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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

The Stubborn Principles of Belief


I
Like
To go
Around
Believing
In things. I
Believe in Autumn
The green leaves turn rust
And o
range out of Summer's fatigue.

I
Believe the

Sound petering from
Coltrane’s h
Horn ... Can heal
M
ost anyone’s failing rhythms. I believe
Y
ou can can feel chord changes on your skin,
Like a baby’s breath... o
r a sudden shift in wind.

But...
The wind
I
s music, you see?
I believe that this rhythm

Of my heartbeat is made by
A playfully insistent
God.

And
I believe,
Just a little,
In everyone's gods
And even more in the passion
With which people praise them.

I
Believe
The boundlessness
Of God to be inherent in
The sound of children's laughter,

When it’s free. I believe that sex and
Laughter creates its own rapturous music.
I believe that my breath makes these minuscule
Sparks... and then ... flames... when I’m singing.


I
Believe
In what
Nietzche said:
That without music,
Life would be a profound mistake.

I

Believe
That Angels, Spirits
And Deities make soothing
Sounds. They gather around in
Cliques, s
peak in whispering tongues
And t
hey insist on traveling with me...
And at night, I hear then quaking, fluttering
Like flights and flocks of feeding birds.


I
Believe in
The power
Of my words, and
Deeds can sweep and move
Across the terrain of souls and beings I’ll never know.


I

Believe
That to read
A poem is to weave
And sew the tapestry of your own
Infinite reality... a
nd inside the mirror of
Words, y
ou can discover your own affinity.


I
Believe
Every human
Being is a singer, singing
Its own unique solo, and every
Heart... is... a... drummer... which
Bangs, and clangs and sounds in an echo
Forever, and ever and ever in the Universe.


I
Believe
In this as much
As the richness of my
Own Manifestos. I believe
So religiously in collecting
And keeping and giving back.
I believe less in fables, and more
In the stories of my actions. I believe
For each of my beautiful mistakes, for
Each of my most gorgeous of failures, there
Lies within.... a d e e p e r l e s s o n.


And
I believe
Even harder in
The sweetness of
Aspirations. I believe in
The strength and the willfulness
To succeed, even in the ignored
And weakened spines of Black men like me.


I

Believe in
Shimmering warriors
Wet with sweat. I believe
In Kingdoms, in Karma , and distance.


You

See, I've
Always been

A believer in Things.
Maybe I'm a
Hopeless romantic, or
Maybe, just a little d
eranged. I believe

In
Q
uestions and
In answers which
F
all or tumble slowly....
Like autumn l
eaves tumble,
Upon the softest winds of change.







One.

3 comments:

ED T. said...

damn damn dammm, and I believe in poets that make me gasp and believe that bearing ones soul is an incomparable feat worth more than any treasure this world can hold...wow, speechless right now! this has made a unbearable week seem senseless that I stressed as much as I did. Wonderful writing brother!
Thankyouthankyou thank you!
Continued abundant Blessings
"WRITE ON!"

Mizrepresent said...

Wow, i believe that that was one the most thought provoking pieces i have read in along time, beautiful. I would love hear this read.

Lovebabz said...

I believe I am printing this put and posting it close by.

It is lovely.

Yep I am going through your archives and reading. Just the pefect thing to do on a lazy Sunday afternoon while the children are outside and I can sit with a lovely glass of merlot.

You are a treasure.