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7月8日 If My Heart - Turn Up The MusicIf my heart can become
pure and simple
like that of a child,
I think there probably
can be no greater happiness
than this.
"There can be no greater
Hope all is well Family
Peace
Tenthltr2u
 6月29日 WisdomI stand most humbly
Before man's wisdom,
Knowing we are not
Really wise:
If we were
We'd open up the kingdom
And make earth happy
As the dreamed of skies.
I can't think of many
Who were wiser,
Who made earth happier,
nor openned up the kingdom
more than Michael
As LA Reid so aptly put it......
'maybe now they will turn down the chatter and
Rest in peace you beautiful dreamer,
Rest is Peace
Peace,
Tenthltr2u
 6月19日 I Don't Know About ReparationsWhen I walk down the street Hello family, just some thoughts to ponder in light of our governments recent apology. Hope all is well and you have a great weekend. Peace,
6月17日 Last Night I DreamedLast night I dreamed.
Not something I do often, Not something I could really understand. It was strange, the images haunting, The feelings oh so real. Last night I dreamed. Last night I dreamed. I was in a setting unfamiliar, With people I seemed to be Only vaguely acquainted. Some I seemed to have feelings for, While others I barely knew. Last night I dreamed. Last night I dreamed. I said my goodbyes, Some were more poignant Than others. Some had No emotion at all. Some brought tears and fears, And some seemed To bring relief. Last night I dreamed. Last night I dreamed. I found myself traveling, Following some distance star. Seeking someone to help me understand it. Trying to find the happiness that has eluded me. The love that I have needed so desperately. I arrived at my destination unannounced. You were there waiting. Last night I dreamed. Tenthltr2u (c) April 2006 What's up family? Another one of my favorites. Hope all is well. Peace, Ten
5月20日 El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz/Malcom X
Happy Birthday Malcom Peace, Tenthltr2u RUSHMORE DRIVE - a search engine for the Black Community 5月8日 Madam and the Charity ChildOnce I adopted
A little girl child,
She grew up and got ruint,
Nearly drove me wild.
Then I adopted
A little boy.
He used a switch-blade
for a toy.
What makes these charity
Children so bad?
Ain't had no luck
With none I had.
Poor little things,
Born behind the 8-rock,
With parents that don't even
Stop to take stock.
The county won't pay me
But a few bucks a week.
Can't raise no child on that,
So to speak.
And the lady from the
Juvenile Court
Always coming around
Wanting a report.
Last time I told her,
REPORT, my I!
Things is bad -
You figure out why!
What's up all you charity chillun' ?
When the lady
from the Juvenile Court
Comes round asking for a report.
Tell her times are hard, things is bad!
Got miseries like I never had,
But I sure if I just hold on tight
Things are gonna work out just right!
Have a great weekend and Happy Mothers Day!
Peace,
Tenthltr2u
 5月6日 While You Were SleepingThe lights of the city streets
softly illuminated the room.
You lay there sleeping
just moments after we had
made love for the very first time.
Still glistening with perspiration
from the passion we had just shared,
a gentle smile graced your lovely face,
which seemed to glow in the early morning light.
It was if I were seeing you for the first time.
Your emerald green eyes, the curve of your lips,
the roundness of your face, your long flowing hair.
I traced the outline of your body with my fingertips,
starting with your face, the nape of your neck,
the slope of your shoulders, getting to know every curve,
every inch, every part of you.
I held you close, measuring every breath, every heart beat,
every soft sound you made while you slept.
The world around us was starting to stir,
the city lights giving way to the new day sun.
I fell madly in love that morning,
While you were sleeping.
Tenthltr2u
What's up family? I've had a special request to repost this,
and since it's one of my favorites, I was more than happy
to oblige. Hope all is well.
Peace,
Ten 2月28日 In My Father's HouseAlways first to rise
he usually sliped into daybreak
like a phantom - heading
(in jacket jeans white socks & loafers)
for Alemeda
the drowsy traffic
& buzzing electronics of Naval Air
But he plays a horn
& some mornings caught him
aching with jazz - reeling
in its chemistry & might:
Duke Bird Basie
riffs chords changes
softly grunted & mouthed
in his closet
in the hallway in
all the glory of the sunrise
Who knows what spirits
shimmer through the neurons
& accustics of his sleep
before these mornings:
black Beethoven
shunning his own deafness
for the sake of symphony
a Haitian drummer -
eyes shut in the moonlight -
mounted by divine horsemen
who flash through his hands
pretty Billy
eating gardenias with a needle
singing the blues away
Maybe urges older than oceans
startle him in the shower
or in the livingroom
on his way out the door
comple him to swipe moments
from time he doesn't have
in to notes across
pitiless lined sheets
that have waited on the piano all night
for beat and harmony to marry
On these mornings
he met the man with ease
didn't carry no heavy load
Car horns were trumpets
fog horns bassons
train whistles blushing saxophones
On these mornings
he jammed with angels
popped his fingers
to music in his head
filled his great lungs
with cool air.
George Barlow
As we sort thru those mornings
where we meet the men with heavy loads,
try to find the symphony in the car horns
the train whistles, the harmony
in the disharmony all around us.
On these mornings jam with the angels,
Hear Duke, Bird and Basie
Pop your fingers to the music
in your head.
Peace,
Tenthltr2u
 2月22日 Too Long TiredOne more mountain,
One more valley,
One more river to cross.
One more sorrow,
One more heart break,
One more disappointment
To overcome.
One more dashed hope,
One more lost dream,
One more cry for help,
When there is none.
One more broken spirit,
One more unanswered prayer,
One more search for reasons why.
One more tarnished truth,
One more wasted youth,
One more broken wing to mend.
One more empty day,
One more lonely night,
One more wishing
It all will end.
One more mountain,
One more valley,
One more river.....
Too long tired.
Tenthltr2u (c) February 2009
What's up family. Here's wishing you a great week.
Peace
Tenthltr2u
 2月16日 Night ThoughtsI cannot sleep. The long, long
Night is full of bitterness.
I sit alone in my room,
Beside a smoky lamp.
I rub my heavy eyelids
And idly turn the pages
Of my book. Again and again
I trim my brush and stir the ink.
The hours go by. The moon comes
In the open window, pale
And bright like new money.
At last I fall asleep and
I dream of the days on the
River at Tsa-feng, and the
Friends of my youth in Yen Chao.
Young and happy we ran
Over the beautiful hills.
And now the years have gone by,
And I have never gone back.
I rub my heavy eyelids
and turn the the pages
of my book. I trim my brush
and stir the ink. At last asleep,
I dream of the friends of
my youth and the days
on the streets of Naptown.......
What's up family? Wishing you the
best of Night Thoughts
Peace,
Tenthltr2u
 2月9日 The Weary BluesDroning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon I heard a Negro play Down on Lenox Avenue the other night By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light He did a lazy sway... He did a lazy sway... To the tune o' those Weary Blues. With his ebony hands on each ivory key He made the poor piano moan with melody. O Blues! Swaying to a fro on his rickety stool He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool. Sweet Blues! Coming from a black man's soul. O Blues! In the deep song voice with a melancholy tone I Heard the Negro sing, the piano moan - "Ain't got nobody in all this world, Ain't got nobody but ma self. I gwine to quit ma frownin' And put my troubles on the shelf. Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor. He played a few chords then sang some more - "I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied. Got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied - I ain't happy no mo' And I wished that I had died." And far into the night he crooned that tune. The stars went out and so did the moon. The singer stopped playing and went to bed. While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that's dead. Is it the Weary Blues
or just another Monday morning?
What's up family? In these very trying times,
here's wishing you
a week of syncopated rhythms
and harmonious melodies.
Peace, Tenthltr2u
 2月3日 From SelmaIn places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
In places like
Chicago and New York......
In places like
Chicago and New York
Kids say,
In places like
London and Paris......
In places like
London and Pairs
Kids say,
In places like
Chicago and New York.....
In places like
Selma, Alabama,
Kids say,
How ya' like me now!
What's up Family? Hope all is well.
Peace Tenthltr2u
2月1日 The Man I AmThe path I walk
was made for me
with grains of faith
for sand.......
Because of those
who paved the way -
I am free to walk this land.
The Man I am today
warrants not great fame......
The glory lies within the roots
I so proudly claim.
Patricia J. Hacker-Harber
Have we seen the realization of the dreams and hopes
of those who paved the way?
I hope so family,
Peace
Tenthltr2u
 1月28日 Bloodbirth
10月23日 Copacetic Mingus
8月12日 Song to the Dark VirginI.
Would
That I were a jewel,
A shattered jewel,
That all my shining brilliants
Might fall at thy feet,
Thou dark one.
II.
Would
That I were a grament,
A shimmering, silken garment,
That all my flds
Might wrap about thy body,
Absorb thy body,
Hold and hide thy body,
Thou dark one.
III.
Would
That I were a flame,
But one sharp, leaping flame
To annihilate thy body,
Thou dark one.
Langston Hughes
Would
That I be that sanctuary,
That safe place, that port
That calm in the eye of the storm.
That holds you, warps you
and keeps you safe from harm.
Thou dark one.
What's up Family...... Love You.
Peace
Tenthltr2u
5月27日 Call to Creation
5月13日 Who Remains Standing?
4月14日 Knees of a Natural Man (for Jay Wright)
4月11日 when i stand among poets
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