The Beautiful Song Bird

Inspiration: Lauryn Hill

Plenty of times I heard her voice,

But this time there was something different

As she sat in the movie theater seats

Singing to the screen about a love strumming her pain

I felt many feelings that can’t be described

That voice of hers

Starting low and unique like only she could

Capturing the hearts of many as she built up

our anticipation of the journey those short minutes would take us on

By the final note we knew there was no one else like her

A talented song bird with a pure aura meant to spread a message to many

All too soon she was gone

Away from the spotlight she found solace

Able to be herself without the world watching her every move

Allowed to evolve in her own way without criticism

Now when she graces the stage she does so at her own will and in her own way

A way that I have yet to see in person

A presence I’d love to just have one moment in time to be blessed with

Until then I push the button and let the familiar notes of the song play

Before hearing that voice of hers slowly sing,

Strumming my pain with his fingers….

Twin Flame

Artist Unknown

Reaching the highest frequency

One become two

At different points

Separate , but equal

Attraction

Drawing together magnetically

Mirroring ones reflection

You ignite me

Caught up in a blaze of recognition

We connect

Mind, body, and soul

Blended in a sensual haze

Intertwining with one another

Becoming familiarized

Touching, tasting, pleasing, releasing

Pent up energy stored for this moment

When two become one

In a burning twin flame

Short Story: The People Of The Lake

Lake Lanier

Silence filled the night as the young girl sat near the lake. 

“What you doing out here,” a whispering voice touched her ears. 

“Who said that,” she called out while standing. 

“Dangerous place for a lonely girl,” the voice said again. 

“Who’s there,” her heart sped up with fear. 

Backing up preparing to run, the girl saw something that made her want to pass out. A glowing figure began coming out of the water. It was a African American girl about the same age as her wearing old tattered clothing. Her eyes held a hint of sadness and a lot of anger

“Where are you going girl,” her voice got stronger. 

She turned to run, but a force stopped her. 

“Going so soon,” the spirit taunted her. 

Tears flowed down the girls eyes as she pleaded, “Please.”

With the snap of a finger, the spirit had the girl sitting back at the edge of the water with her. 

“Relax girl, I won’t hurt you right now.”

“What do you want,” the frightened girl asked. 

“What is your name,” the spirit asked back. 

“Nechole,” the girl answered. 

“Well Nechole, I am Polly. Named after my mother,” she said with pride. 

“Are you going to hurt me, Polly,” Nechole’s voice shook. 

“You intrigue me,” Polly looked closely at her, “Why would you be here alone despite the history of this place.”

“Lake Lanier,” Nechole was confused. 

“You people must do better with learning history,” Polly scoffed, “Have you never heard of Oscarville?”

“Oscarville?”

Polly waved her hand out towards the water and an image of a city appeared. In it you could see people running for their lives, buildings on fire, and so much death before water rushed through the town and the image sank back into the water. When she looked at Nechole there was tears running down her face. 

“Was that real,” Nechole finally spoke. 

Polly shook her head while sighing. It had been awhile since she told the story to anyone. Many were not worthy, but it was something that stopped her from letting happen to Nechole what happened to the others. 

“It was very much real. Those that didn’t make it out safely, were killed all because people felt we didn’t belong in a town we created. Then they lived in the town like nothing happened before flooding it further disrespecting  our bodies.”

Nechole sat there taking in all that was told to her. Not only was she talking to a ghost, but receiving a history lesson as well. 

“Is that why there’s so much death here,” Nechole’s voice rose like she had just uncovered and major secret. 

“Over 600,” Polly stood, You should go now.”

“What’s wrong,” Nechole was scared again. 

“The others will be waking soon and they won’t be as nice as me.”

Nechole backed up from the shore and moved quickly towards land. Looking out at the water she saw other glowing figures begin to rise out of the water lighting up the night and watching her. What appeared to be the leader, held up his hand and made her stop in her tracks. 

He then looked at Polly,” You told her our story?”

“Yes Father,” she moved closer to him.

“Why?”

“She has good energy. She is the one to tell the story.”

The father looked back at Nechole. In the blink of an eye he stood in front of her. He circle her with glowing eyes studying her before stopping back in front of her. 

“My daughter is a fine judge of character. You radiate purity. Will you tell our story?” 

“Is that what you want,” Nechole’s voice shook. 

“It is.”

“Will the killing stop,” she inquired. 

“We do not wish to kill,” he told her, “but with our sacrifice the descendants of others must pay the price as well. 

“You take our people as well,” she stressed. 

“They did not heed the warning,” he shrugged, “we were not welcome here then and we do not need to enjoy the creation that came from our deaths. Go back to your people, tell our story, and make sure the world knows what awaits them should they not heed the warning.”

With that he was back at the shore with the rest and they all disappeared except Polly. She lingered a second longer. 

“It was nice to meet you Nechole, “ she waved. 

“Interesting, but nice Polly.” Nechole waved to her. 

“Tell our story and don’t come back.” She warned with a smile before disappearing.

Note: Oscarville, Ga was one of the city’s located in Forsyth County that experience what many have referred to as a racial cleansing. 1,100 African Americans were chased out of the town making it an all white town. Many tactics were used such as burning buildings, lynching, and more. In two separate occasions, a black man and two teenagers were hung in retaliation to the rape of one white woman and the murder and rape of another in 1912. Towns like Oscarville and others were then flooded to create Lake Lanier which took 5 years to fill up.

Stay With Me

Artist Unknown

Stay with me

In this moment

On my grandmothers porch

In the swing my grandfather built

Under the moonlight and dancing stars

Stay with me

And we will talk for hours and hours

Build our future together

And in the silence of the night let the beat of our hearts

Rock us to sleep

As the moon travels across the sky

And the sun kisses the horizon

Shining a warm glow on my sleeping face

That you just so happen to catch

Sight of and make a vow to always

Stay with me

Sentimental Mood

Duke Ellington & John Coltrane

As a day of April showers brings me to the bay window

The familiar strains of In A Sentimental Mood flows out of the speakers

The Duke and Mr. Coltrane have entered the building

Putting me in a state of mind I haven’t visited in a while as the drops tap dance against the window

Closing my eyes I am transported to a time where love began to make sense

A time when you entered my life and everything swirled together like the paint on a canvas as it’s poured and twirled to make the most magnificent creation

A creation that could only be completed with the happy ending of us two

The feeling fills me as your strong arms enfold me into your embrace

Absorbing my emotions and releasing a positive charge of your own

Balancing us both as we sway to the tunes

Happily in a sentimental mood

No Longer Living To Die

Artist Unknown

Are we living to die?

Constant tears watering graves as countless mothers cry.

Brothers, sisters, husbands, uncles, nieces, and somebody’s cousin gone away.

While it’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday is left in the background to play.

What is it about us that you fear?

Is it the melanin engraved deep beneath our skin?

The skin the gives proof of where live begins?

Within us we gave birth to many generations,

Powerful enough to lead nations.

Or maybe you’re scared of what we leave behind; Legacies

Legacies you intended to strip from us with your privilege

Your privilege that no longer compares

To the generational wealth we now create

The generational wealth that scares you like our melanin

Our generational wealth that will transform our black dollars into black businesses

So you’re scared

Scared enough to use your badge and privilege to sin

That many sins you committed by taking the life

Of the descents from where life began

Confident, that’s what you have been with each one taken

Our silence has had you severely mistaken

We have walked in the light of peace like Martin

But oh how quickly we can get it cracking like Malcolm

For it was he that said:

Be peaceful, be courteous, obey the law, respect everyone; but if someone puts his hand on you, send him to the cemetery.

Now that I have your attention, let me be clear

We are done being filled with fear whenever we get pulled over

There will be no justification for the wrong doings of others

Our voices will not be silenced or bought

No longer will loved ones spend countless times in the cemetery

Consider the grass to be overwater by mother’s tears

No longer will we live to die.

My Winter Song

On the back of the deck

Thoughts of you flow through my brain

The temperature has dropped and

Darkness surrounds us earlier

The fireplace crackles with warmth inside

And mugs are filled with hot chocolate

But the outside gets all of my time

Out here is where we created our fondest memories

Our first snowball fight and footprints in the snow

Love and laughter through the air

As our bond continues to grow

I watch you now,

In the middle of the yard as the snowflakes fall

The most beautiful snow angel I’ve ever seen

No other moment could be as perfect

Than now

When I walk down the steps to join you

Taking your hand and getting on one knee

The tears filling your eyes as you look down at me

Placing the ring on your finger as I profess my love

On the first day of solstice

In the middle of our yard

Snow falling

Love in your eyes

With the words of my proposal becoming

My winter song,

TO YOU

I Thought

Artist Unknown

I thought we had a connection

A connection that no one understood

A connection only you and I could comprehend

Because we were the intended

On an alternate plane

Tattooed with a mixture

Of guns and roses

We created a love

Swirling in a pool of melanated bliss

You completed me

I completed you

Together we were one

Heartstrings laced together

Soul ties that became soul lies

Lies that flowed from your lips

Like the loose lips that sink ships

Ships that contain our love from that alternate plane

Now down at the bottom of the abyss

Never to be found and easy to miss

If only someone would tell my heart

The truth

My heart that finds it hard to get over you

Days and night filled with thoughts of what had been

Until I’m overcome with passionate rage

Turning my world like that ship that dwells in the dark murky waters of the ocean

Never to see the light of day again

I thought we had something real

I thought we had something only you and

I could comprehend

I thought we had a connection

I thought