Life of a Salad

Cheerfulness through my inflamed senses

Would scare a harmonize heart to death

Wealth, Greatness, Wisdom

And always a moment too bark

Fun and games are not uncommon

But cherished like diamonds, sugar cookies and jellybeans to me

For I recognize that I must yield

To my commercial of affluence

But mimic my choruses of words when I say

My heart exists for the spirit

Lest my destiny comes through my intellects

And puts a finality to all of this Gladness

But I take liberty to collect flashes of fond memories of two pairs of wine glasses

Duration

Old school crying that flowed from a desert of dry tears.  Its flow was from a life of many forms.

Movies my confidant, deceptive response of one-dimensional mirrors that echo anguish.

Knowing no one would stop to view genuine genres in this deliberate raging fire of sand.

It’s painful and wonder less to cry especially in a world that seem too marginalize advising.

Encouragement essential to your own; which makes our individual tears flow upstream against this current of superficiality.

A season for renaissance! “surprise” pick the language, thus “hold fast to hope and courage. The only rational act” is love”.

“Where I’m from”

 I am from rhythm and blues, from Royal Crown grease and Afro Sheen cosmetics

I am from hot water cornbread, Collard Greens, hair straightening, jazz playing

I am from Cincinnati Laura Homes and Lincoln Courts Projects

I am from Fried Chicken Sunday family gatherings, dominoes being played, the dozens and

Bid Whist, to the blaring of Aretha, Sam Cook, Otis Redding and Jackie Wilson

I am from the Black and I’m Proud culture, love and respect,  love yourself first before demanding it from others, as I listen to Motown.

I am from “hard head morals that were sound, even a bit puritanical”, and “tragedy of the age.

I am from poverty, single family mom and bondage of an Orphanage” thinking no one cares”
 I am from the chocolate rose that grew from the deaths of what is Truth?

I am from Indeed, that men know so little of,” Colored Men” wondering ,How did I become a Teacher!

I am from, none of this treatment your goanna get while driving “ obscure”

I am from a Christian home
I am from Monroe, Georgia Chitterlings and Pigs Feet

by way of Cincinnati style chili,

I am from my grandma Margaret waking me up for Saturday chores, the smell of Pine Sol and Ajax Cleaner, selling popcorn at Crosley field to the gridiron of Iowa State

I am from a line of strong, Soulful Folks that love to Teach that yearn to echo it again!

“And the Band Plays on”

"In the Depths of Humanity"

My Soul exist to serve anything that's "Something" of Something

Trying to make sense of "Anything" and still preserve

My listening soul yearns to be without Fear

My appetite for Love how simple a Solitude mind

In a community of small nest, Teaching, admonishing one another in wisdom

This Duo within me causes the minute of Emotion's That's all I "Understand" is Only what I 

Understand, is because I Love!