for in memory of Gwendolyn Brooks You inspire me And touch my very soul Setting my heart and mind free Making poetry valued like gold.

I open my mouth— And the words are there But all of a sudden nothing comes… And those few words that’s shared Still flows on no doubt.

A SOCIAL COMMENTARY BLACK IS MY SKIN TAR BABY... SAMBO NEGRO SKIN DARK AS NIGHT

In Memory of Dr. Martin Luther… Silent. A voice once spoken of truth, A voice once spoken of justice A voice once raised the roof

No matter the distance Between us in miles, No matter the lifespan, Spread all the while. No matter the challenges,

I sing a morning song That the robins do sing. I sing a morning song That you hear the church bells rin… I sing a morning song

Brother, Lover, Poet, Freelance writer, Son,

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…

Summer rain— Falling from the skies, Summer rain— Pouring on my window pane, Summer rain—

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

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