I
I am
I wonder who I am
Under these current lives
While my soul does damn
All beings like endives
I wonder I am who
My vision so egotistical
As only for me the sky seems blue
And any other's life inessential
Who I am, I wonder,
Without care for others' grief
Whether a twister or a thunder
Makes common lives, brief
I wonder how others endeavor
For growth and happiness
While I am seeking however
Through Jesus richness
I wonder in my world so odd
Where for success I often ham
Despite my fear of God
Whom I love, who I am!
II
Magna Charta
Every man being for right
Either believer or no devote
Black, mixed race or white
Does measure, foresee and vote
And thus prevent needs
As he does idolize
Making out of love seeds
From which riches arise
Who I am in this Eden,
I wonder of black and white
Where we’re born and raised,
then
Soul and dust, but knight!
Of beings and their fairness
She's well believed a pledge
Roaming from the Congress
Beyond the society's edge
III
Dream
You dream of sparkles of light
From your dark shield
Like a sun kindling your field
And every other site
You dream of a better day
Coming to your home
As in a shelter of dome
Where we kneel and pray
You dream of a paradise
Plenty of love and happiness
Without hate and bitterness
But with peace deep and wise
You dream of lands
Where to live blessedly
Clean and clear the tendency
To well lead your hands
You dream of a fate
Complete of harmony
Of music and poetry,
Coming, thus, any date
Alas, you must wake up
Already shining the sun
Quickly rise and run
To have your job set up!
T
IV
Magic birds
Tiny birds flying from the near wood
Invade the little house of my father
Or its leafy trees rather
As for them he stands good
And these beautiful birds
From the trees so tall
Using nice songs without words
Keep them leafy in fall
Such singing birds, as unknown tenors
Using instead gallant lyrics,
Let their sweet songs reach entire cities
To rid all from life endeavors
And flowers day and night diverse
Fill of scent every living site
As the sun warms the universe
With its welcome holy light
V
All for all
Tears of melancholy, lacking relief,
Pour fields and cities like rain
While few for joy and reign
Drive all of us into grief
From the East to the South
From the North to the West
Thousand with empty the mouth
While few our time do waste
Fire, blood and dust
The dawn of gray decorate
While few together must
Make peace and wealth our fate!
VI
Mason and Carpenter
When from their rough hands
Fair and worthy love arouses
A forest of cities stands
Plenty of sweet houses
Immensity of fresh aroma
Any moment is well felt
From Washington to Oklahoma
From where homelessness has left
From California to Maine
A garden of wooden homesteads
Adorns the sites, single or main
Where Christ's abodes are heads
From dawn to dusk, golden to violet
Like a troupe of hasty ants
As the hammer or scoop they did get
They enrich all the holy lands
But like a troupe of bees, rather
Without either queen or king
But like sons after a father
They build and they sing
Sprouts thus a commonwealth
Arisen from the public wishes
With castles of endless health
As a timely garden flourishes.
VII
War
Sinful and folly incarnate
Flies on hearth the bird of prey
Deepening all desperate
As the land with tombs it does array
Itself out of greens it feeds
Despite the Heaven's view,
The One that all humans leads
Towards a day, blessedly new
Comes to life the human brother
Mulatto, white or black
A good day or bad another,
But of love the beast keeps us lack
It keeps us lack of all
But fills the life of grief
Making every day seem like fall
And humans without belief!
VIII
Soul and Dust
God alike a master of art
In Earth from Heaven
With love from His heart
Fathered us a day Seven
Namely as sapiens we were
Beyond both white and black
Of love and faith, everywhere,
Thus, we all shouldn't lack!
One language sprouts in new slangs
Seeming flowers of different shape
Making humans like troupes of gangs
Without inside soul of ape
We're born, we live but we die
No matter what we have done
To be welcome beyond the sky
Once from land we have gone
And dust and soul we'll be all
Far like flowers without odor
To become as before, overall,
One man without race and color
Ivory, ebony or copper,
In ground like women are men,
But love and faith fly far upper
Being of us common soul, Amen!
IX
Roots
I am past
and roots
Tobacco and
Molasses
I am seeds
on dust and grass,
Future, but
present it looks
Like a slave
with boots
Rather in
disgrace
In glory from
who did pass
I took
