Reinvent The Universe

Need alone downtime 

To survive threatening circumstances

Need to listen to the hurt, hear the cries

Regrets I try to forget, leave behind

I turn a blind eye to the answer

Vow to leave doubt out of the question to my answer

Lies survive, my lips deny my heart

Fear a mishap on the horizon

An angel forsaking our great nation on the verge of denial

Does Gehinnom exist? - Jew’s purgatory

Refuse to accommodate doubts about heaven or hell: 

Gehinnom

Intensification exists no doubt

Fingertips feel my heart beat with passion 

Sensation alive in my drive

Pain sears through my womb 

Pain rips my soul from a concentration camp

Revive a better nation based on the assumption

That they do what they want to and we do what we’re told

Secrets we hold near, they hurt but they stay there 

I deny what we live through

Live outside my head in the grip of a constant illusion 

Hear conversations that never occur

Survive the delusion I live inside my head

Rich imaginings of what was said 

What never was nor will be

Die and I never said what I meant to say to you and now I never will

The pain never stops 

I keep moving my feet to a beat only I hear, 

I try to help someone hear, 

Please hear, but no one hears but my fear

Standing alone in a grim bleak reality, coming and going alone

Solutions flash by and are slashed off by reality as 

I follow the path of Dorothy unafraid of what precedes me, lies in wait 

In a roughened bush burning by the side of an elegant brook 

In a forest of deceit, I wander hearing innocent animals slaughtered 

Cries calling out in my head instead 

Reality frozen in a time frame 

Waiting for a way out of the underflow 

I call to every passerby I see

Please, I beg, a hand please, I beg, don’t hurt me 

I’m only a first-time offender 

I didn’t mean to raise my hand, 

Absolution for the abortion, 

Please stop the pollution, 

I hear the cries of an ancient race of animals now all dead, 

There’s no more of them to kill, only a lab created animal exists 

Please Father, a benediction before I go and leave this universe

Can you give me a calculation of where you think I’ll be?

Father I have sinned, 10 hail Marys and go your way and sin no more 

I promise, Father I have sinned

Afraid there’s another life waiting somewhere to find me 

Explore, seeking to find my way out of mischief into a glance of an inner richer universe

No exsanguination please

Try not to cry and the tears build in my eyes betray me

Water builds but doesn’t flow, yet you see me

I explode into another me - who is she? 

I don’t know 

I didn’t make her 

She is I bubbling beneath the blood 

Warm, ready to burst forth in flames fires 

Burst forth from my mouth like a dragon breathing fire I

Explode into a new me

Once more, a reinvention of whom I want to be

AMBER

 AMBER

 

She melts in your mouth 

like the hot resin of a ripened tree

The m's roll off your tongue poetically

Amber absorbs sunlight and reflects moonlight

She has her own glow

Amber comes in many colors like a rainbow

Sometimes cloudy, sometimes clear

the color of honey

The ones with fossils are worth the most; it makes sense 

Because skeletons are a big expense

 

Sometimes you see straight through her

A connoisseur of fragile glass

Shades of golden yellow to fern green to lime or orange

Amber is diffuse, her energy attracts 

her words interact, it’s a fact 

mellow yellow amber golden mellow tones

color range from orange peel to bittersweet to tangerine

controls your senses 

Releases chemicals into your brain

every woman’s dream

 

Amber grounds your energies

Rules your naval chakra

using golden orange tools

she draws disease from your wounds

Cleanses your organs of poisons 

Revitalizes your organs

 

The ancient gods burned her

The 3 holy ones revered Amber

Used in all holy and spiritual rituals

Her incense & jewels persist

And are still renown today

… How can you go wrong 

if you choose her once she’s chosen you…

 

THE WORLD THROUGH DAVIE’S EYES

  

THE WORLD THROUGH DAVIE’S EYES

 

Lying peacefully on my bed, 

         In his bed which is atop of mine

Lay Davie, my Peterbald Sphinx

         Buried beneath his blankets

                  Davie suddenly perked up,

threw this blanket off, 

         put his head up and kept it up, 

                   totally mesmerized 

         watching Michelle on TV

Listened to her entire speech,

Never resting his head down

 

Acts like he magically 

understands how important it all is. 

 

Isn’t that amazing? Davie, my cat,

Mesmerized by Michelle on TV

something in her manner, her tone 

Stylized speech, 

Beseeching America to be better, 

her voice, pleading with America

 

“BE Better America,” she pleads with us, loud and clear

Somehow, Davie, my cat, understands her 

Her tone, determination, her pleas 

Trying to help us understand 

Divisiveness increases pain and suffering

Not helped by clear acceptance of Racism 

Attacking our citizens peacefully protesting 

Failing to protect our most vulnerable citizens

Destroying access to clean water for money

Ignoring our country’s constitution to protect interests of big money

 

Michelle Obama demands America stand up 

Show the world who we are 

Show with our vote, our turn out,

Turn out even if you have to bring a blanket, food, 

Even if you have to spend the night too. 

Do it to ignite flames for justice and compassion

In our leadership

Please America, Leave chaos at the door

 

Michele’s voice captured David. She captured me too. 

CNN says of First Lady, Michelle Obama’s speech, “…an appeal aimed at the heart and conscience of every American who has watched the chaos of the last four years and yearned to make things right.”

 

Our moral tale of woe.

Stand up Americans, 

Show us your voices like you did in recent marches through the streets

Stand up American and show us who you want us to be

 

America showed who she was when innocent protesters were abused 

Shot with rubber bullets, gassed in our streets

I thank and praise all the people who stood up in America’s streets, and streets everywhere else too, 

Please America, I beg you too, 

Even though I’m not Michelle Obama and never could be in her shoes, 

I stand with Michelle and beg you too

            – Stand up and be counted, 

DO THE RIGHT THING AMERICA

Show ourselves and the world who America really is

I’m begging you, please

 

PLEASE                                            PLEASE                                            PLEASE

 

Come one come all, 

Let’ be the solution to the pollution, heal division, stop the degradation of our great nation and all its peoples, our principles, our people, who require compassion to survive, not division.

 

 

Forgive me for not knowing if this is a rant or a poem.

 

ALL ABOUT THE MONEY, HONEY

I am Jewish, I am Woman,

I am Muslim, I am Buddhist

Call me names, call me whore,

pussy, kike, sand-nigger, 

call me what you like,

Psyche – I recall Third Reich

Name-calling, hate all about the money, honey

Don’t want to believe in sunny money

It’s bloody Sunday with money

Turn people against one another

Smarter people see – better believe

Keep us with our stupid little asses 

Dealing with petty shit

All about the money – money –

Rich don’t pay taxes

You and I support them 
With our puny little money

It’s all about the money honey

No reprieve, better believe

Rich not aggrieved, we pay more than they do

They like it like that

Make things perfect, we need another war, 

One more Vietnam – Trump’s a perfect mentor

not smart but listens-even though he doesn’t understand more

Trump listens, says what he’s told to say

Do things the money way

Before we all disappear, become who we no longer are,

like Handmaidens in Atwood’s novel

Or Station Eleven in Mandel's world,

Then it will be too late

It will be who we are – when freedom’s gone

It’s all about the money 

Money creates military

No sense being a pacifist since WWII

Recall how that got us here

Didn’t win us any points there either if you recall

Hate Jews more ‘n Blacks now

Jews on the Death Tax, It’s a fact

Take it up the ass

People at the bottom

Have nothing to show, 

Nowhere to go

Things done the money way

It’s heyday for the rich folk

People worked to the bone before they croak

The world we all know up in smoke

No taxes for multi-billionaire corporations 

Middle-class disintegration

A shakedown of global proportions

Desperation and confusion 

Our relation to better-off folk

It’s all about the money, honey

Prejudice has real results

Intensified by lack of trickle-down, 

Nothing left to lose

Live in Shantytown, USA

All about the military created by money, honey

Government Globally – controlled by Money, Honey

This is the world today, Honey

It’s all about the Money, Honey

REVELATION

Waiting on a revelation about the coming revolution 

It’s slow no one wants to know we’re just a bunch of good little soldiers

Doing what we’re told to

I’ve made no resolution to begin a revolution 

I want to see people treated fair

I turn to me, say, see me free to be fair to me

Set me free outside myself

Set me free, let me be me

 “my bad” will set me free 

deny the naysayers, haters and dis abusers

See me

An angel cast from heaven 

originally 

because of my big mouth, I was sentenced to hell on earth 

fallen from grace, a casualty for being me

Set me free from this insanity, this rat eat rat culture

We waifs wander the street
like abused common yard rats we want to be set free. 

Even rats are drawn to starlight and 

love to feel the earth beneath their feet instead of the hard city pavement 

where we are caged together

dining on musical words helps me while away my days 

whilst I sit here and await my fate in the next genocide an autolytic sourpuss

pray, permit me to continue

in a prison, I sit awaiting sentence

my pitiful existence pale compared to thee

cast me from your kingdom

wandering searching far from home

am a product of your fear and castoff genius combined

disowned and disavowed

Wings stolen while I awakened from a nightmare to discover

I lived a life not mine

Worrying doesn't help

Accepting unfair demands doesn't help either but what if you don’t have a choice

easy for you to say let it go and let it be

Let it go and let me free, let it go and set me free

On wings, I flew once with you as an angel now cast from your grace

Laugh as you look down upon me pleading to be set free

And you say girl you had it the way you wanted to be

You ask to be set free

I set you free and now you want to come back to me.

Pity about those set free who want to come back to me

Being me who’s no longer me is no fun even when you think you want to be free

Once you rode on wings you could spread but you prayed me to let you be free 

Now you beg to come home and it’s too late to let you back in my grace

Let it all go daughter, let it all go so you return to be 

an angel spreading her wings – wings fashioned from dreams - 

wings with kaleidoscope colors 

IN REVERIE

In reverie of poetry, permit me to say

I’ve put up with my fair share of despair and let me downs
 -some hard - some easier

It’s all the same, like disappointment about disparaging remarks about my pink hair

Hair’s faded from bright red I admit

Hearing insults from important poets known on the scene about my poetry not being “real” poetry 

My poetry’s not authentic; it’s eccentric

I don’t know how you can get more real than me

My poetry is me and then some more

It has room for me and you in store

You find yourselves in here, inside a poem

Be careful what you say round me

I will quote you

in a poem

It’s no good to say I should delay

You say and pray I won’t consider putting your words in a poem even though you know that’s what I do

Repeat after me – I forbid you to put this in a poem

So if it’s not goose for the gander stop feeding me

Give me some respect for what I do

I spill my blood and guts for you

I receive letters from people who read what I write

I received one today from a nice girl. She said she’s sorry for my life, she feels so sad for me, she’s just glad she’s not here where I am, she wouldn’t know what to do if she stood here where I stand in my shoes,

She doesn’t know anyone who’s had it this bad

She just don’t know how I manage to survive a life this sad

I told her, "Suicide’s a waste of time,

I’d rather spend my energy writing poetry."

She said, "You suck at poetry!

You can’t write “real” poetry anyway."

You think I’m pulling your leg?

Then whose leg am I pulling? ~

Mine?

Damn, if I had my legs pulled a little, maybe this hip pain wouldn’t hurt so bad

So I’m an old fool who writes poetry – 

What did you say you do?

A CHANGE IS GONNA COME SOMEDAY

Smell The Coffee

Something’s brewing out there

Not just brewing in my head

It’s not imagined, it’s real, I feel it

Feel it in the way the sun hides behind clouds

Feel it in the volatile change of weather

something’s brewing out here

Time goes by, eventually all life will be dead

Our sun’s holding on by a thread

Nothing will take its stead

Sun doesn’t come out for days

Destruction of our universe

Sun pokes through a moment or two

Clouds cover sun most days

can’t locate sun’s rays or recall sun’s warmth

Rare that sun shines through clouds

See sun less and less I wonder

Is it the ozone layer, fracking, animal waste run-off,

or the GMO’s combined with Roundup and Monsanto

Don’t know if the sun will shine once more in all her glory

Will she ever be like she used to be once more?

End of times, and I wonder when we’ll lose the grid

Chem trails surround us with the lies we’re fed

Electric grids fail, flooding, hurricanes and tsunami’s all around

Clear established patterns following blindly, eyes wide open yet blind

to seeing how quickly earth’s changing storms,  it all from A to Z

A new dawn brewing, a new storm brewing,

Day by day we passively follow like domesticated goats in the herd

with little bo-peep you don’t hear a peep

we get trampled underfoot wild herds of bucks passing by

crows squawking trying to read sense while humans

go about their business of leading the herd of humans

so unbearable they’ve conquered the earth that birthed us forth

The abuse starts up high and is the only trickled down thing

among us humans as we abuse our own kind

follow the same strategy all the way down the line

Something’s brewing out there

I smell change coming
A change is gonna come someday

DREAM ON

An off key blues singer, ms blues to you, so sing along with me

I want to sing my bluetry off key for you

So we can have a fling, peruse my blues, schmooze along the Danube

Escape New York City’s sweet heat summertime

Maybe book a trip to Syracuse where it’s always cold

Got the blues from my head to my toes

Good morning heartache

Try to keep pushing ahead

Exploding inside like an earthquake

Heartbeat moves like a drumhead

Love’s left behind in the game

Make the dream reality

Integrity, happily love the song Valerie

Especially as sang by Amy,

There’s a fatality of sanctity

Specificity is not the answer

Hard to stay focused, too much to do

my mind swept up in strong currents

Some things matter more than money monarchies

Demolition derby – spiteful resolution

My poetic genius stands across the street

Observing me from Ft. George Hill

With trepidation, Search for liberation

Discover corruption in my old soul

“Walk this way,” I say

Flames eat me alive from inside

Sky set on fire, bring our souls from mire,

My heart a siren, beats with desire

Stir passion in, fire blossoms into love

Religious history for all mankind

Find our way out of a bind 

Stay on the peace grind, remain centered, mindful

All religion winds down to similar precepts

My life’s an open book

Written in an ancient language only my soul deciphers

Is it easy to define me?

A midnight blue sky filled with silver stars twinkling fragrant amidst fuchsia blossoms

Leaves falling from dogwood trees

A white turtledove suddenly flies into my open hand - from above, spreads his wings

Hovers a second or two above my head

Do you think I’m in love again?

Floating in the sea,

I’m where I need to be

Like living in a musical ballet
Jelling in a renaissance of humanity

WICKEDNESS LIVES

I want to kill the bastard who did this to you

Hunt him down like the animal he is

First I want to flay away 
his skin like back in the day,

Slowly peel the layers of skin in fine strips 

Translucent like onion but much thinner

Watch his face; enjoy his screams

For mercy, enjoy misery I create

I want to torture him for you

Torture him like he did to you

Make him feel the pain he caused you

Instead he got away scot-free,

I would have made him pay

Hurt him like he hurt you

He should’ve been jailed at the very least

Inmates hate child abusers in jail

They would shiv him

In jail he’d get nailed

Your mother let him get away with this

Mom allowed your stepdad to abuse you too

No one wanted your Dad to pay the piper

Your uncle wanted to kill him

Beloved grandma urged him to let it go,

So uncle shoved it under his hat

Your father doesn’t deserve to survive

Only if he lives in great pain
You paid the price for their sins

I Am What I Am (Trailer) -Mark Morrison

Mark Morrison (@_markmorrison) - I Am What I Am (Trailer)

VIDEO: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jfapDcApR8

Mark Morrison is preparing to release his first official single in seven years, titled “I Am What I Am”. A trailer to the music video is now available on YouTube.

The ‘King of British R&B’ is set to release his third studio album soon, also entitled ‘I Am What I Am’, which is expected to feature guests such as Trae Tha Truth, Trina, DMX, and Crooked I of Slaughterhouse. His multi-platinum debut album 'Return of the Mack' sold over 3 million albums worldwide.

One of the most talked about artists, that single-handedly pioneered the UK R&B movement of the 90’s is now back to reclaim his title. The Mack is Back!