Poem (inspired by Crandle Carrier)

'Moses #1'




ridin out the dreams of a nation...
history whisperin in your ears...
you are the moses to a family
imbowered in 'captivity.'
hey now, blk moses...lips full and eyes
old...you've seen many lifetimes...
you got much wisdom...got much
knowledge...got much...got much...

we gon' watch u dance boogie
around yo dreams. we eatin'
the words off yo tongue, we
lickin the essence of freedom from
yo full lips.

twilight dances with sunset,
i close my eyes and see
yo eyes...seeing things beyond...

disjointed imagerys,
nostradamic prophesies. see i want my
ears blazin from the fire you
regirgitate.
If i ask u
will you cultivate me...will u grow me
after you liberate me?
will u be the wild sound of drums
across my skin? will you plug
me full of bright tomorrows and rainy
'in-this-moments?'

Young sir, you live...some black atlas
carrying the world on yo back.
...got u chained to a rock, is that right prometheus?
got u chained cause you stole fire from
the gods...so...
i guess now you scared to be u, right?
i guess u scared to bathe in the Euphrates when
everyone else cleans in the Mississippi...
i suppose you'll see yo'self
wearing the same predjudices, biases, and ideas like
everyone else huhn?

i see you black moses ...
i see you obsidian prometheus...
i see you blk deliverer of unlighted minds and
dim perceptions...i see you!
i
hear your scream for difference...you're
growled assertion of your right to be simply....U!

i hear you and i applaude you.
i hear you and i stand behind you.
i hear you blk man...
i hear you...
i smell yo' funky rhythm, yo jive groove...
i hear yo' INDIVIDUALITY
...and they do to!




'House of Atreus' Publishing/2006