips, 
Touching me so and so right. 

The way you talk to me sweetly, 
Brings chills to my spine, 
Knocking me baby love to my knees 
Knowing that you are mine! 

Sweet of sweetness I do love so 
I can't wait to hold you in my arms 
Just you and I letting the world know 
You are my woman forever. 

Forever sounds so long but I'll wait for you 
And hopefully you will wait for me 
Because you'll know for true 
How our love will honestly be 

Priceless.... 

Nov. '06 


(C)2006

BrOkEn PIeCeS


one
by
one
i pick up the pieces
in my life like a puzzle
i piece it together
the hurt and pain
one
by
one.

Broken Dreams, Broken Images 


Torn. 
Battered. 
Forgotten and even cast aside 
Like anything else 
Or like some piece of garbage tossed 
Thrown away 
Tossed aside 
Unreachable 
Simply just unwanted. 
Yet I still go on 
Struggle by struggle 
By broken dream by broken dream 
By torn vision ofhope 
That glimmer of hope becoming hopeless 
Then hopelessness kicks in. 
But yet I keep going in spite of 
What's being said around me 
I still go on even in pain I 
Still go on even in hopelessness 
I still go on even without joy I 
Still go on struggle by struggle 
I still go on even so 
I still go on..... 

4 Jan 2005 

(C) 2005

Sky 

Maybe 
Somewhere up there 
Skyward 
High 
Beyond the distant clouds 
And stars 
And moon 
Maybe 
Somewhere up there 
Where planets hang in place 
The Heavens above 
Where Earth meet sky 
And all in between 
Of what there is 
Sky. 

(c)1999

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PainTED WORDS

Canvas
PAINT
Words.
CANVAS
PAiNT
More WORDS.
Like PAINT
Like PICASSO'S Work
On canvas
Is the ARTWORK of WORDS
PAINTED
By the poet's
WORDS.
PREtty PICTURES
Pretty words flowing from the VEINS
Like drawing BLOOD
Withdrawing suddenly those words.
Breathing words extracting
WORDS
From the very soul
WORDS.
Pretty PAINTED pictures
Withdrawn
WORDS.

April 2004