Daily Selections for January 26, 2007: As Yet Untitled 1001

As Yet Untitled 1001

by H. L. Nichols

Are you too the arbiteur of

Fine lines that regal annals of

Truth and justice or

Are these penalties that constitute youth

To serve as reminders of just the American Way?

And the mistakes that one made yesterday

Or is this the persecution like Mumia truly?

How could I allow one who is so beautiful

To continue to do this to to me?

That which undergirds this last lesson

If I do ten more days in this pergatory

I shall never call this desolate space a blessing

When all I have to hold on to are memories

I engage like fervent California fire storms

Yet flow like Ahmed's oil passionate artistry

Of your beauty, your smile, your grace

If there is any mercy in your construct of justice

Take me back I pray

Take me back Dear Lord

To the visage of her at

The Enchantment

Cafe

Unh . . . unh . . . unh

As Yet Untitled 1001 by H. L. Nichols

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Daily Selection for January 22, 2007: Painted Still

Painted Still

by Carenda Williams

Painted future
Lays still
Like a Picasso picture
Or water painting
Dripping
Running down the black pages
Of paper
I write
But they’re white
I see light
Spotted red
Reveal the future
Still like a paint job
Never drying
But dry to the touch
Thoughts of you
Behind the eye
Seen
Reversed in the future
Lays still
Not painted

Painted Still by Carenda Williams

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Daily Selection for January 13, 2007: Story The Same Today

Story The Same Today

by Brother DeBuff

Water carries the screams
of the children’s of
the middle passage
them young spirits playing
tag with the star over dark sky
not long ago young one come this way
In the belly of wooden ship
Very cold dark rank
Chilled tiny body
they cried still be heard on the water
listen to what night say
It tells tales of forget children’s
How death claims many before time
tears drop mixed with distress moan
To with stand these troubles moment
In many tongues we call out to our Ancestor’s
our God’s
we suffer as many people we were
of different nations
They knew of us not
different in our talk and our dance
and song of our father’s
They did not know heart beats
That older and time
Our cried was foreign to any brother
In bondage
Whole nation in our child lost to cruelty
When we over come of psychological
and physical pain
Of these time fresh in mind of Ancestor’s
Journey of children in modern time
Has change little
With many new type of bondage
And scream’s are in air night and day
In the wind I heard the question when will
It end

Story The Same Today by Brother DeBuff

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Happy New Year

Wishing everyone a prosperous and happy New Year. The daily posts will return on January 8, 2007.