Poem 002-- Mulatto Sonata 3/28/08

The bastard child of nations ravaged last
no history no heritage surmount
unsure of cultures, ancient texts of past
America adopts the youth in doubt

In doubt of place deserving of his stay
assimilation seems to hold the key
the multitude of roots seem to have frayed
rebel against the social hierarchies

Trailblazes his own path through rubble maze
destruction of racial roles lie in wake
Slowly we rise above the opaque haze
and dignity-Africana re-take

We have no time but have realization
Build esteem just as we built this nation.

Poem 001-- Ill Fate// RSD

Ill fate
Ill fate, men
seemingly the spawn of Satan
raptured, recreated in my imagination
fate stayed nightly and gave me pillow conversation
powered by my innovation
the monster that was my creation
Everything I thought I did, for the sake of fate's pleasure
turned out it was mutual masterbation.

Which fear would you stand up to, if you had to face one?
Ill fate, fate's illness coughing in my face, son.

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Recommended Song of the Day:
Brand New Jones-- Robin Thicke

Poem 000- Driftin' -3/28/08

The day is prolongued
You can find me idle
blankly staring off
surfing Ipanema sunsets
picknicking on pyramid points
dancing in cosmic showers
while playing dodgeball with asteroids
I am a friend of the indigo shine
with a dash of fire flare
It seems the sky never dies
no hallucinations of humdrum horizons
I see the dyslexia of dialated diamonds in my grasp
Luna and the Sun God both pareuse the sea up high
Who am I to interrupt such harmony
where infernos meet ebb and flow
the grace of the sight with me in tow
This dream caught me up in a rip tide
Don't wake me