Black Messiah

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(Inspired by this album that dropped a few hours ago.  This is how inspiration works, sometimes…)

It ain’t that easy to live.
In a time where Black lives are treated as worthless
By people claiming to be examples of godliness
We have salvation.
In a time where the melanin in my skin can get me killed
Its elegance radiates through this record.

A picture should be worth a thousand deaths
Documented evidence as payment for the myriad of names we hope rest in peace
While we expose the charade called justice
They try their hardest to eliminate us from the photo
Sugar daddies throwing money at their infidelity
And then wonder why we question if they really love us
Repeating history like Back to the Future
But let me tell you
This ain’t a movie, dawg.

We have a soundtrack to our movement
It won’t stop til it’s done
And no amount of prayer to the higher power you falsely represent
Will save you from us

No more fear
We will no longer betray the heart of our people
Walking through the door fist first
Blasting music you’ve never heard before
Trying to reverse the outcome of a future doc getting shot
Let me tell you again
This ain’t a movie, dawg.

This is what freedom sounds like
Where many instruments of love combine to form God
We make love to the finger style riffs in the guitar
Fight for love in the bassline
Spread love over the high hat
And when that love moves us
We improvise our vocal message of love
Because sometimes
Love is the most divine adlib
Solo
Key change
And bridge

Keep your Christ to yourself
We’ll save ourselves while He deals with the crimes you’ve committed in His name
Only from a people rooted in love
Could something so regal be created
This is love
We sing along, still unsure of the words
But that rise in our souls
Lets us know that
We don’t have to wait for joy in another life.

#WriteFree365 – Day 304: Higher

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(There is never an inappropriate time to delve into D’Angelo’s “Brown Sugar” album.  There’s something peaceful about it.  Day 304…)

Send me in ecstasy with your love…

I wanted to fly
But heights make me nervous
So I needed an angel
To show me how it’s done.

My breath being taken away
My chest swollen with her downwind
Following her essence like perfume trailing off her collarbone
Makes being up here
More dream come true than nightmare

Whoever said it was lonely at the top
Didn’t soar high enough
Didn’t reach for the heavenly body among the stars
They merely got close enough to look at them

#WriteFree365 – Day 194: Untitled (How Does It Feel?)

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(Happy Sunday.  Writing is easy, and I’m enjoying it.  I don’t know if it’s a product of consistency or favor being shown by the Universe.  Day 194…)

Said if you get a feeling, a feeling that I’m feeling… Won’t you come closer to me, baby…

Remove my name like shoulder straps
Let it fall to the floor
Not to be worn on your person until I say.
My hands are the only ones that matter
Those on the clock no longer exist
The date
No longer exists
All time is to you is a firm command
“Right now”

Obedience is rewarded
With monuments
Erected by you
And planted in the most sacred of temples
What’s it like to be fertile ground for worship?
You pray with your whole church
Your breaths congregate to sing hymns
To…
Well…
God…
So
How was service?

#WriteFree365 – Day 77: The Root

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(One of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums.  D’Angelo is a genius.  Day 77…)

From the vine to the wine…

She got her hands on me
Massaging my stems
Admire how beautiful I grew
Flowers
Are not meant to be picked
Because death begins once selfishness and possession rule motives
She
Wanted my petals to herself
So she tugged at the core of my existence
And stripped me of any hope to stay alive
Because she said
She loved me.

#WriteFree365 – Day 20: The Line

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(I really like this one. The ideas formulate faster and clearer.)

Voodoo has so many gems.  There will be plenty of entries inspired by this album.

I’ve been through hell
I’ve singed my heart so badly
You can see the smoke during the exhale after speaking on past relationships
I coughed lovers’ names and no pat on the back could soothe me.
Love was terminal
Breaking me down from the inside out
I was imploding on myself
Collapsing into thoughts
And poems
And poems
And poems about how I was okay because of poems
Then watching newfound loves be thrown into the Lake of Fire
Because Damnation loves company.

My misery became a copier full of excuses
Rhetoric written into referrals and made available when absence was needed
Just apply your name
Or mine
Where necessary

Doubt is believing I was in hell
Selfishness is wishing for a companion there.
I bore both thoughts like Devil horns.
Each new acquaintance impaled in their heads with them when we kissed
So many came close to carbon monoxide poisoning
I hope none died from second hand smoke

How I left Hell is not important
Knowing I am still alive is
Mistakes aren’t grave unless you make yourself ready
You deserve happiness because you are you
Not because of what you been through