“When a man hurts -- everything about him cries”

“our mouth could never say -- what is really and truly in our hearts

our eyes could never stare it's message back into your eyes

we shed no public tears and show no outward signs

but when a man hurts -- everything about him cries” BY  after vision 

Words seldom spoken, and what is, indiscernible,

Now the songs tell it all

Our ancestors hung from trees,

Grown from seeds,

Probably planted by their own hands,

Lives killed in effigy,

To remind us of ‘superiority’, keeping us ‘inferior’,

Visions burned in our eyes, over and over again,

Til the fire layered cataracts, that would inflame,

The iris, turning a blind eye to inferiority, and

Devise a plan of RE-action to gain control…..

Eventually overcoming obstacles

Designed to conquer, as our God

Never meant for us to stumble,

But lives had to be lost to envision

A better life to fight for….

Through all battles great and small,

Music carried us through it all…

Time Will Tell

Deliberate in its execution,

Time resist,

The inevitable union,

 Of two souls,

The hands pass slowly,

One on top the other,

In it’s hesitance to move forward,

In seconds,

Savoring ever minute

As it glides its big hand,

To grace the slender one,

As it prepares a new frame

 Of time,

 As the minutes

Appear to stand still,

Idle minds

Are the devils playground,