The Afro-American songbook to me

The vocals of Afro-American singers performing in the studios or live on stage with professional musicians songs about suffering painted onto our ears on the developed rhythms and syncopated beats and added harmonies you hear they really are feeling it to me is the beautiful flowering of anguish and hope made into field songs flung […]

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Love

Introduction and premise: If poetry comes from the Heart, then does the Heart have its own thinking and ways to communicate with the see-saw Brain? This is first and foremost about Love, Love, Love It’s about Heartstrings, about pulling on Heartstrings. It’s about Love, Heartstrings out of tune, a little brittle, dusty, discolored, dishonored, disrespected, […]

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it’s a celebration!

Let’s celebrate each other’s differences. we bring more to the table when everyone brings their own dishes. we enjoy it more and we learn how to make it by sharing all the cooking secrets. and we get to know each other when we do the break bread together thing. So, the native American hoop represents […]

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I am

I am son But have no father I am not father So I have no sons I have windows To see through But no door for father and son That special door only fathers and sons can walk through I am son But lost my mother I can make sons To be father and mother […]

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A.M.N.L.A.E.

A.M.N.L.A.E. Revolution started as ours did, handfuls of untrained farmers with plowshares and old guns but with a formidable purpose; to overthrow a tyrant. Young mothers and fathers and field hands took up arms to fight for freedom, convinced in their hearts by an inaudible sound – the march of truth in the human breast. […]

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