A Place to Dream

Look around you
See what is there
Be inquisitive and dare
Visualize your dreams
Then make them come true
This world is yours
The time is now for you


Golden Garden

Like the yellow softness of a daffodil or the smell of a fresh new morn,
you uplift my heart and my soul.

Like the rays of light that fall from the sun to brighten the leaves and stems, you warm me.
No longer shall I fear the darkness that envelops me from time to time
or the deafening sounds of life that permeate the winds,
For I have found the golden garden in your eyes, your voice, your touch.


A Winged, Wicked Tongue

Lies spill from twisted lips
Paranoia stains the mind
Hatred and dangerous idioms hemorrhage from
A winged, wicked tongue
Fragmented lives, detached hearts, suspicion, spite,
and superstition all spawned from
A winged wicked tongue.
Loves forever lost, harmony dissolved, and phobias breed.
Uneasiness surrounds and unpleasantness abounds
From place to place.
From face to face travels
A winged wicked tongue


Africa's Seed

From moon to moon, bright sky to night
From grand-mother to grand-daughter, great-grandfather to grand-son
Africa's seed survives
Through famine, disease, bondage, and tribal wars
Through drought, oppression, and assassination
Africa's seed survives
And though the seed grows weak and is undernourished
Ambition with education, pride with a purpose, and determination without end
Africa's seed will continue to survive


Africa Weeps

The motherland is weeping.
Can you hear her tears?
While famine consumes her young
And disease cripples her population,
Africa weeps.
Pollution destroys the precious life-giving waters.
Poachers kill the endangered.
Others strip the land of the precious gems held so dear by those of foreign lands.
Politicians bargain and debate; still civil strife remains.
Hatred of clans is not unfamiliar here, and
Africa weeps.
Help her. Save her.
Remove the shroud of tears from her massive face and birth her return.


AmeriCry

In the land of milk and honey, things are not going well.
Babies are dying.
Violence is tolerated.
Distraught youth and elderly are without hope.
The sandwich generation desperately tries to cope.
Education is starving, priorities abstracted.
In this place, confusion is the norm.
Many are distracted by the lies fed to them by people who cannot tell the truth.
Are we prisoners in a racist and corrupt land who can only dream of nirvana?