A Season of Hearts Words fall like leaves And a gentle wind blows at my heart Words fall like leaves And a gentle breeze softly touches me Words fall like leaves And a gentle wind takes me Words fall like leaves And a gentle wind moves and caresses my floating body Words fall like leaves And a gentle wind places me softly on the earth Words fall like leaves And the wind catches and pushes me farther from your arms Words fall like leaves And I move to its rhythm Words fall like leaves And I ride and float, ride and float Words fall like leaves And I am…

I make my heroes black. Make them hard and angular self-righteous with a shroud.
I make my heroes black. Chiseled with sharp edges uncompromising in the truth.
I make my heroes black. Their actions are right and right minded.  I make my heroes black. Don’t want to mistaken my ignorance without integrity. 
I make my heroes black. Been too disappointed in my own unfounded romanticism.
They annihilated my ancestors.
I make my heroes black. They don’t shuffle or tarry long. They are stalwart and resolute.


But I digress When religious and commercial symbolism are blended together the resulting an artificial preposition is created. Are our moral compasses and prejudices based on the salient imagery creations…

  I tried to flick my hair and it sent me to the emergency room. I broken my neck trying like those white guys that swing their hair out of their face, but my hair was nappy like a short flat rug. I didn’t know who I was…. I even purchased a convertible so my hair could blow in the wind as I drove, and that was a disappointment. I tried a women’s stocking  rolled down from the top to get my head.  I tried heat to blow it out for the effect. It worked until the humidity caused it to curl. I put thick grease, Royal.Crown and My Knight…