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WINGED.

WINGED.

I lie looking out my windows my thoughts framed in four parts.I see the feeble efforts of a sun trying to dictate new rules tothe snow-baked ground,all the while the tress remains silent.They are sleepy, very very sleepy and are not willing to speak.Then I saw him,bright red, and winged, perched on a sleep-soaked bough.he stared at me and I stared right back,he troubled my thoughts and I resisted,   clever red-winged bird unnamed to me                  I clicked my mind shut to…

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DANCE ME EXHAUSTED.

DANCE ME EXHAUSTED.

Some Cannibals put on a dinner dance for their friends and family. It was wildly successful and thousands attended the smorgasbord, a wonderful display of chivalry of ancient times. They drank Moat Juice for days on end, as they celebrated four hundred and one years of ‘The Grendel’. If you did not get a ‘privileged’ invitation perhaps it’s because you could be on the menu. They had grown tired of eating “Strange Fruit” and had a yen for something rare….

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WHEN YOUR CANOE UPENDS AND THE OARS FLOAT AWAY.

WHEN YOUR CANOE UPENDS AND THE OARS FLOAT AWAY.

            In 1995, I took 100,000.00 United States dollars and deliberately plunged it into a small -business venture. I called it Briscoe Brown Books, and it had a motto; “Readers become Leaders”.  I did not actively pursue a bank loan because I had done some preliminary leg work and heard from the ‘horses’ mouth’ in the banking industry that having a bookstore in a black neighborhood was not a good business venture for them to pursue. Determined, I took my…

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SOMETIMES IT’S LIKE THAT.

SOMETIMES IT’S LIKE THAT.

If you hear a rooster crow in New York you already know two things. You are not in a tropical country and someone smuggled one into the community. I have watched the movie out of Africa almost 45 times and every time I watch, I find a new nugget to admire in the story, And always I am captivated by the photography. Some of the most beautiful trees are seen in the film. Africa is magnificent and I believe it…

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GREY IS THE COLOR OF MY TRUE LOVE

GREY IS THE COLOR OF MY TRUE LOVE

GREY IS THE COLOR OF MY TRUE LOVE. Nature’s underbelly is multicolored in hues of green Ruffled edged flowers imitating the rainbow Birds that chirp in bright colors, darting squirrels and creeping things, Gloomy windy chill Conditions for the melancholic and the meditative. Yet, the beauty is so persuasive one cannot help but sigh with pleasure, The calming side of nature beckons me to stay it becomes me very much This underside of nature’s kingdom is everything it ought to…

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WORDS ARE NOT ENOUGH SACRIFICE.

WORDS ARE NOT ENOUGH SACRIFICE.

Words are not enough I want to give you a piece of my heart Some of my skin Strands of my hair My sinews Light from my eyes Clarity Steady breaths Industrious kidneys Supple joints Unless I can give you these Then words are never enough. Anyone can speak, Who will act?

PUSH AND PRAY

PUSH AND PRAY

Keep moving. Never stop, never ever stop for any reason. We shall overcome all obstacles, our shoulders and loins will be strengthened and we will get that stone to the top and off our necks. Remember that there are others behind you. Push the stone, push it all the while keeping a prayer on your lips.  Push, together we can. Push….never mind the din. Push and Pray. Push… we can, and will free and redeem ourselves. Push and Pray. lmh13019

Joy or Pleasure? fact or Fiction?

Joy or Pleasure? fact or Fiction?

The year always end with Christmas, that is if you are a Christian or affected by Christianity and the Advent of Jesus’ coming into the world. It also ends without Advent for the non-Christians who engage in an elaborate time of gift giving and partying and a general jollyfication geared toward having as much fun as possible and then some. Those are the two sides of the Christmas coin.  at times I have been on both sides of this coin…

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