Got a wonderful book "Reflections of The Spirit" By Maggie Oster watched Angela doing Tina Turner in "What's Love got to do With It" and oh well enjoy...............

I'm going to start this one nice n' easy

I was sitting on blue clouds
Counting Gods
As they walked by
Eyes bright as oceans stars
Glistening under waves of silver
When I saw him
Standing as Solomon did
Hanging child under his wrist
Confident black
Bold black
Strong black like the father
On Good Times black
(ain’t we lucky we got em’ black)
Air got caught in my throat
And I started to choke
Declining as do winter snow
Falling big and slow
When his eyes caught me
Levitating me
Holding me in suspense

Till the day grew dark
And we lay down
On blades of grass
Where I became fields of sprinkled sand
Over wet lands
And he drain my every dream
My every thought
My every fear and hope
He split me open like
Watermelon on a summer day
With scores of family and bar-b-que
And children run and play
Juices turning greens to blu~black
Breaths shallow
He whispers “don’t be alarmed, this was meant to be”
How he eased it all loose from me
Pain as beautiful
As the leaves in the rain
Twisted

Sun shined on my forehead
And exposed my belly
Full as the moon
Surely being over Neptune
He washes over me like
Blindness
And I can’t see, but I’m happy
Worth more than all the gold
Of King Cole
Cause I can breathe
I felt the twinkles of my stars
And the beating of my heart
No more clouds to hide in
I am his design
Brighten me pink
Me not thinking
Floating with flat green oval
And he is truth black
Deep deep blu black….Out of existence black

Outside though they call him
Dat nigga
That black who can handle
That trigger nigga
That black who would
Put two in ya nigga
That black who plans n’ sends
Them packs nigga
That black that keeps
Dem rats’ nigga
That black that
pushes them stacks nigga
that black that say:
f*** da police
f*** da system
f*** da world
f*** dem mutherf**ker rules
I got ta twist em’
I got ta make ma own existence black


I remember the sounds
The bright as red sun sounds
The thunder beating the rains sounds
The trees crying out in pain sounds
Feeling alone left empty
My baby slid from me
Like water in my hands
I am falling….to the floor
Trying to hold on….for more sounds
Of that tickle my pink
Of that sparkling stars
Of that gentle rain down my back
And leggs
See I am your design
I am here now
I am green reflecting
I am a Japanese Garden in America
I am thirteen shades of green…..now
My King Solomon is not here
Nigga you should have left me in the clouds



As beautiful as this place is