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Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

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Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

(January 15 1929 – April 4 1968)




1.



You had a dream, of pastures of peace,

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows.



2.



They silenced you, yet your dream
resounds louder still,

in pastures not yet of peace,

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows.



3.



You said that you had been to the mountain top,

they tried to strangle your voice as you saw the promised land,

those pastures of peace,

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows.



4.



Today your dream is glimpsed in pastures,

not yet of peace,

for though they tried to silence your voice,

your spirit in our collective hearts does rejoice.



5.



Your spirit, your dream,

mingles in the winds of all those pastures,

over the valleys, in the oceans, across the mountains,

in every flowing stream.



6.



Today, your dream lives in the wind,

seeding the prairies, the steppes, the savannahs, the pampas,

pastures of peace,

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows.



7.



We remember you today,

with a shared pledge to nourish those pastures of peace,

in each of us,

where your dream may thrive,

blossoming into our shared dream,

bounteous, and alive.



8.



Your dream realised shall then seem,

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows,

when we give life to the promise of the radiance of your beautiful dream …




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The Autobiography – coming soon!





talkin’ born to run springsteen blues … …





i have lost myself,

so often,

tripping over the tangled barbs,

here and there and everywhere i have been,


splintering me more,

each time we hauled ass,


and where once i tried to sew myself whole,


now i know,

sure,


all the random trivia,

a bit of this


but not much of much at all,


that’s the truth,

and i’ll stick to it,

go ahead,

haul me up against the wall,


but now, you see,

that now i see a little more,

cutting deep to the core,


i’ve been putting on a show,

playing the part,

cowardly,

callow,


hollow,

empty,

blind-mans bowl,


and chillingly,

effortlessly,

almost now,


clanging on,

the same old song,

the tired old dance,


but then again having strutted once,

puffy,

conceited ego,

once,


and since i have been humbled,


many times since,

this old shell has had some touch-up, and some paint,


but still,

typecast,

twisted,

playing the sad old role,


vagabond castaway,

misfit whatever,

neither here nor there,


and not that i don’t,

(pretend, at leas) to care,


i am tired of the perennial fare,


this endless fair,


playing the skin i shed yesterday,


slipping into my new skin today,


vaulting myself high,

perched up,

on the mantle,


tucked away,

between suburban pomposity,

and expected holier-than-thouness,


but now after all these years,

and after all these miles and after all these tears,


i think i am able to get through the times,

when my burden of sins,


keeps kicking me in the shins,


because one thing i know is what you said,


what you said, man, was true,


i remember it was during one of your pre-song talk-in/intro/philosophical detours on that never-ending highway,


i remember it time and time,

i’ll remember it always,

again and again,


each time i’m kicked in the shins,


remember, you said,


“… remember, in the end, no one wins unless everyone wins.”




The Big Man and The Boss

The African Rains

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uBuntu - the philosophy of the interconnectedness of humanity

Soaking,

the rains settle,
meandering over jagged faultlines of our memory.

Drenching,

the rains settle,
streaming through veins,

the thud-thudding of the heartbeat of Africa.

Absorbing,

the rains that settle,
within each of us,

herald rebirth.

And,
if you listen,

if you strain to hear,

while shedding the raucous noise of your inner turmoil.

If you listen,

the whispers of the ancestors,

speak to us all,
lending us warmth,
urging us to stand,

even though we may
stumble,

even though we may fall.

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scabbards

scabbards.

1.

aren’t we all,
at the heart of it all,

just scabbards.

mere,
just,

vessels,
into which,

we pour
our hope, love, fear,
desire, prejudice, anger,

scabbards all,
right at the heart of it all,

filled to the hilt,

brimming with jingoistic murderousness,

bloated on bigoted hair-trigger rage,

primed,
ready to slay,

in the name of something someone,

some entity deity belief oldage, newagey, or thought-up yesterday,

sounding needlingly familiar,

a few words,
names,
hearsay,

primed,
coded,

prepped to slay,
itching to strike,

that
first blow,

shock & awe!

drawing first blood,

drop by drop,
bleeding out,

blood spilled,
again, and again.

2.

the colour of the bloody rivers in flood:

red.

red to the hilt,
brimming the scabbards,

scabbards,

mere,

and finally,
just maybe,

perhaps,

just.

double-helixed uBuntu

double-helixed uBuntu …

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these interwoven veins

dna
double-helixed

microscopically
binding

me
you

us
all

through
this common
shared
truth:

‘I am because you are’*

all of us
together
as one

me
you …

… uBuntu*

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* – uBuntu is an isiXhosa/isiZulu concept that espouses the “belief in a universal bond of sharing that connects all humanity”

uBuntu = humanity

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uBuntu = humanity

all roots
alive

weaving intricate veins

over our shared
common plains

feeding tributaries
slipping over streams

all so

one sea
one world
one earth
us all

may be fed

like our shared blood

for
the river feeding us

all of us

the river ebbing and flowing through our veins

etching tributaries within all of us

is of one colour

it is

all of it …

red.

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uBuntu is an isiXhosa/isiZulu concept that espouses “the belief in a universal bond of sharing that connects all humanity”

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What is uBuntu?

uBuntu …

every seashell

ever silenced
emptied

lost to the tide

shares the desolation

of
each leaf
of
every tree

that ever fell …

_____________________

uBuntu is an isiXhosa/isiZulu concept that espouses “the belief in a universal bond of sharing that connects all humanity”

uBuntu …

every spent shell
ever silenced
emptied

lost to the tide

shares the desolation

of
each leaf

of
every tree

that ever fell …

hugging hope

years days moments minutes hours months weeks decades,

pockmarked,
weary,

skidding,
clinging onto,
raging roads,

hobbled,
shovelled,
dragged deep,

wrestling demons without,
within,

yet always,
always,

hugging hope,

as night yawns,
and a new day dawns …

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