Ordinary Eyes

ORDINARY EYES

You say your eyes 

are ordinary

Ordinary eyes....

Melanin loaded....

Common....

Mine are a fluke of 

Tyndall scattering

In the stroma

And larger

Deposits of collagen

But they see

Mine see yours 

Yours see mine 

unique, oblique, boutique

probes and globes 

A sight for sorry eyes

Anything but common

my Hands

My hands 

Are capable

They write

They play

They work

My lips 

Are capable

They sing

They play

They kiss

Remarkable

They are yours

Thank You

hank goodness for my open arms.
Thank you.

Thank goodness For the gift of time
Thank you.

Thank goodness You can count on me

Thank goodness that My thoughts are free

Thank you

I’m glad I woke up today

I’m glad I’ve got things to say

Thank you

glad I’ve got an attitude

thank you 

attitude of gratitude

thank you

glad there’s people

who listen out there

with hearts that are open

and minds aware

thank you

I’m glad I woke up today

I’m glad  I’ve got things to say

Thank you

grateful for the gifts I possess

thank you

grateful for all tenderness

thank you

grateful for the moon and the stars

my singing voice and this guitar

thank you

I’m glad I woke up today

I’m glad I’ve got things to say

Thank you

Darkness Spewing

I’m sick to death

of death and dying

sick of tears, sick of crying

darkest days of 

dark November

urged to feel

and to remember

darkness spewing from my pen

ring around the roses

…..again….

I’m tired of grieving,

sick of complaining

Of disbelieving and

no-one explaining

sick of this sky

it’s always raining

there used to be a moon, 

And now it’s waning

darkness rings from my guitar

this is what we’ve got

…so far…..

there’s crimes of gender

crimes of race

wrapped in the flag

such a disgrace

where’s do unto others?

and talking face to face?

you left me behind

I can’t follow this pace

darkness spewing from my mouth

lynching, flinching, happening

…down south….

under the radar and

under the sheets

too many losses,

so many defeats

bombs in the cities 

pounding up the streets

all we ever wanted was to

rest in peace

sick of second guessing

tired of being afraid

sick of learning lessons

tired of failing grades

I’m sick to death 

of death and dying

sick of life

sick of trying

darkness spewing very bleak

not so bad when you hear

…..me speak….

Nov 13, 2016

Who Can I Call Now

Three urgent messages

What could be worse?

They always said of love

Someone always leaves first

two short words

there goes my universe

Your heart gave out

My heart just burst

Who can I call now?

Danny knew everything

Who can I call now?

Danny was always there

Who can I call now?

He was my first call 

who can I call now?

he could spin silk

who can I call now?

who can divert me?

who can I call now?

why’d you desert me?

With news good or bad

Any time of night or day

He never let me down

He never pushed me away 

Who can I call now?

Danny's gone

Oct 23d 2016

Loot

Sometimes you shake a tree

To get fruit

But the fruit is easily bruised

Unless you catch it

Sometimes you have to dig

To find loot

That was squirrelled away

For some other rainy day

Sometimes you just need to hold hands

And breathe each other's breath

To understand and see

Without shaking any tree.

Boots

Ears strain in vain

for faint familiar tread

hatred reared it’s ugly head 

hearts ripped raw

heave sobs instead

empty boots 

that never trod 

on holy ground

side by side 

they make no sound

humble men

killed and stilled 

leave ready boots

never again 

to be filled

I see my father’s boots

and those are my teacher’s shoes

I see my brother’s boots

my friend’s and lover’s

stranger’s too 

I see my boots