I turned on the radio today, and heard a sweet song in my mind that was hard to define. But as much as I tried I couldn’t get this song out of my mind. I would sit and think to myself about the song that was in my life. About the detail words and the vision filled with incite. This song had a feeling in the air waves that made my emotions reach its deepest height. I could remember this song because it wasn’t slow or fast. But it had the right pitch and the right tone to make me feel the vibe. And this melody that I heard its tunes would flow often through my veins. Increasing my hunger and desire to know the song more and even remember its name. I would forever tattoo the lyrics to my brain. So that the mere thought of this song could bring back memories again. I heard a sweet song. Yes, like harmony in my ear. So beautiful so wonderfully in tune with my senses I could shed a tear. I heard a song that made me realize that music is nothing without a melody. I heard a song that made me realize that music is nothing without harmony. I heard a love song that made me feel compassion. I heard a sad song that made my heart feel agitation. I turned on the radio today, and heard a sweet song in my mind. Something that is just so wonderful that it could stand the test of time. Leaving you with a painted picture that is still almost blind. What could it be? Could it be the first or second line? Or even the chorus and music that flows with each note. Is it the combination of the lyrics that filled your body and soul with thoughts? That let you know that turning on the radio gave you something more than just hope. Yes, I turned the radio again, to feel my mind with music in my ear.
So that I could remember this music that no one else could hear.
(c) 2006 Keith Davis. All Rights Reserved.
(c) photo by copilot
Chemistry reaction// love is truthful//
Love is pain//
Yet love is kind//
Not knowing the engraving, the pilot, fight//
I am breathing, painfully/
But eating, dangerously//
Hopefully// you won't be bitten, by a rattle snake//
It's the dangerous, soul//
Leaving, your body// in autumn, dream//
Yes, freely//
No, not lightly//
But dangerously//
(c) 2006. Leon Basin. All Rights Reserved.
TONIGHT
The American Dreams
Used to induce Black screams
While giving the Anglo-Saxon
Enough meat, beans, and means
To make believe as Kings and Queens
To mock us they flew Jim Crow
A lazy trifling scab;
Starving White actor in poor Black drab
And spead on a phony black face
From no allel of Pharaoh
For laughs and to get rich
They faked the black woman
As an ugly lively submissive bytch
Dubbed her Mammy our Aunt like Jamima
No sister of Sheba, Nubia, Asante nor Cleopatra
We grew to shed the bafoon`s cloak too soon
So some Yankees grew a full grown Zip Coon
Like a ravenous "spirit eating weed" in our garden conscience
Whites liked to have believed we spawned out from chimneys
The consensus was to call our little blessings
Little black Sambo`s, little mongrels, and pickaninnies
Wild childs, dirty and unkept hair, innocently lost and bug-eyed hungry
White villans in white hoods believed we were the wrong kind of Supermen
But watermellon, luke warm water, and each other, was our kryptonite
Anglo-Saxons employed us in our own demise and thought us to be handy
Like they were gigantic cats whoms coats we groomed, litters we raised,
Sacrificed our flesh for their hunts viciously consumed, and God images praised,
So they thought.....
Right?
Don`t lessons need to be taught?
And books bought? Tonight!
(c) 2006. Daniel "Synergy" Wade. All Rights Reserved.
(c) Photo by powerbooktrance
(c) Photo By antmoose
Demigod
It only takes one person to
say the right thing
to steal your courage
I hate you
and love you all in one breath
You make me cry, then make me smile
You lie like you breathe
Determined to make me feel less than me
I wish I knew the words to make
my spine uncurl
I wish I knew how to walk away
From the intensity that radiates from you
like the sun
You used to be my God
Until you opened my eyes
and saw you were just a man
Just a man
And somedays Im okay with that
Just not today
(c) 2006. LaEbony Goodwyn. All Rights Reserved.
The children of today are super strong
They fight against the system
That is oh so wrong
They have survived the greatest toils and trouble
The alcohol and drug business
That purposely puts you in a double bubble
They have survived the greatest experiments ,,, one after another
They were also shown
How to kill their sista and brotha
The children of today are super strong
They fight to survive the system
That is oh so wrong
Wake up call! It's a wake up call y'all!
Reverse the curse!
(C) 2006. Ruth Isaacs. All Rights Reserved.
(c) Photo By Farl
(C) Photo by dorothyhess18
Moderate Waters
I like to lick
Moderate waterfalls
In 77 degree weather
While spying on
An orgy of rain clouds-
Before the rain
I like licking
Moderate waterfalls
While fishing with a
Bare hand
Holding nothing
And a phallic-
But effective fishing stick
Guided by the other hand
While pre-rain begins to drip
Dropping the mood on me
I lick
Moderate waterfalls
Like how I lick melting
Pralines n' Cream
That finds its way
All over my fingers
I like licking while fingering
Moderate waterfalls
Because the response is such
A soothingly drizzled drawl
It's like taking a bath
To cleanse before my wrath
(C) 2006. Daniel "Synergy" Wade. All Rights Reserved.
(c) 2006 Soulful Synergy, LLC. All Rights Reserved.
