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Riding Up to Harlem

Riding up to Harlem in a silver chariot.

Hustling & Bustling during a season of busy “cheer”.

A child laughs, a mother cries and I see the city reflected in a hobo’s eyes.

As I exit the train I hear Jazz musicians serenading commuters running by.

I hear a world of renaissance that has passed me by.

I think of this village called Harlem and feel the spirits of greats pass me by.

Can I add a stroke of paint to this village mural and contribute beauty with ashes?

125th Street Subway Station Mural in Harlem


The Ancestors are Dancing in Harlem

The ancestors are dancing in Harlem…

I feel them,

I see them,

they are calling to us to make right what they left wrong

and to manifest their destiny in this great city within a city.


They are calling to us to drum, dance and defend even when all seems dark,

because the sun will always rise in the east and set in the west.

The ancestors are dancing in Harlem,

and their dancing shoes are love & joy.


Cathedrals, Storefronts & Tabernacles

This was the second post I wrote in my  Poem A Day Writing Challenge, you can read all the poems to date and futures entries at my blog Wholeness4Love.

Sunday in Harlem. The streets are full as we bustle to get to temples built by man. Pimps hustle a gospel of greed and sacrifice(to their dreams). Prophets preaching truth & justice go unheeded by the masses. A cathedral is built by money, a storefront is built by courage but a tabernacle is built by the hammering of silence to house your inner spirit and you are its’ only architect.


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