Blue Floozie's Waterfall

I put justice in just ice,
Frozen in righteous, but the heat of your arrogance
Melts away the corner stone of life that was built in the fluidity of our history.
We are changing and spilling over...we can be changed...but never contained.

Sankofa

And that's where we are.
Thriving on the last pocket of life before we slumber.
Like the world was our party hall..
Nights over, stop the music, bring the lights down.
This is just the beginning.
No the rewind.
This is the birth traveled in tracks already impressed with steps learning how to guide.
The black flower grew greater, stronger, and younger as time pressed on.
Off axis this bloom became bud and I prayed.
Thanking God for teaching us to sleep only when we know the meaning of each step we take.
As if salvation was a word we were born with,
And learning to be was forgotten in an attemp to allow our conscious to bloom.
Being responsible was washed out with the idea of fear.
Our need to examine unlearned to relying on outside inspiration when the ability to exist and experience still swells joy in my heart.
I can't help but let my tongue learn the palets of all the wonderful dishes each breath of life grants us.
Impervious as you may think you are to the harsh and brutal realities you must face daily,
Are you strong enough to exude the vulnerability it would take to allow someone to share this journey with you,
As well as be giving enough to let them take lead in order to make it all the way home.
Night time comes,
Or is it leaving.
Her star shines brighter,
The east is in flames, blinding us to the destruction of now
And forging our trip back westward
Hoping to reach back to where it all began..
Return of the waves of sound back to the drum.
Home.