sister from another planet.

rarely gracing the earth
with her presence
her “innertude” gets
provoked
by no-show folk.

(made her spiritual route
in decades embracing true ness
with a natural incandescence
preserving sanity)

the fight is on her terms only.

walks the
sojourner
following intrinsic signals
Home.

…Home
where freedom
washes over the soul
like a clear running stream
the sky cries uncomplicated tears
and the wind is a silk cloak
wrapping the bareness of skin

the trees laugh
in sympathy.

do you hear the drums?

trees talk…
winds listen to the defiantly mellow haunt of billie
whistling southern trees.

talk roots
with blood
bombarded and
internalize pain
like martyrs
speak from
inner rings protected
only by bark.

(know intimate details like
the oldest of lovers)

record centuries’ mass
delusional tribes’
sport in trunks//
roots
nourish hurt.

(winds cry cubic tears in summer.)

trees talk
when we don’t
shout
verbal war ‘cause
breath
suctioned from lungs daily
try to
cry.

(some get weary)

have witnessed
crimes heinous
over
a lifetime traumatized
they see/they speak.

are survivors
when green full//
in stark barren winter
naked
shed no Light//
victims
of oppression.

(the trees have always been my sisters.)

trees
become a
dying species
commiserating with
the living//
encourage accurate
history.

they talk …listen

they beat the drums…hear them.

natural…just like music (a marvin gaye inspired joint you gave me)

…slides earphones on
layers the music
over noisy abstractions
coats my mind in your soul’s
music—

makin it a solid
blue
funky
mellow
groove that
could last

your smile
sings intense
cause i don’t hear
words
(just like music)

what did you say?
my mind skipped
a beat
and i’m trippin
on an island
of everafterness
(just like music)

but i’m
gonna make this simple
you
kinda make my eyes dance and
i’m on an endless river bank
fuchsia rose petals under feet
forgetting smog political
ramifications personal philosophies
existential wastelands dreamin up
theories for irrational letters
and rust/
            it’s just like music

mellowed stars twinkle twinkle
restin in my eyes
i’m goin in for the layered/abstracted
melt of a flo/
            just like music…

rhythm of a falling star
ignites passion
like a flowering hyacinth bed
my eyes veiled
takin over spirit
music—
i feel your soul…