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Monday, March 26, 2012

Couscous Consciusness


In the laughter seeping through the after dinner drinks
Them with their imported cognacs and whiskies
Me sipping on my warm watery herbal tea
The darkness of their words cloaked my eyes
Pierced the drumming beats in my ears

The blades of words spoken
with the gentleness of a thousand swiss army knives
slashing through the savannah grassland
Guillotine on the unworthy heads of our nations
Every head, it seemed would fall
The poor African babies decapitated
for their inevitable immorality
...unless fed on Caucasian couscous
and nutritious democratic consciousness
Unless fed on modern yes, western mannerisms
they face impending malnutrition

Do I taint your dining experience
With my muddy face in a sea of pristine faces
My Africanness a sore puss
On your delicate chaste skin
Does the tough and rough of my ebony mind
Threaten the brittle halo hovering above your souls

I suppose i should be grateful
For the burden you have borne
To relieve us of a barbaric existence
Clothed our nakedness,
guided us out of the wilderness of ignorance
directed our action with logical thought
gently pried the grenades from our unsaved hearts
filling our bellies with maize and Christ
once filled with bush meat and wild plants
unsavory to the civilized mind

Applause and appreciation is in order
White angels have spread their wings over our barren lands
sacrificing their lavish, peaceful, scrupulous comforts
to travel on potholed roads
lined with prostitutes and paupers
only to earn pennies instead of pensions
and suffer suntans and servants
under the harsh African sun







Sunday, January 16, 2011

Ying Yang

A warrior of light shines in the depth of darkness
though fate may present dark situations
they do not blind the warrior
for the light shines from his soul
and what is good or bad anyway?
if not mere creation by the human mind
does a sheep deem a lion 'bad'
for making him his dinner
does the frog view the serpent as evil
for devouring him whole?
so of the warrior of light,
does he condemn a battle as evil
non-battle as banal
or parts of his ying yang?
if the universe or creative spirit
or God as it may be, were perfect
would it create imperfection
or just what IS?

16 Jan 2011

Tradition of the moon

Embarking on a new path in my life’s journey
so compelled to re-read Brida
but fear informed me of my folly
yet the folly was unreal as my fear
I wish to abandon my soul to my dreams
starting a new
creating with positive consequence
but where is the mirror response
where is the guide and teacher to walk with
do some of us warriors have to go it alone?
do some teachers never manifest
that we are to rely solely on guardian Angels?
I no longer fear failure
I have been at the door of hell
and lived to tell my tale
I learn from every bruise and cut
perhaps my current situation of change,
new country,
clean slate and empty bank account
force me to take my path
but any path?
with nothing more to lose
and abundance to gain.
Yet how would I start, who can I ask
to guide me in the Tradition of the moon

16 Jan 2011

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Prisoner of Piety

Flesh openings,
dark frolicking
prisoner of my piety
Passions I should have enjoyed
Pleasures I ought to have tasted
Clandestinely devoured,
rocking hurriedly
inserting inappropriately
Stolen, licked in dingy alleyways
shying away from Priests and Preachers
Unseen by the robed Rabbi
Unsuspected by Ayatollas and Monks
I offer my sins for confession
hide my plesures 
at the bottom of my grave
hoping in thereafter
my angels will receive
my virgins will submit




7 Jan 2011

Enlightenment


Conviviality despite triviality
Surprises in the uprisings
Contentedness in my centeredness
Flippant feelings cast away
Swaying in and out of consciousness
Singing in the depth of the subconscious
Wallowing no more in swamps of dissatisfaction
A fraction of my emotions
Bearing gallons of gratitude
For the abundance of the universe
And the grace of gains granted
Contemplating our minds’ conversion
Into peaceful pilgrimages
Partaking in this providence
Pondering the path of enlightenment
5th Jan 2011

Butterfly Dreams


Warmed by the cocoons embrace
For many days I hibernated
Hanging on this branch
Meditating my role on earth
But now the world awaits.
Waking from my slumber
Darkness all around
Yawning, stretching
Wriggling to be free
To reach the sunlight out there
For this nest no longer homes me
Yet this test no longer haunts me
Spreading my wings
In ecstatic rainbow colors
Tentative kisses to the flowers
Plenty of kisses from the children
In their search of playful beauty.
I’m willing the wind to carry me
To touch and float in the clouds
Riding the meadow bushes
Savoring the morning dew
Before I become one with the earth
Once more to the place of rebirth
10 Jan 2011

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

CHANGES

Phases flipping
changes chiming through me
following in my footsteps
making me fetal,
Inspiring adventures
I venture into the unknown
faith lighting my shadows
making my fears feel shallow
I swallow the pain
spit out fire
hoping, praying each dawn
to soar as an eagle
grow to my goal
touch the horizon
crawl out of the maze
unwrap the haze
unveil my eyes' embrace

5 Nov 2010