The soul of Jazz Where Jazz is soul And the soul of Jazz is within Bringing back the days old Where Jazz was Jazz andJazz was…

in memory of the children of South… Freedom! Lifted out of the ashes and into a… A river of joy A river of peace.

Just when the day wanes longer, Legs and body not get any strengt… Memory short and not clear, Times of ending days near. Hair turns from gray to white,

Canvas Paint Words. Canvas Paint

a social commentary Among the vast of the sea and land Where a nation is born, Where a nation arises from the ash… Upon other large shoulders.

We need to press the issue Of what’s wrong in our country Or is the puppets of democracy bli… How they’ll bent backwards to kiss… We need to press the problems

o write a verse poet, to kinder the soul, to soothe it so, until we can feel every verse put to paper,

In your eyes I see a different light Maybe another you Perhaps something about you I see a certain you

The night train moves Quickly in the night’s air And the noise from the train Keeps a steady beat lugging home. I gotten a buzz of inspiration

Soothe me Groove me Making my nature rise Even in four-part harmony, As the music rocks me to sleep,

Brother, Lover, Poet, Freelance writer, Son,

I am a man– No matter the color No matter the race No matter the time or place I AM A MAN!