Blue Moon

Bob Marley

Baba Ganja,

Help me weather the storms of Babylon,

I smell the Earth rotting.

Lover of Words

I’ll admit, I search out words that’re eloquently placed together,

Sentences that make my heart swoon,

When the Sun goes down..

Ka

& know that if I've ever made my body available for you,

I'd recognized your God Spirit, 

Directly...

Blue Moon

Black heart, why do you pound on the chambers of my chest amidst the wild hour?

Is it the hour of purity? stillness?

Oh, This time is specifically for the Lovers.

Now, to interpret the term "lovers" as a mere infatuation of physicality & biochemistry would be a misconception.

No, The Lovers.

The Alpha wolves.

The metaphysical constructs chiseled from 6proton, 6electron, 6neutron, sprinkled in Stardust. Dipped in Chocolate.

The Lovers.

The introverts, who make love with meticulous stokes of finger tips. Whose brown eyes recite beautiful poetry.

The travelers of authentic consciousness.

The Lovers.

The time is Kairos.

Sinner's Purification

Right There

Dear Sir

The Wild Hour

11:14. Around this time, she whispers ever so soft and delicately in my ear, my countless flaws and idiosyncrasies. So, tell me I'm beautiful. My many imperfections & constant rejections from He. Now ladies, we all have that one He. That one He; Fellas that one She, that holds key to heart, mind, & sets soul captives free? Yes, she continuously reminds me of my circumstance. The perceived plight of the Afrikan American womb-man. So, tell me I'm beautiful. Pray I rest well in the wild hour...