for Charlie Parker
as he flew, Bird blew
Trying to play clean, looking
For the pretty notes.
In the voice of the
Coolest breeze, the Apostle
Of Hipness hovers
Like a satellite
In orbit of mother earth
& the universe.
©2014
for Charlie Parker
as he flew, Bird blew
Trying to play clean, looking
For the pretty notes.
In the voice of the
Coolest breeze, the Apostle
Of Hipness hovers
Like a satellite
In orbit of mother earth
& the universe.
©2014
in hopes that we would go
the depth over the distance, growing
deeper than the roots of a tree
i took for granted that we would be
as one
for eternity times infinity; yet,
love is a feeling
memorized, destined to
immortality–
never forgotten
even if & when it dies
as it does sometimes.
& though yesterday is a memory, your soul
still gleams with the same brightness as the sun.
you were the total conjugation
of my entire language
& the music playing
in tune to moments
we’ve unhappily
lost in translation.
& our embrace,
a universe within itself
to call home, alive
archived in my mind
–that always refuses to go
quietly, already too late for a graceful exit.
©2014
for Amiri Baraka & Albert Einstein
We are curators
Of the lost art of thought, forced
Into existence
By revelations of mind
& the imagination.
©2014
Raised up with the rhythmic
instincts of mayfield, marvin
& P-Funk
i rode the love, peace
& Soul Train
through city, country, city –
excavating the articulations
of orchestration lost ( then
found again) in translation
when the 80s came and went
digging in the crates of M.F.S.B.
(mother, father, sister, brother)
looking for the perfect beat
in search of the perfect blend
of knowledge, wisdom & understanding.
©2014
Excuse my French
As my mama would say.
But, Corona can go
Straight to hell. The real
Pandemic is racism
& a vaccine for this virus
Remains to be seen
As does liberty & justice
For all…united we
Stand, divided we fall. It’s,
Still, the choice of
Wrong versus right, but
Hindsight is 20/20.
©2020