The Wisdom of Kings

Dreams are the wisdom

       of Kings you see

that can bend the world

       to their likes and dislikes –

we are but servants of desire and need.


Corporation fostered fantasies

       we are ready to heed –

for them we will sacrifice,

       toil and fight.

Dreams are the wisdom of kings you see,


and they will make you think

       you too can be free.

Reveling in darkness, while

       never knowing the light,

we are but servants of desire and need


and of our nature they’ll take

       advantage and feed –

their own desires giving

       strength to their might.

Dreams are the wisdom of kings you see


and those kings will pretend to be

       like you and like me,

and we’ll wind their noose around

       our necks real tight –

we are but servants of desire and need.


But clinging to love

       the only truth that is pure

we can drop the bonds

       and revel in peace.

Dreams are the wisdom

       of Kings you see –

useless to those in search of the Queen.

Black Folk Music

“Exploring the beautiful world of African-American Roots and Americana. Including Acoustic Folk Pop artists such as Allison Russell, Sreejit Poole, Amythyst Kiah, and Ben Harper, as well as Black Americana artists such as Rhiannon Giddens, and Leyla McCalla.” – Amy

Bated Breath

After stripping away

the misconceptions of what

it means to be – away with

the one in search of

recognition, and the one

romancing a mirrored

identity – with nothing to

hold on to after shedding

the weight of our

names and the breath

trained in praise to

the illusions of Her games, let

no one try to

speak of the divinity

in nothingness lest in

glorifying its beauty we

give illusions one

last breath.

Ad Libs

1, 2, 3, 4 – 1, 2 – 1, 2, 3,

1, 2, 3, 4 – 5, 6 – 7, 8, 9

The pitter patter of my life is like a 9 beat song – pitter patter – well – more like I stomp through it hoping for the best, with head down, and glancing both ways to dodge those 8 beat bangers and 6 beat romantics – knocking into others as I don’t figure into their rhythm – grooving to 9 means you probably can’t jam out with friends, instead you’re careful that this word, this look, this smile expresses this moment in a way that others can understand, and feel natural about, it can look – unperturbed – apathetic – cool to outsiders, but in reality is always one ad lib away from total self-destruction.

This is a cool 9 beat (at least that’s how I hear it) song written by Rhiannon Giddens and performed by Our Native Daughters


We scream as we

enter this world

and numb ourselves

to the pain

as we leave it,

yet without limits

we glorify these limbs

as a God

in whose image

we’re painted,


the bulk of our life

is spent with sagging skin,

fat spilling out

in odd places,

weathered eyes tell the story

of our closest friend

– pain –

the one true love

that is fated.


Hearing the sound of

the trolley’s bell, on Occidental

and Jackson, inspire me

to write some English 101

style prose – where you

go on describing things that

no one cares about as it just

gets in the way of the movement

of the story – because the

sound of that digital horn –

programmed to sound like

an old-fashioned ring that

we would have only heard in

movies – creates a guttural

nostalgia – that is clearly corporate

driven as there weren’t even

trolleys in Seattle when I was

growing up – and I’ll ride

that Trolly and feel like a kid

again until I remember that the

hospital is its and my

primary destination.

Alternative Indie Soul

“These are the Alternative Indie Soul artists that are making their own way through the music industry. From the folk-pop spiritual lyricism of Sreejit Poole to the Psychedelic Soul vibrations of Frank Ocean. They are showing the many avenues that musicians of color are moving in today.” – River