Sometimes you wake to a refrain. The pulse sparks
and blood itches. Dawn echoes and whispers hymns.
A lyrical surge lodges in your spirit,
ascends, peaks in formations
and visions.

This surge breathes, speaks
in brittle breezes–



stock photo, silhouette, sunset, electricity, lighting, dance, festival, dance-floor, beachlife, sea-sand-sun


Young hearts, young minds are feather

flirting wherever gales whisper


                               Young hearts, young minds  kiss spectral  plumes

                                                Oh!  But one brush, one blush –the  flash of  fame


                     Young hearts, young  minds are feathers

        Wistful wanderers who weigh bounty

                                                                                                                                                                                                     on scales  of fancy and  fantasy



AFRIKAN (Dedication of the Newborn)

Grandfather  cradled  me

Massaged my forehead with prayer

Chanted softly my name , ripe

as nocturne, soothing evening song


Anointed me. Summoned into my veins

the mighty Nile ; we seized the moment —

the mystique, the  ancient, the  eternal

wonder–of my being. Imbued

my swarthiness , resonant radiance.


Now my father cradled me.

Massaged my heels  with clay clutched new

Then arched me into the  heavens.

The Sky Eye approved. We

glow in the knowing.


Behold, I AM


wondrous innocence

braids & ponytails double-dutching

twisting pavements       bouncing playgrounds


bright  shiny faces tease and  flirt

strutting sass      chanting names with

rhymes for beads & bowrettes


excited leaps to a joyous chorus

whips of fire      spree of majesty

jewels of wazuri  frolic


queens of  fancy-yet-crowned



O BROTHA (1968)

Every brotha aint a brotha
Every right on aint right

This so called brotha tryin to rap
some ol bull to me bout ball n chains
But I aint buyin
Jus tell charlie
Gimme a chisel n hammer
& I’ll do what I gotta do

Now comes charlie
He gonna play dumb
but he aint stupid
He thinks
when I strike a match
I need a fog

Jus cuz I don’t start fires
don’t mean I don’t burn down sh**

Goes to show ya
Every brotha aint
right on

right on

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