by Zam Zhinga
Can you tell me why?
Terrified of busting through
Being the great one I am destined to be
We believe the lie before the truth
The enemy is one that we root
Champion the darkness over the light
I’m scared of me
Scared of the potential
Afraid to open…
Afraid to let people in
Afraid to be the realest me
I can be
Shatter the mirrors
Bled from the shards
Bandaged my own wombs
Still afraid of what was around that corner.
If not now then when?
Tell me why?
The light makes it hard to run from yourself.
Turn the lamp on.
What are you looking for
Ruffling through that old drawer
The poems are gone.
Only left in you mind.
Recreate and rebuild.
I tripped and fell back at the starting point.
Dust in my eyes
Angst boiling over
Scared of beautiful
Fascinated with the ugliness of the lie
Be scared…but keep going
Break down the walls and paint outside the lines
Grapple with your own truths and rise..
Darkness comes before the light…
Daylight shines before night……
Continue reading Moods & Moments: #HBD #Brandy ‘Scared of Beautiful [live]
Y’all KNOW James Ingram sang the HELL out of his verse on Quincy Jones’ ‘Secret Garden’! R.I.P. Mr. Ingram, and thank you Mr Quincy Jones for assembling this TOUR DE FORCE of R&B GREATS for this TIMELESS CLASSIC. SHOUT OUT to El, DeBarge, Al. B. Sure, and Barry White–S.I.P. Mr. White.
Continue reading Moods & Moments: #QuincyJones #JamesIngram #AlBSure #ElDeBarge & #BarryWhite [vid]
Heaven must be like this….Aretha’s Welcome an art piece by @ivourth! DETAILS…below! Continue reading #Aretha’s Welcome– ART by @ivourth! [pic]
via Daily Prompt: Dim
Dim is the cloak that covers me
It shields my eyes
Making the path ahead
Almost impossible to see.
Dim is the glimmer of hope
That escapes your mind’s
And then still short by 5.
No fare, no ride
So you are left
On the mean sidewalk
Waiting and wishing
Dim is the faint light
Up ahead that has guided your way
Through the darkest of nights
The most brutal of fights
Just a glimmer of hope
As the angry sun
Chased away all uncertainty
But shone the light on your doubts
Is the phase before the light
The time right after the fall
The layover to the call
The pit stop before winner takes all.
Dim is replaced by shining, glowing
Flashes, splashes of greatness
Touches of bounty
And waves of praise.
A Love Bizarre
Sent the text early
Well thought out
Calculated for success
The bubbles never showed up
No response yet.
It will be worth the time…
One word is the
Read between the lines
But you read outside the lines
Contextual versus factual
The narrative is yours to create.
*read the rest after the JUMP! Continue reading Moods & Moments: #Sza ‘The Weekend’ [vid]
Angels with dirty faces
I am no more
Fell from heaven
As if my wings were clipped
Flew too high
Got too comfortable
Pushed it til it was too close to the edge
I am not him anymore.
The halo has lost his luster
The strength to go on again
I must muster
The eyes tell no lies
Look behind those obsidian pools
The window to the soul that weep
The tear-drenched garments fall
The water runs down leaving a trail
Down the cheeks of the angels with the dirty faces
Trading insults, trading spaces
The walls are closing
The tomb doors chasing out the light
If you don’t want to stay you can go on..
Don’t you hear them calling you?
If you answer, your time is running out
If you ignore are you turning your back
Or turning the page
The flames engulf
Or is it just the rage
I snatch the crumbs from your plate
To save for later
I gather and horde for not knowing when the next crumb will drop
The next swill of the chalice to fall
Will it quench the thirst?
You can only wish
That the next plate of revenge will appear to their favorite dish.
Under the guise of savior, but still just a foot on the neck of the angels with The dirty faces.
Hues for fools, but who really has the most to
The eyes water and runover with the pain from the other day
The worst day
You shouldn’t have been there in the first place
Not for you, not your taste
The yeast in the stale bread has settled
The ale from the chalice has lost it’s richness
Snatch the crumbs and savor the gravy.
When they call for you will you answer
In the center of the fire is calmness
Coolness, on my cool tip
Then most angels’s wings they will sure to clip
And you will fall back to Earth
Defeated with vengeance darkening your heart
Use the back of you hand to wipe your dirty face
They are still calling
Clawing at who you used once were and the tattered garments
Fall to the floor
You are free now.
Just a LITTLE something that came off the top of the head as I remembered my own life and inspired by Diddy-Dirty Money’s ‘Angels’….Now let’s melt into the NIGHT with that.
Behind the sterile walls
No room in my mind for more
No room on mine
Wandering, wondering when
If the light will shine again.
At least that what my mind says, but my body is still here
But where is here?
So full of thoughts, yet still
At least that’s what the wasted time says
Trying to keep it together
But failing at best
But my best was less
Less a factor of my own trappings of the mind
Or his sudden decline into insanity
The pool is full and
You are sinking to the bottom
Like a cinder block
At least that what the clock says
as the minutes become DAYS
Falling, confused then I tripped
I gather my things and move to another place
How long determines how I feel.
Can I be stealth?
Flying under the radar, but still seen by one
Feenin for a slice of blood orange
The mean citrus drips down my lips and onto
Did it stain, or was that just me
Me looking for an excuse to be a mess
But no excuses needed, just gone
At least that what my mind says.
Since my past MOODS & MOMENTS are GONE, let’s start some new memories… Let’s melt into the night with Jill Scott’s ‘Gone’ featuring Paul Wall!