Child's Play

Run, skip, play
Leap, jump, fly
Live, love, laugh
Wish, hope, dream

Child's play

Clown Tears

I laughed until I cried

It wasn't as if somebody died

Just my heart broke into

Didn't know what else to do

I smiled and walked away

Couldn't have been love anyway

Secretly I would like to try

Maybe it's not for me, why?

Merry-go Round

Round and round

Days passing by

Quick, stop can I exit here?

Too fast--sometimes too slow

The merry-go round goes round and round

Two Opinions

The see saw goes up and down
Up, you look down at the world
Down, the world's looking up at you

Down, you can touch the clouds
Up, they are still just a view
The see saw goes up and down

Tired Eyes

My mind & body's tired

They have yielded to getting older

I can't say they didn't warn me
I just didn't consent

Photography by: L. Reynolds - Pfotogenic.blogspot.com

“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained:”

Jehovah Shammah

Still waters underneath the streaked crimson sky
Stained as if the sun wept because it had to leave
The moon will soon take its place
A black quilt of stars will be the earth’s cover
The ripples a reminder of your voice trembling upon the waters
The water mirrors the splendor of the heavens
The wind whispers softly echoing the accounts
The leaves whistling your praise
The mountains stand watch over the valley lows
The earth’s floor groans underneath the stillness
Man and nature in your presence—waiting

Mara

A time is coming when men will weep openly in the streets. Houses will no longer be able to shelter from the storms. The earth’s floor is shaking—the ground is no longer stable--swallowed the house of Korah whole. Once the moon refused to shine on an earth absent of grace--brackish waters troubled all around, like those of Mara. Come make the bitter waters sweet!

Body, Soul & Spirit

Run Freely
Against the Wind
Rise

Leap Up
Ungravitated
Rise

Laugh Loudly
Smile Within
Rise

Weep Bitterly
On your Knees
Rise

Repent Openly
Plead for Mercy
Rise

Listen Quietly
Ever Learning
Rise

Live Fearlessly
No Regrets
Rise

Love Genuinely
A Pure Heart
Rise

Fly Away
In the Morning
Rise

Die Gently
Breathe Sweetly
Rise

Manna

The sun seems hotter
The days shorter
The night season longer
But joy comes on the morning dew--Manna

Slave Pens—The Houses that Hatred Built

I tried to brace myself as I entered into the wooden oversized coffin that held at any given time seventy-five devalued souls. But I couldn’t prevent the tears; I couldn’t deny the voices that still screamed from those walls. Whose feet had touched those cold floors, whose sweat and tears had stained those benches? I sat there and I wept--I wept for their souls long since gone. I wept for myself for sometimes I’m not mindful. I mourned those who had been stripped from their country to die daily in a strange land only to have no final resting place, no sacred burial ground.

Haunted, their ghosts still roam. I heard the cries of mothers for their children. I saw men crowded laying on the beams above and across from them the name of the demonic soul who had enslaved them there, Anderson. I wanted to hate him! And I wanted to hate my white brother whom I love. Somehow sitting in that house that was built from hatred love still reigned in mine. I believe it came from the strength of those souls who left their broken hearts on the floor of this slave pen.

Soul for Sale--Slave Auction

Lonely
Cold
Chained
Confused
Captured

Beaten
Devalued
Dehumanized
Exploited
Captured

Disgraced
Disrespected
Degraded
Used
Captured

Auctioned
Sold
Bought
Marked
Captured

Enslaved

African Beauty Queen

Beautiful, but there’s more to see—a hidden treasure
Apart of me I hope to be

You’re a mystery—not fully uncovered
Even though you stand naked for all to admire

Your breast so full—nurturer of the nations
Bold, proud and glorious

You know who you are—where you belong
Still I stumble—praying not to fall
Fall prey to what others say I should be

Reaching for who you are
Run, I hear you say in my ear

Run like the antelope,
Stand proud like the giraffe,

Run wild like the zebra
Prance like the lioness
Run until you own the horizon

Reflections & Shadows

Sometimes the image is distorted. But the looking glass doesn't lie. Although the story it tells--a half truth-- is missing the inner theme the books covering is all that it can reflect. You would have to read between the lines and explore beyond the type and cover in order to know what took place before and after.

The shadows come to protect--some say hide--but when you need one it can be kind. A protective shield from whoever is trying to figure out why page 42 has been highlighted. What transpired is only for those who shared that moment in time. It’s like asking someone about their most private thoughts, the ones they can't wait to go to sleep at night to re-visit alone. The chapters in which they can make fiction reality and reality fiction.

You would have to look in the mirror and search far behind the eyes to uncover the whole story--it’s in the reflection protected behind the shadows covering. Captured momentarily--once removed, it’s forgotten, but the tale has been recorded.

Dusk

The day ends as quietly as it began
The nights covering hiding the earth’s secrets
The sun takes his rest
As the moon prepares to take his place

Stillness silence the calamities of the day
There’s a settling of the mind
Peacefulness as the stars play in space

The clouds like small children called in from a day of play
Is this there end or will they have a time to shine tomorrow?
Maybe in another sky

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A place dared to be explored
One seemingly bottomless, endless--the way out a mystery
Not a maze—an un-navigated wilderness

Curiosity and desire draws to this place without an exodus
The aroma of ecstasy and the allure of passion
And temptation sweet like the night air--arouse the senses
Surrendering would be a certain lively death

Lost on the path of emotions
So tangibly real—living in a dream
Escaping to hide within the cleft
A world unknown to the common
Where the stars dance

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There’s warmth in the air in spite of what’s going on in the visible view. The reality lies in the invisible realm. Tent dwellers—only passing through—but living as if this is the final show. All working towards that grand finale. Sometimes we play the main character. Sometimes we play the supporting cast. If Shakespeare is right—if life is just a stage there must be more after the final curtain call. Until then, take a bow and wait for the applause.

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This day is ending--time soon forgotten only the faces seen in passing play on the minds screen. The evening sun will soon be sinking –sinking into its hiding place for a moments rest. Anxiety rolls in as the clouds roll away. No more time for play--only eternity is infinite and sure. The mood’s changing you can feel it in the wind. Time to set another stage the atmosphere must follow the course. Trying to hold the day’s moments is like trying to keep lighting bugs alive in a mason jar on a summer’s night.

The memories keep re-arranging finding there hierarchy among the days and times of forgotten scenes. Lessons as subliminal as background music constantly attempting to lead in a certain direction. We inevitably miss the cue until the crescendo is so obtrusively loud and we no longer can ignore the cymbals banging in the background. As the sun dial acts as the gauge even Kali’s dance can not arouse and cause it to stand erect and still.