this tree

that tree is the same tree you obey

that tree is the same tree you decay yourself for

you are the slave to the money that you

bleed

breathe

and break your back

everyday of your life

that tree is the history

my forefathers rested on

yet that tree is the strife

the end of a colored life

that my forefathers hung from

that tree is family

a connection

a church

a distant praise to the lord above

its a beautiful disastrous confusion of creation

this tree is our respriration

this tree is death

it grows with our pain

it grows with our tear along with the rain

growth from the beautiful risk taking

quiver of a trumpet

the beautiful song that wrapped around the bark

that permanetly has keep their mark

without this tree the blessings wouldnt prevailed

without this tree the books would be empty with

no story to tell

without that tree there be no history

i wouldnt appreciate my kinky naps

that the women before me had to deal with

that damn hot comb

that sizzles close to that scalp

just so our hair could look one half step closer

to a european

i wouldnt comprehend

that tree is the road to

freedom then to freedom

of breaking away from

one chain to one chain

the same chains that reigned

around the ankles of my ancestors

coming to the land of the free....

oh how sweet the sound

that this is tree is still here

to watch the constant

destruction

seduction

of hate, ignorance and obstruction

this tree is love

music

peace

a story

a journey to the glory

with each leaf as the

beginning of the beautiful story...

foundation (tribute to lost and forgotten dreams)

You see it’s the ground
With zero over it
It your soil
Your trail
Your dream
And no one eles
that’s the beauty of youth
Because there is no pollution
No confusion
Or the heavy institution on top
Embedding what is right and what is wrong
It is your life
It is your song
Your soil
Your seeds only for you
To plant
And whatever grows or whatever dies
Life goes on
Though we never know why
But I believe its because you are the author
The painter
The dancer
And the politician of your own life
This is the meaning of devotion
As I write this full of streaming tears
Of emotion that on the paper
This paper is the ocean
And you can either float or drown
You can either smile or frown
Look up or down
Have a voice or never make a sound
This is for you and you and you
And only a few will understand
That as an individual we create our own plans
No woman no man
People will come and go in our lives, so
Just rewind… to moment before you fell in love
Before you created a family
remember your inspriration
Sweat and tears that comes from every sigh of your respiration
Remember who were you were before you flourish into a garden
What was your passion
What was your joy
What was that feeling
That made you feel brand new
The only would never leave you in the middle of the night
Do you remember what made the dark seem so light
When you had it
Its never too late to go back
Never too late to walk amongst the broken track
Of forgotten and lost dreams
Never too late …
Oh it seems