To be sung in part
visited him once…
slept in his guest bed,
spending an entire night awake
visionary dream dragons from the head:
i had to practice a whole bunch to be human again
he had died to be
a brand new song;
Chicago friend, Delbert Tibbs -
did defend and exonerate with
poem from death row so that he could
day meet me and celebrate;
prophetic ghostly face of Jim Crow
on the horizon once more:
is the price of years taken from a man’s fleeting life?
meenie minie mo, catch a nigga by his toe, if he hollas..."
poet that would not sell his sovereign immortal soul -
captured him and did not want to let him go;
had to drown in the Mississippi River,
upon the pain of a Klu Klux Klan burning
cross so that we could one day sing our poems together,
friendship of SOULular kinship.
be human is a practice not many are willing to do,
sleepwalkers and blind night stalkers of this world,
others incarcerated and confined in the prison -
fell from my eyes as i viewed this,
i drank, and i tasted this...
grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me…"
is a man that will never grow old and die,
he has escaped the bondage of time;
persistent HUman Tai-Chi-ing,
Holy martial arts of all the Sacred parts that make the whole complete,
there can be no regrets on behalf of any atomic particle included -
kaleidoscopic Cosmic OMniversal Quilt…
cloud of unknowing became our secular and Spiritual disclosing,
racist distortion transformed into heroic radiant Nubian proportion,
lethargic crawling caterpillar transmuted -
awesome, mystical, Multi-Colored, Butterfly Man;
once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see…"
makes my friend so great is his humility and love for humanity,
of course, IAM not so humble,
i could have portrayed him better than the great -
- 11.01 am