poem 204/365:2014 | In case your forgot I can go long…

some tell us

like it is

 

others tell us

what it is

 

—poets

 

who take words

and make vision clear

…or foggy

—make you eat

them and determine

what the recipe is—

figuring out what’s the seasons

 

yeah,

who tell you

there be a man upstairs

and one downstairs too

’bout them people shootin’

and hatin’ the youth

but want to be them too

 

who create the boogie man

as a good—night story

and tell you to have sweet dreams

 

who take ugly

and make it beautiful

take sand and make it an ocean

 

yeah,

who tell you

you ain’t you

and that somebody else

ain’t them

—them ain’t us

and us is lost

looking for a light

in the night

trying to figure out

wrong from right

after Adam took a bite

and spat us out

with the seeds

 

apples don’t fall

far from the tree

to rot or to end up in

someones mouth

and down the shoot

—when you eat the fruit

you eat the root

and can’t leave without

surviving the seasons

but even though we

fall—we spring up

 

so who tell you

like it is      and       what it is

—poets

 

 

 

New Poems, New Book

blessings beloveds

I’ve been busy working on a new manuscript

for my second book; another collection of poems

that are of a different tone and color from my first book

Freedom As It Happens.

 

I began collecting these poems

last week after returning home to Japan;

I collected them from notes, loose leaves,

scribbled and napkins…all the various places

I may have hid my words…

 

I look forward to sharing this new collection

poetry with you soonest; the plan is to make it

available in print and e-book for widest access.

 

until then, please continue to peruse the offerings

here on my official site, and treat yourself with

my first book and free albums.

 

with great love

Tshombe