Dear Thursday,How we gonna do this?
A broken truth results in a broken heart
Dear Self,
The world goes on with and without you
Within and without you
Words are words
And actions are actions
You
Are magic made
Dear Haiti,
It's about that water
I'm all about bringing you this water
Hold tight babe, we gotchu
I speak of YOU as ME
Of I as US
When did we remove ourselves from each other?
If I shine, we all gon shine
The revolution starts with love
Dear Love,
Hold me like a revolution
And who says you can't be a revolution all unto yourself?
Dear World,
Wake the hell up
It serves us nothing to argue with each other
About why tragic events occur
What matters
Is what we do to respond to these matters
Lets vibe for a minute, shall we?
Things serve their own purpose
It's not our job to argue purpose
It's our job to live
To live abundantly and with humility for each other
Yes?
Maybe this is a sign
A sign that we are too isolated from each other
Maybe ...
Maybe they were all signs
The test of our character is what we'll do
Once we've seen the cheekbones of suffering
After we've seen the sweat of its brow
Remove the debris and rubble so you can be free
And when you get free, reach back and help someone else
The pendulum of the mind alternates
It's much easier to keep track of the truth
No right mind
Would wrong you
Turn the page
And write a new chapter
I squint to read what is written
On the faces of these ungrateful days
Deep in your heart is a mind
Our life
As it nears us
Is an inescapable reflection of how we look at it
Tomorrow holds
Tomorrow holds all
Tomorrow holds all that is possible
Haitians
They have stories
They have stories
But no one that will listen
They have secrets
They have secrets
But no companion to keep it
Show me a scar
And I will kiss its face
And just cause they're breathing,
Don't mean they're living
Freedom ‘aint for free
Let's die to the past every moment
The confusion
Confuses me
Every tongue will have to confess
The conversations getting lonesome
The depth of certain thoughts, untouched by words
An ocean of formless feelings
I understood the word of the wind and the trees
A child
Is crying on the street
Her tears could be my own
Walking on blood stained soil
Their smiles collapsed
And don't speak to me of LOVE
If you don't know BROKEN
And don't pretend to care about something
Just cause everyone else seems to be about it at the moment
You thought it was a joke?
HELL to the NO
The earth is talking back
And she's letting us know the deal
We stand side by side
But we don't even see the same thing
Some days, ask questions
Some days answer
Let inspiration be your drug of choice
Lost in a storm of broken dreams
People ugly from ignorance
And broken from being poor
The earth, rich and pure
Clinging to bodies
We are losing love every hour
People have a right
As human beings
To live
That is our birth right
Not our privilege
And some are in the business of making money
But we
We are in the business of making magic
That's what we do
A little child asks me:
"Where does love come from, and where does it go when it's gone?"
I said:
"Child, you have beautiful words that make my heart cry out for you"
Greed makes
Breast filled revolutions go shirtless
I was hoping they'd bring me flowers
From the last grave they buried their minds
My grandma, she told me:
"In the heart of men, there is a boy weeping for love"
I believe in miracles
In Haiti
The sun shines on darkness
The caged wall sings
They're fixing sidewalks
But hardly any feet to walk on them
Little Haitian boy, eating a mud pie with your sister
If no one told you they loved you today
I love you
I love to love you
Know that you are brilliantly beautiful
You are my melody
I am an offering
Make of me what you will
And know that change requires death
But also produces life
Change is constant
And
God is change
And in case there is a heartbroken individual that comes across my words
There is a new risen consciousness born from the rubble of pain
Rest a while
My child
There will be angels in the morning
And somewhere in Haiti, there is a severe wound miraculously healing
Somewhere in Haiti, a child is dreaming of a family, of a full stomach, of a hug
Somewhere in Haiti, there is a woman breastfeeding an orphan
And somewhere a grandfather is singing a prayer to calm his people before rest
And somewhere there is a child still surviving under the rubble, being saved
There are angels everywhere
And we have not stopped praying
And I want to want to
Pray for cold hearts to be warmed
For the impossible to make believers out of non believers
To pray for a miracle
Write your name on every pain
Sadness hunts murdered dreams
Love …
Love is a friend left in exile
O faces of beauty
Give your features some meaning
You sit under night’s lantern
Sad for your sadness
The streets are empty
Like death
And what do I know
About the pain of death?
I don't even know
About the pain of birth
And I swear by The Living God
That we are losing the race against time
And where did they magically find
These American soldiers in Haiti?
I'm just saying, that
If they treated American citizens like refugees
In New Orleans
Then how do you think they'll treat Haitians?
I guess they sent soldiers to save face and to
Politely control a nation through its suffering
And it's not really the soldiers
It's the people that sent them
Soldiers are meant to carry out orders
No matter how good
America's greed, doesn't just end at oil
It never even began there
It was always about land and power
And all you have to do is consider any great leader
That doesn't support the agenda of American colonization
And you'll understand the depth of this system
Soldiers are bred to kill or be killed
They're not bred to empathize and heal
And they felt good, because they sent soldiers to Haiti?
You don't send soldiers to a country to heal people
Weakened by hunger and deprivation
And don't call it a conspiracy theory
Just because you're too afraid of the world you live in
Some things are just real
Some things
are just REAL
Speak to the force within you
That which is trying to escape and set free
Let it fly
Let us have a
World-driven vision
You already know what it is
We are greatness bound
It was written
A victim offers me a cup of her salty tears
I used to know these three chicks:
Shoulda, Coulda and Woulda
And boyyy did they love to waste time
In my head
I hear their screams sound like multiple stabs in my ear
Her people are prisoners
Their words taken away
They are cell mates and soul mates
But in the silence
Who
Will speak for them?
Dear Thursday
Dear Self
Dear Haiti
Dear Love
Dear World
Thanks for listening
PEACE ©
(Almond Eyes Hears The Dove's Cries, pg.279)
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