Today’s Pics 12/20/17

Paradox: Heaven on Earth

“…Ain’t no smiling faces
Lying to the races…”
— The Staples Singers

Down here on the ground
Life is a paradox
Of paradise

People up in here
Like we selling salvation
Like we showing trailers
Of Phoenix Sunrise: The Second Coming
With Sam Walton
As Jesus Christ Superstar
And a motley multitude
As his congregation
Misled & misconstrued
By vendors of legal tender
For the love of money
In God We Trust…

When we should grasp
For the greatness
That love’s eternal ember
Has in store for us
All, if only we can see
That right beyond
The ash of our past

Lies heaven on earth.

Today’s Pics 12/11/17

African Proverbs

Erato’s Love Notes Part 9

I evoke you
…Out of the babel
Of Babylon, in the cadence
Of our hearts’ embrace — like
Love inciting poetry
& verse inviting passions
Of the soul to be its
Epitaph, as the voices
Inside my head splinter
Then rejoin & rejoice in a chorus
Of the syllables
Of your name swinging
Off & on the branches
Of the echo tree
For eternity to adhere
& infinity to see…
Even through the confines
Of night, “striding
Across nothingness.”

*Quote from Zora Neale Hurston


 (…but not mixed-up)

In spite
Of being light-bright
(& almost white, but
Not quite)
I choose
Neither to assimilate
Or to hate nor to separate
The human race
…but instead, realize
All of us comprise
The face of its fate…
& trust in the vernacular of my soulness.

James Baldwin is the Truth

Jazz According to Thelonious

“The piano ain’t got
No wrong notes,” long as the song
Tells a story.

Erato’s Love Notes Part 8

As the millions of
Colors sound off in my
Mind, to infuse hues

In the umbrella
Of umbra and propel me
Through the tyranny

Of time, I fall more
In adore with the broken road
Running parallel

To moons conjured
“In the twilight of
Perpetual noon”

That led me through truths
And transparencies
Dead into you.
*Quote from Geoff Dyer

Erato’s Love Notes Part 7


Are destined to dwell

In the wake of love

Till death do us part

(so, we

would be best to save

all the bright wonders

of our words to heal

the worlds

of hurt we endure

through blunders of time

until it is dead —


by love).