Liquid Emotion

So much commotion…

seemingly living in a world

that has forgotten the notion

of human connection

and shared emotions.

One big white truck

in Nice, innocent hundreds struck.

Police…American Black male…

over and over again the same sad story this entails.

Civil wars that destroy and displace,

cultivating great pain and unleashing raw hate.

The environment, alas, we continue to mercilessly rape.

All this, we can no longer tolerate!

For we were crafted to only connect and create.

Make no mistake,

if we continue at this deadly pace,

Earth may no longer compensate

and will need to retaliate

in order to recalibrate.

BIG BANG

NO MORE HU-MAN.

But wait!

By dint of endless, deserve-less Grace,

it’s never too late

to come back together

and reevaluate;

to begin anew

with the view

that in His Hands,

He’s got the whole world

and not just a few.

Love, use we

Love, You…

design we

birth we

raise we

feed we

fill we

teach we

sustain we

define we

refine we

awaken we

enlighten we

embolden we

Now,

Love,

please hear we:

use we

guide we,

have Thy Will be done

through we-

mere instruments of Your peace

’til the day You release

each one of we

back home

unto Thee.

 

 

tran·scend·ence

you’re lost in a Trance

engulfed in sweet Rapture

Altered,

delved into a completely New

inner Space

one where you Consume and then reflect

blinding Light Energy

as you Navigate

the very Depths of your Soul

releasing false Ego

and other Non-sense

filling your Cup instead

with an Equanimity, a peace

that passeth all understanding.

hold on

grab that thin ledge

with fingertips tired, worn and red.

hang on tight

don’t you dare give up The Fight!

don’t look down

at that cold, distant ground.

look up instead

at what your God has just ahead.

hold on;

stay strong.

your life: not all wrong.

your story: not yet done.

 

America

One nation

under God

indivisible…

a country,

a study

in democracy.

On what it means,

the responsibility

of being “free.”

We continue to learn

to see

repeatedly

that “free”

that equality-

not always easy

and often lacks clarity.

Constant to and fro,

outer battles

reflecting

inner struggles.

Still, we stand!

For/from ourselves much better demand.

So much at stake:

too much needed Love to make

and bridges to create

as per God’s Great Mandate.

L’homme Délicieux

how is it possible that God could have poured

so much deliciousness in just one Cup?

it is simply too much for another to sop up!

blowing the mesmerized mind every time,

man delicious,

can’t look at ya,

can’t look away.

your utter exquisiteness

holds such sweet sway.

too fine,

you personify sublime.

so damn divine,

like a delectable glass of rare, perfectly aged wine.

beyond luscious,

you overpower, disarm and intoxicate!

how then does a mere mortal adequately navigate?

enthralled, thrown, spellbound,

I ask my Lord:

why so much scrumptiousness into one Cup you poured?

 

 

Beautiful Man

Come here, My Dear.

I can feel you so very near.

Come to me,

soon, please-

as per God’s Will.

Beautiful man,

crafted by The Potter’s Hand,

specifically

for me-

as I for thee,

come, let us together journey

spiritually,

creatively,

and intellectually.

You: My benevolent King –

wise teacher, merciful mirror, fierce protector.

Me: Your appreciative Queen-

cinnamon muse, the air you choose to deeply breathe.

We: Blessed

beloved,

bespoken –

coming together

forever

in service to

our Heavenly Father.

 

 

 

 

do you see what I see?

come to me, Beloved.

come, straight with not a hint of a chaser:

no art on your face

nor hair made up and straight.

come to me in your most natural state.

allow me to see exactly what God done create.

let me see you in the “harsh” Light,

not just undercover “protected” by the night.

My Love, why the masks?

you know I must ask.

why do you feel you must always run from me,

hiding away your true identity?

what is it you do not wish for me to see?

come, Baby.

sit,

breathe,

be.

then,

look

at

Me.

Look into your mirror through my eyes.

do you see what I see-

your great beauty,

that you are infinitely worthy

just as you are

right now?

in your own eyes,

do you see in you the mystery,

vulnerability,

fragility,

abundant curiosity,

and stubborn audacity?

do you?

really?

and of the fine lines indelibly etched on your face-

do you see your long history and humble ministry?

do you, Baby?

what of your beautiful skin-

scarred, marred, unshaven, uneven?

therein, your unique composition,

not crafted to be ignored,

but deeply appreciated and fully explored.

do you see what I see, Baby?

your True Story,

your ineffable Glory.

 

 

 

 

Legacy

born of a visionary-

one gifted with the ability

to farther see,

one who then generously

takes us on their journey.

Legacy…

what is left behind,

that which will stand the test of time.

planted seeds

the rich harvest of which

will not ever be seen.

lessons taught

from painful battles fought.

inspiration elicited

from a long gone Heart that contributed.

the many lives transformed

from a Life that is now in another form.

a world made brighter

from a dimmed Light of significant matter.

 

emptied

fill what was once occupied,

what once could bear life inside.

fill it with Light;

fill it with Words;

fill it with Music;

fill it with Wisdom;

fill it with much Love.

fill it, please

with all of these.

fill it so the void

don’t spread

to my head.

fill it

so that I can choose, always,

Life

instead.

You emptied me.

now, to overflow,

fill me.

make me

a vessel,

a vehicle,

a channel.

then, pour from me

abundantly and continuously

until I return home,

to Thee.