The night train moves Quickly in the night’s air And the noise from the train Keeps a steady beat lugging home. I gotten a buzz of inspiration

Gloomy skies with dark clouds abov… Where rain was every where And I am here lying in bed Sleeping, slumbering into a dream Unknown journeys of twist and turn…

Hate in the land Making my people die A death not naturally but with a b… And you want to know why? Because of the unrest around us.

Brother, Lover, Poet, Freelance writer, Son,

in memory of the children of South… Freedom! Lifted out of the ashes and into a… A river of joy A river of peace.

A SOCIAL COMMENTARY BLACK IS MY SKIN TAR BABY... SAMBO

Soothe me Groove me Making my nature rise Even in four-part harmony, As the music rocks me to sleep,

Because I care Enough to say enough, Even though times are so rough As society tries to bring me As society tries to bury me

I am not pretty I am not fat, I am not tall enough, Too short, To thin,

I am trippin’ off of you And the things that you do, And the way you talk, The way you talk, Baby it’s such a delight

o write a verse poet, to kinder the soul, to soothe it so, until we can feel every verse put to paper,

Life goes on The mistakes are gone Times of remembrance are past The clock ticks on and on. I was born, I lived, I die,