I am done with apologies. I once had a Shams-
but his name was Umar... and backwards like these memories and forward-
Like this dream I speak on this "longest night!"
I do not owe anything to this story, but must give my advice to silence my desire.
I miss the friend, and we once sat black and white, young and old.. to speak-
of duel alities. and missions and visions... in circles we danced.
Seeped in explanations!
He said, "you must.."
And I said, " I know"
He said, "you should"
And I said "how do you?"
And he said...
and like this we spoke.. until the announcement came!
"Leave! You think you know?" but "come back!"
"After you find out.. and things come together.. the dreaming starts."
Dream with friends back home-
but I am done begging for rights to my story!
This is it..My MANifesto! I am raging to tell you a story of a boy who did love the tree..
of the man that did want something to talk about in the locker room..
I am longing to swirl in our conversations... in Old Louisville nights.. long ones.. like tonight..
like some sort of Last Poets hot and drunk from the wine... waiting for blue notes to play his flute while wailing voices... and NAY sayers are bound in bamboo vibrations and then lulled to sleep by innocence.
Like this..
And then some...
I was your Rumi. Still am.. and you have been gone for too long.
I am screaming! and being consumed like a fly in a spiders web.. round and round but free..
And like your Humanifesto.. this is the beginning. I am of that age now when...
One Song was all I needed!
I could go on for nights-
pinned to a breast or buttoned up for a cold trip into the dark... but..
I am not finished.
I am done with apologies-
Mad.. but not crazy!
JPW 2014 - 12-21 Nashville, TN
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