The Ballad of Tyshawn Lee

Little boy Dead & gone Tyshawn Lee The chi-streets of Chi-town Do not burn 4 thee (& they nev’r will) 4 Black boys like you Tyshawn Lee Black boys Who are born w/ a tin-plated spoon En the wrong city En the wrong skin Black boys Who are taught how 2 hustle & lie low […]

Paris Thirteen

Corruption has found its way Ento the Black Stone Consequently, Much innocent blood has been spilt As Western leaders deliberate And their countrymen tilt 2nite, A city of lights Is a city under siege 2nite, The Palace of Peace Is a palace out of reach Make no mistake, The armies of Darkness and The armies […]

The Surrender’s Hymn

Om Kali, Kali! Om Kali, Kali! {Fingercymbals-Twice} Eye am here & Eye beseech thee Hoist your sword & sweep all that presently lies prostrate at your feet Come, Kali & take all that is yours Ev’ry memory & lucid dream Ev’ry broken promise & lustful, meandering stream Ev’ry dark face Ev’ry star-lit space Ev’ry curl […]

Kinder

We are seeds sown Soon 2 break thru Soon 2 bask triumphantly en the sun Soon 2 blossom & lend light 2 a garten Most eager 2 receive our distinct drift of colors                         a garten Most eager 2 be overwhelmed By our hopes, our dreams, & our futures © LogosVox 2015

Soma from the Well: William James

The spiritual in man appears in the mind-cure philosophy as partly conscious, but chiefly subconscious; and through the subconscious part of it we are already one with the Divine without any miracle of grace, or abrupt creation of a new inner man. As this view is variously expressed by different writers, we find in it […]

The Herder’s Hymn Nr. 1

He is not the 1st Herder Nor shall he be the last Truly, the bones have been thrown; The royal die cast And this cipher, En the Long Ago, writ Amid rust and decay, The Freemen will say: All of our dreams are shattered Ev’ry rainbow dissolved Ev’ry golden statue turned Ento a heap of […]

Soma from the Well: C.S. Lewis

And all the time-such is the tragi-comedy of our situation   .   .   .We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful. C.S. Lewis / The Abolition Of Man