... from a Broken man: pieces.

The Awaken One.spoken Poetry

Young and foolish I never knew how the universe revealed,
But being older as a King I gotta keep it real.
I find myself wandering in the past of no return,
Wondering how much respect did I earn.
A moment of peace come thinking about your womb,
And how within me and the universe is intuned.
Writing chasing desires and dreams about things I did in the past,
Will you please accept my apology at last.

Sins that killed the innocence should have been me,
Thinking I was a man because sex was given to me free.
In existence, you share with me the best part of life,
But doing that time I didn't know GOD was giving me advice.
An overjoyed power as a foolish man inside your womb,
Destiny would change a melanin seed into me soon.
Those I made love to and those I never touch,
Please forgive me Goddess for not understanding you so much.

My grievance and despair comes from not recognizing your worth,
Not understanding GOD the father or Mother earth.
Life's bitter fruits have always been the Melain of your skin,
And my life has always been the air that you breathe in.
You commit yourself to a paradise and share a piece with me,
And not knowing that to get to Heaven you were the key.
My inner desire was a selfish mistake to the fetus and myself,
Here is my apology and all my poetry that is left.

You are like a fragile crystal but never broken glass,
A mystery of myth about you never last.
You are unparalleled to every star in the sky,
And the universe always whispers to me why.
You are Divine like a religion we worship all the time,
And if I may say, also fine as wine.(wink)
Spiritual love transformed into sound and speak to me every day,
And even though my ignorance you never went away.

If something ever happens to you celibate, I would be,
A lonely King is walking the earth never feeling free.
To defined beauty, the world must read this poem every day,
And memorize every word while thinking of your beautiful face.
You soothe a man's nerves by touching the deepest of his heart,
And you taught me how from your womb I came out of the dark.
You molded me into a King and sculptured me into man,
Because, your divine womb from the beginning had a plan.

I know better now about the infinite of your womb,
And I promise another poem for you real soon.
I will nourish every moment to respect and teach those around,
That when you are in the room, GOD is on the ground.
Beautiful, secure, gentle (Womb)man, will you accept my apology,
For the first time in my life, I see what GOD see.
God sees our real beauty, not in a sexual type of way,
And I became a KING so I could say I am sorry to your beautiful face.

Patrick Hornsby 

Together in the morning. 

He Loves her, He Needs her

The Awaken One.spoken Poetry 

A voice that lasts a lifetime came out of the dark,
From the fetus, black beauty connected to my heart.
Hidden somewhere deep within your melanin skin,
You are the universe that never has any end.
Within your arteries pumps beauty for us all,
You are teaching us that even God can give a smile.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.

Ancient autumn daybreak comes because of you,
Your black mix with beautiful become one of the few.
I am instinctively feeling your connection all the time,
That's why I always put you in my rhymes.
Always evolving is your eyes so deep,
Vital lovemaking that always put us to sleep.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.

An inherent sense of knowing the beauty of your walk,
Please forgive me, but even your booty talk.(wink)
I am always harvesting the look you give to me,
Writing poetry hoping for a kiss for free.
Your nature’s symmetry is irresistible to the human mind,
Creating a brand new language ebonics call a Dime.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.

A revolving circle of perfection was always your to control,
You are teaching the world about melanin gold.
You have me changing my religion with a smile on my face,
Losing my mind for a second singing “Amazing Grace.”
The sun shines a little brighter when you step outside,
There is proof of your beautiful lips beauty cannot hide.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.

You always delight my searching eye with your coke bottle shape,
Proving that turning my head to look at you was not a mistake.
I give you immortal love from a king to a God,
being blessed by your Skin pigment is such a great job.
The most significant commandment is love I so gladly do,
Being baptized in your beautiful, powerful womb TOO!!
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along... 

© Patrick Hornsby

March 14, 2018  

I am therefore we are.  Ubuntu.

I dig where you're coming from. "With a glimpse of where you will go from this place of being a man imagine where maturity will find a place within you to justify growth. You make it easier to grow where you are going, Patrick Hornsby with your sense of what a woman's sacred place is and what to call the 'She' of essence: the Womb. That is the place the warrior within the man develops a priest craft..."

I'll stop here. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3/22/18 

PRAYER: Tersha Makwiya

My soul preached to me and said, "Do not be delighted because of praise, and do not be distressed because  of blame."

Ere my soul counseled me, I doubted the worth of my work.

Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame. ~ Kahlil Gibran, poet 

Tersha Makwiya by Leah Hawker

See Sarah



drawing of Sarah Vaughn

An infant speaks,

a young girl sighs,

an old man laughs

to hide his cries.

When Sarah sang

her sultry song,

clear blue skies

from now on.

How gentle is the rain

that falls softly on the meadow.

Birds high up in the trees

serenade the flowers with their melodies.

See there beyond the hills

the bright colors of the rainbow,

some magic from above

made this day for us just to fall in love.

©Charles Ghigna

Sarah Vaughn, top jazz singer for many decades

 

In it

Cherokee in the water

Cherokee in white t-shirt

Walt Whitman's words framed my teenage years. "I am large. I contradict myself. I contain multiples."

This Poet says

Our Mistakes

A Poem by Tate Morgan

 

Are we but images made of God his work in labored progress Made from the dust and the sod our one sheer moment of happiness 

We come to terms with our mistakes

to strive, to try, then fail, to win

Seeing what bitter food it makes

tasting the tempting fruits of sin

Looking back along the past

succeeding through our strain

Makes us value life at last

with its unending strife and pain

Who once failed, find triumph sweet

where once stumbled, cry beware

To the other unaccustomed feet

victory comes to those who dare

Are we but images made of God

his work in labored progress

Made from the dust and the sod

our one sheer moment of happiness

What strife encumbers, the soul awakes

learning the errors, of our troubled route

Through sorrows, of our sad mistakes

come truths, we could not live without

Tate

MERRIMENT

Jennifer Crystal
march 5, 2012

Life is not only a merriment;

Life is desire and determination. – Kahlil Gibran

Deserea A.

joyous moment

IN Knowing this...

2 women window shopping 

"God has made many doors opening into truth which He opens to all who knock upon them with hands of faith." - Kahlil Gibran, poet

Lisa Rinna, actress

II

Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
  "When all the Temple is prepared within,
Why lags the drowsy Worshipper outside?"

~ Omar Khayyám

This brotha...

Alpha Male Tribe

Kanye West has a niche, and he has an audience and he is building a legacy. He is making his marks and has found a place in history within his circle of influence and it is as wide as it is. You can't take that away from him or anyone who has achieved many of their goals. You can say that about people full of fears who die unfulfilled.

It is a bit frightening reading the comments written by white men here in the States and abroad. One man, Jeffrey Vince, said, "Come here, "BOY" and get to pickin' that cotton before I whip you and then hang you!"

There was one white cat (Tim Moore) who had a bit of gentle insight that could bear civil scrutiny. He said, "If you read his comment, unlike the others, Its all about Kanye. Look at me , Im busy Making History. Hey Idiot Boy, history made you Didnt your mamma teach you how to Appreciate where you come from? You didnt get where you are without history Or all by Yourself. I think thats why people dislike you! When in the public eye."

Others raged and ranged between calling Kanye West an asshole male and an alpha female to an 'ass clown sissy bitch!' It was brutal, but it showed a deep sense of the history of white men's sense of outrage against Black manhood defined outside of the range of expectancy white men deem to be the totality of a Black man's masculinity, strength, and voice.

But, on another hand the words Kanye West said, "I feel like I am too busy writing history to make it." is full of reprehensible holes in his thinking. He misrepresented his race, and skirted away from his cultural legacy of excellence. In earlier times before Blacks had the right to vote, and lynching was outlawed most Colored folks would have been embarrassed at any Negro visible in the white man's world saying something that made him look less than. It would be better if he'd accompany any boast with a deep sense of being well read in history. It would have made him scholastically relevant. After all he is a wordsmith, and the responsibility of working with words and having a voice and being thoughtful about the responsibility his position holds, and his gifts accord him is serious.

Maybe he did deserve the backlash from white men themselves manipulated by rich white men who have historically ruthlessly manipulating poor and poorer whites for their comfortable gains with skill and consistency. But, that is a history lesson white men without power have to unearth for themselves before any of us can sit down as men and begin to reconcile what needs to be reconciled within us, and between us. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 9.17.13

Kanye WEST

OUR POET

“Negroes —

Sweet and docile,

Meek, humble, and kind:

Beware the day - They change their mind.”

— Langston Hughes 

Langston Hughes at the typewriter. An important man, and mind during the Negro Renaissance period of our history, and fundamental to the Negro of the 20th century. Langston Hughes was deeply proud of his Indian blood, but given the nature of thinking around mixed blood Indians that abounds in Black consciousness that is a little known fact.

Lioness Daiba Sala

OLD AGE 2

Jennifer Crystal

An old man likes to return in memory to the days of his youth like a stranger who longs to go back to his own country. He delights to tell stories of the past like a poet who takes pleasure in reciting his best poem. He lives spiritually in the past because the present passes swiftly, and the future seems to him an approach to the oblivion of the grave. – Kahlil Gibran 

Venezuelan model Valeria Bravo

 May 7, 2013

OLD AGE

Jennifer Crystal, model

Many are the men who curse with venom the dead days of their youth; many are the women who execrate their wasted years with the fury of the lioness who has lost her cubs; and many are the youths and maidens who are using their hearts only to sheath the daggers of the bitter memories of the future, wounding themselves through ignorance with the sharp and poisoned arrows of seclusion from happiness.

Old age is the snow of the earth; it must, through light and truth, give warmth to the seeds of you below, protecting them and fulfilling their purpose. – Kahlil Gibran 

Jennifer Crystal

SEDUCTION

Denise Richards, actress

Is it not true, that every time we draw Beauty we approach a step nearer to Beauty  And every time we write the Truth we become one with it? Or do you propose to muzzle poets and artists? Is not self-expression a deeply seated need in the human soul? ~ Kahlil Gibran

Denise Richards 

Denise Richards (11.13.12
photo gallery

... but a glimpse: LUST

Jennifer Crystal
by Mark Hartman

Beauty reveals herself to us as she sits on the throne of glory; but we approach her in the name of lust, snatch off her crown of purity, and pollute her garment with our evil-doing. ~ Kahlil Gibran, poet & author 

LOVE GENTLE

model Jennifer Crystal
by Mark Hartman

LOVE

“Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.” ~ Kahlil Gibran

WALK AS A MAN, gently

Damian Siqueiros Photographer

The flowers of May,
swiftly went away.
Let us toss, and kiss, and play,
on the summery hay. ~ Damian Siqueiros

June 1, 2013

"... just beautiful. the feel is sublime. i am touched by your artistry, and the way you have captured, for me, the feel of my young manhood. I know how it feels to walk barefoot through fields up to and through mud, puddles and streams. The feel of loose clothing has none of the restriction of Western clothes, and its accompanying ideology of restraint. 

The flowers. Walking with Beauty is a walk with the inner self in its intended beautiful form. I was fond of walking with roses I'd either found in the wild, or bought from a vendor. Anyway, it is the ability and understanding of why it is important to walk as a man in the free spaces that imprints the soul with some of the answers to the why of the questions that intrigue our intellect, and stirs our creative energies into motion." ~ Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 6.6.13

MOTHERS NOIR

For the love of the people.

“He who does not prefer exile to slavery is not free 

by any measure of freedom, truth and duty.” 

~ Kahlil Gibran, poet

WATER CARRIES PAIN

Ty Gray-El, you wrote a poem. The words said, "Hurricanes seldom if ever come off the Pacific Ocean. They do not come off the Indian nor do they travel the Arctic Oceans. They come across the Atlantic Ocean. They all get started as Tropical Depressions around the western shores of Africa, they take virtually the same root as the Middle-Passage-Slave-Trade and slam primarily into the southern states of America. And so, for all these reasons I submit Hurricanes are the Breath of My Ancestors.."

Ty, that poem; those words, the essence of it stays with me and whirls into play every time I am in and watching the wind whip rain high into the air. The first time I heard you do that poem at Bowie State University there was an immediate divide. I had two guests from my Rotary Club there. The husband understood and felt the sentiment. The emotion you delivered with was overwhelming. But Yul could not get the slave connection out of the reasonable part of his head down into his heart. We talked at length the following Monday at our weekly meeting with everyone else in the club. It was a long discussion; a fruitful one.

Not every white person feels the African angst the way we do, we decided that day, even though it logically makes sense that such an energy would create quite a stir in the ocean it is hard for many minds to accept your assertion.. The thought, the notion of the motion in the ocean carrying the angst and grief in the Atlantic is conceivable, but not possible was thought by some. But I see that Water carries Life, the Womb carries Water, and water, the carrier, holds and echoes voices. I hear African cries every time I stand on the coast of the Atlantic. No matter what side it is the cries are appeased by an offering of prayer and tobacco. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
August 2012

Naturally Curly Girlz

FRAGILE

MAIDEN

"There is no affection purer and more soothing to the spirit than the one hidden in the heart of a maiden who awakens suddenly and fills her own spirit with heavenly music that makes her days like poet's dreams and her nights prophetic." - Kahlil Gibran

La Petite Lingerie model
wearing an Etoile set

une petite model
wearing Closer set lingerie

LUST

"Beauty reveals herself to us as she sits on the throne of glory; but we approach her in the name of Lust, snatch off her crown of purity, and pollute her garment with our evil-doing." - Kahlil Gibran

ZINGOMA in the key of LIFE

from the galleries of  SEX AND GOD
10.13.12

Don't be afraid
Open your mouth and say
Say what your soul sings to you
Your mind can never change
Unless you ask it to

Lovingly re-arrange
The thoughts that make you blue
The things that bring you down
Only do harm to you
So make your choice joy
The joy belongs to you
And when you do
You'll find the one you love is you
You'll find you love you..

by 

Denny Hutchison