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images broken
open
metaphors
becoming alive...
with
spoken word
fleshed out
altering
form...

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and 'Rise' (A Theatrical production ....Artistic Director and Co-Writer ...)

AMEN!

BEING...

everytime I say
I AM...
something stops
me
just in time
against this backdrop
of bigotry
speaking
clearly and loud
of consquences
so...
I fall back
to the comfort
of familiarity
lacking courage
TO BE...
I fear
when my heart
fails me..
am silent
when words
confuse me
cower
when bravery
escapes me
then
I remember...
BELIEVE
because faith
guides me
THINK
because mind
tells me
WRITE...
because art
saves me...
LOVE...
because God
is me
sometimes it is best
to face life
even when it is ugly...

SONG

for Stevie W.
songster, poet
wandering musician
breathing sweet melody
song...
of life and love
into depths
of feelings and thoughts
with devotion
whole and complete
holding completely
words closely
conquering the world...

TO WHAT DEGREE?

golden light
reflecting on waters
emanating from
bright cadences
of orange and yellow
moving
with the sun...
or
voices merging
with a higher mind
rekindling faith
touching hands
being free...
soft and light
or
MOON
shining bright
on edges of clouds
igniting the sky
from a distant sphere
to what degree?
everything and all
stroking freedom
through beauty
through love
heavy hands
gone now...
into nothing
where
there
is
life
that is how much
totally...

FINAL COUNT

taxie drivers talkin' politics
'bout FNM and PLP
early morning
election fever dying down
waitin' for the final count
too cold to worry
too close to call
everybody huddlin'
in the corner
off the roadside
with mac and tams
cold stop
everybody revolution
today
no steel pan
no saxaphone
quiet
for the final count
FNM or PLP

BREATHE...

BLANK PAGES

words spill
onto blank pages
songs reborn
with streaks of violins
in purple haze
heart rhythms
hanging off tips of pens
dance
as ballads return
uplifting the wind
drums beat into air
onto leaves
stained with ink

steady hand
steady mind
steady heart

ACCEPTANCE

no sin in being
oneself
made perfectly
in light
of creation...
truth
a mighty hand
strips away walls
away from duality
who one is
and who one
pretends to be...
no journey is easy
always scary
often painful
but simply said
i accept me...
God smiled
and said
congradulations
you have now
accepted
me...

THE STILL POINT

walked many miles
each step seeming
harder than the last
in a moment's rest
eratic thoughts turn
steady...
at a still point
in a moving world
sturdy hands
weave colours
of light
through intervals
of gray
a walker may become lost
in narrow passages
tangled in the confusion
its hard
finding one's way
onto clearer paths
moving straight
at a still point
for a moment in time...

TOUCHED

if angels could touch
warm on the heart
I would hear your voice
calling me near
clear like bells
soft as light
almost here
not gone at all...
infact everywhere
I think I hear
your memory
my mind seeing you
like yesterday...
I think I heard
you call my name
loving and kind
your voice
I remember it well
I felt comforted
knowing you there
touching me....

CANVAS

colours dance
like fire
spreading on canvas
bleed into one another
lines curve to meet
thickly
swirling 'round
time
without beginning
shapes rearranging
spectrum...

BECOMING...

I am
becoming...
strong
seeing me
being easy
becoming...
tall
at last
knowing
accepting
becoming...
free

WINGS

stretched
in flight
turned upward
lifting clouds
arched across blue
spreading
high

THE OTHER

birds clip their own wings
in mid flight
I see a hand stretched high
up..reaching for another just the same
each hand meeting the other
gripping the sky
heavenly host
guiding most precious thoughts
seeing eyes
taking flight into love
promises made through the mist
so many bridges to cross
into forever...