the dichotomy
I struggle with
This land is not our home
but it's the only home we know
Dwelling in a forsaken land
unwanted for who we are
but exploited for economic benefit
Expected to combat violence
with peace
leaves me wondering when
there's a time for everything under the sun
Pondering when the God of Justice
will burn this place down -
as the flood drowned all evil
and the rainbow signified a new beginning -
From the ashes, rebirth will arise
Tonight, I write.
Tomorrow, I'll be in the streets
with my people
Surrounded by them
And now I realize Home is not a place
It never was
but Home is with the people I love.
~cdw~
11.26.14
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
the dichotomy ... a poem
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Wednesday, August 20, 2014
the other way ... a poem
the other way
i'm praying for Your Will and Waymine eyes search for the other wayYour Ways are higher than my ways
my gaze rests on the other way
both eyes peer toward another waywith hopes to glimpse a better waybefore my eyes are Your miraculous ways!I blink -- and there's another way
wide-eyed, stare at a different wayto see You move in a peculiar way
with back-hand rubs, i clear the way
blurred vision dies to a different way
sight by the spirit sees the other wayYou are the Truth, the Life, the Waylook to the hills -- the other wayfleshly eyes imagine a logical way
~cdw~
07.31.14
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Muse ... a poem
Muse
make you sweat
Inspire the notes
that drop and drip
onto a music staff
Treble and tremble
'til you play a song
motivated by me
I want to
light the fire
Make you burn
red strokes of heat
across a bare canvas
yellows and oranges and golds
of wet paint that leak creativity
but dry as a masterpiece
I want to
flip the switch
Create electric imagination
that courses through your veins
shocks your nerves
sparks your senses
and leaves your skin hot
with frenetic energy
I want to be the something
that produces anything
and becomes your everything
I want to be your muse.
~cdw~
03/25/14
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Sunday, February 16, 2014
Stand... a poem.
Stand*
drowned in the Atlantic seas
chained and whipped on our knees
noose-tight rope, hanging from trees
blood on the ground
blood on the leaves
it seems some things will never change
bodies burned and bodies hanged
like target practice at a gun range
oh no, it's not murder
our black skin is to blame
are we yet tired of reasoning with the insane?
what do we really think we'll gain?
freedom to spend a little change?
they give us money today
tomorrow it's gone again
it's wisest to never argue with a fool
no use in obeying a corrupt rule
or voting for an oppressive tool
we cannot win
with a knife at a duel
we have no choice but to unite
to stand together as one and fight
and God Almighty stands with the right
we must not flee --
there's nowhere to take flight
with shoulders back and our pride tall
stand side by side, an unmovable wall
like brick and mortar, we cannot fall
we'll stand our ground --
they can't kill us all.
~cdw~
02/16/14
*For Trayvon, Jordan and all of our sons and daughters who've lost their lives in "the land of the free and home of the brave."
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Sunrise... a poem
Sunrise
I have finally awakened
to sun rays streaming through my windows
beaming on my face
warming my brown skin
hot cocoa on a cold night in.
the light replaced the darkness
it cut through the shadows
brightened the blue-black sky to a golden peach
sweet as the juice on a summer day.
Hope is that ball of fire
burning from the heavens
commanding the night to flee
and dreams to be realized.
I look to the sun
and reach high to the cumulus clouds
I listen to the quiet morning
where night terrors are no more
And the day is waiting.
~cdw~
11/26/13
I have finally awakened
to sun rays streaming through my windows
beaming on my face
warming my brown skin
hot cocoa on a cold night in.
the light replaced the darkness
it cut through the shadows
brightened the blue-black sky to a golden peach
sweet as the juice on a summer day.
Hope is that ball of fire
burning from the heavens
commanding the night to flee
and dreams to be realized.
I look to the sun
and reach high to the cumulus clouds
I listen to the quiet morning
where night terrors are no more
And the day is waiting.
~cdw~
11/26/13
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Say Goodbye to the Air ... a poem
Say Goodbye to the Air
Only one or two more days until
time stands at the station corner – still.
And waits to board that midnight train
leaving Georgia and traveling to North Carolina again.
Until that day, I will patiently sit
and wait for a phone call that I’ll never get –
the call where you bid farewell to me here,
but I know you won’t, so I’ll say goodbye to the air
and hope it finds you there.
~cdw~
February 2009
Only one or two more days until
time stands at the station corner – still.
And waits to board that midnight train
leaving Georgia and traveling to North Carolina again.
Until that day, I will patiently sit
and wait for a phone call that I’ll never get –
the call where you bid farewell to me here,
but I know you won’t, so I’ll say goodbye to the air
and hope it finds you there.
~cdw~
February 2009
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Monday, November 4, 2013
unspeakable joy ... a poem
unspeakable joy
when i can't sit still
and my hands begin to wave
my arms start to flail
and my hands begin to wave
my arms start to flail
my right foot stomps the church floor
that's unspeakable joy
the pounding from the floor
echos the pounding in my chest
I've been standing for an hour
but my legs won't stop shaking
the energy of unspeakable joy
i lift my left hand to the steeple
point my index finger to the heavens
tears blur my vision
leaving streaks on my cheeks
trails of unspeakable joy
when I do lift my voice
it's more like a wail
a cry out to God
a cry out to God
a moaning sacrifice of self
sounds of unspeakable joy
words can't tell it
songs can't sing it
stories can't share it
but you can see it
in the trembling lips
the rosy nose
the stained cheeks
the watery eyes
the watery eyes
the furrowed brow
the sweat-shiny hairline
that's unspeakable joy
11/03/13
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