A Peek Into My Soul Redux is poetry in motion. The poems take visual shape, jump off the page, slide in your psyche and jumpstart your imagination; subtly.
A snapshot of the human experience, Redux touches on the little things that make life ~ life; such as politics, love lost and won, family, friendships, spirituality and religion, hope and healing, showcasing life in all its glory; the good, the bad and the ugly.
Reading Redux is like traveling a worn path through a well-lit forest. Every tree has a story. In their silence, if you listen closely enough, you will see that each individual tree makes up the whole of the forest with slight interconnections along the way.
The poems contained within have no boundaries and no limits on life’s observations through the lens of the author, chronicling her growth, her mistakes, licks taken, lessons learned and the pursuit of peace, balance and happiness.
If I Could Go Back…for music lovers everywhere (excerpt)
If I could go back, I’d ask Billie Holiday to let the needle go
Remind her that drugs don’t care what your color is, that drugs don’t play fair. If she were here today, I’m convinced she’d sell out show after show; The beautiful sad lady with the flower in her hair
Pure genius in setting a mood
Billie had a way of mesmerizing you
Whether plaintively singing “In My Solitude”
Or telling you to mind your business in “Ain’t Nobody’s Business If I Do”
Billie raised the nation’s conscious unconsciousness to boot
Doing what she had to do, even recording on another label
To be able to sing “Strange Fruit”
Showing how this country was racially disabled
Billie you raised the bar by crossing the Coloured line
Performing as you were dying inside, unaware of all the seeds of hope you’d sewn
Well, now you have peace, probably in Heaven singing “ ‘Havin Myself a Time ”
While here on earth, we’re living “God Bless the Child” that’s got his own
If I could go back, I’d freeze frame the dream
Eyes closed, body swaying, while John Coltrane plays “A Love Supreme”
Pleasing several generations
John’s sax was captivating, never the same iteration
Who knew every note could evoke such emotion
Only Coltrane could elicit such long lasting devotion
Like the pied piper you follow his music to another place
Skipping over continents gliding through galaxies hop scotching through time, horn seducing you flowing at a steamy pace
Thank you, John for leaving us with your distinct and dreamy sound
It would be sweet, oh so sweet, if you were still around
If I could go back I’d ask Jimi Hendrix to play a little longer
Banging that axe like a man possessed Signature afro like Samson
Taking us to another world, increasing his fan base, growing stronger
Headband wearing weed smoking born rocker and handsome
Jimi, you left women drooling with the songs you sung
Who else oozed such sensuality while playing the guitar with their tongue?