Maybe

Sometimes in my minds eye

I am reminded of the innocence of children

I remember playing and laughing

And being a part of everything beautiful

Me

in my child's world

full of wonder and amazement

A child's world ain't nothing less than full of magic and surprises

smiles so bright entire worlds are raining rainbows and shouting serenades, everyone believing in a better tomorrow simply because I exist

And I think to myself

that one day

shit....maybe today

the whole damn world will live in innocence again....

maybe

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I see you across the dance floor

Moving.

Making love to that wall of sound

Touching spaces of emptiness as the rhythm seduces you

Sensuality silently echoes from the cadence

                       which you call dance

You..... moving like butterfly leaving broken cocoon

Dance....like sunrise seeking union with full moon

Pull me

like Ocean....

knowing all depth is contained in the wave

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I watch myself watch myself watching you

Your eyes penetrate my every way of being

Strangers don't exist here

The love of house makes us united as kin

So even though

I don't know your name

you move me like family

Digging....the way you do that thang

Playing your body.... like an instrument

Master musician you

the way you spin that, turn that

Become that....wave of sound

You ain't nothing less than art

Something percussive being played by the DJ

And I think to myself

I could love you.....

.....maybe

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Moving worlds

me & my sister from another Mister

Let's move worlds with our words

How I dream revolutions with you

Old world's coming undone

New ones yet to become

Together we raise babies

Grow them women, strong up them brothers

watch them become men

I think of all the worlds we could design

Where freedom and justice

Rain down from the heavens

I think thoughts like : you and I (and I and I) in our Amazonian Nubian goddess-ness

Could create a world of mystery and magic

Such that when Bob Marley said everything gonna be alright... It could be that way....

maybe

Then I see bodies of babies being negotiated, subjugated and relegated to being nothing more than pawns in the game

all of us....in the throws of systematic oppression

Buying our way out of rage

Purchasing joy on lay away

Consuming bliss in bottles of fine wines, cordials, liqueurs

Sugar rushed, pesticided, hormonally imbalanced, preservatized

But you can't put that in a song....maybe

But the song of righteousness must be sung

even when we are strangers in this land

Time to take Jesus down off that cross

There was a revolutionary that walked out of those tombs.

Which doesn't really matter much...because in death as in life

That brother, radical feminist, champion of the poor and downtrodden

Turned the world upside down when asking us "Are ye not Gods"

go bring that good news to the world which was much more like a love song than some gospel

And when the melody gets still

the answer is NOT just in how we love, but who we love....

Cause when no one is excluded....that's love....

.....in the beginning was the word....and the word was love

 cause when love is our religion

 then god becomes the answer....

.....maybe