I Still Have A Dream!

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Snowflakes’ Memories in Connecticut

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A coward emerged from a haunted soul

Despair won over this human soul.

The devil focused whispers of a tip toeing terrorist

Snuffed out the candles of the Many …our all…the American babies and their guardians.

 Condemned the majesty  of the stories, yet to be manifested.

Selfish and damaged ego man, with trashy intents collided to rip the smiles of the Godly United.

My heart breaks at unawares for the snow flakes and innocent stares that’ll never be seen.

Holiday blitz and hand holding moments in front of the once lighted tree now frozen in  what could have been.

Snow flakes, snowflakes, O how I miss those snowflakes that once fell slowly; so, crystallized for automatic memory capture.

 How can I go on around the chorus of the memory, as the chill of winds produces no snowflakes causality?

I stand in the vast field of snow laced what could have been within its center  a tiny grave staring back at me.

I walk towards the small tomb stone and kneel with my tears and bad leg…

I fall unexpectedly and hug the memory to our future. As I cry I see the snowflake of my grief

Knowing that my grief is the grandest starting point….

For new memories….new memories born in the continuing belief that mankind is better than this ego tragedy.

We can heal the empty spaces of human touch, with the innovation …the love…and the hope to go on.

I stand up frozen waist down and a glow of hope sustains and warms me.

The winds shall carry your snow flake memories long beyond my life time.

And always know that your songs my fellow souls will ring steady each and every day that I draw breath.

 

 

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‘When God Finally Came to Me!’

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The Sun wrote my shine!

Its soul permeates through to

the cells of my TEMPLE ME.

Then I raised my arms up

to you, Father God!

For my faith’s  knowing announced, ‘You’re Here!’

Excited was I

Of another grand SURPRISE;

That releasing miracle smile of another Sunrise.

To wake up again in

the theater of your Wise.

For this day, still unknown

to me  is the EPICENTER of my

Moment’s unfolding Destinies.

 

 

 

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‘Holding this Six Feet Dirt Nap Down.’

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With the Eyes of a Child Do I Now See

The always bleak realities.

My mother the evening news told me.

That only death and poverty awaits me.

She told me to hide away my smiles of FREE!

Told me that my dark skin was very ugly.

I cried many tears of journeyed sads.

Father streets told me daily to sell that dope or its going be my ASS!

What was I to do?

How do I respond to these everyday truths?

There are no people on television like me.

Maybe, one or two Brothas and Sistas in an all white show.

This racist reality is what I live every day though.

Maybe, if I get locked up again,

With Jim and Jazz.

I’ll be starring in an African American ensemble cast.

If you want to find basically 12 percent of African American Men.

Then commit a crime.

That will get you incarcerated…

ALL THE TIME!

Robbed Ms.Tillman a few moments ago.

That old lady basically raised me though.

Used to be my babysitter though.

I felt no pain about robbing her ass though.

She broke her hip trying to hold on to her purse though.

I kicked her in her leg though.

I needed that $50.00 more than she did you know.

She will probably be okay though.

All my friends in these streets do the same thing though.

I got to buy that weed and fuck these hoes!

Never had a real father or mother though.

Religious folks always tell me I am a bad seed and have no value though.

Ms. Church told me that I don’t even have a real SOUL!

These uppity people make me feel low though!

Judging me up and down like they God though!

I don’t believe in God no more.

That nigga took away my heart…

I mean my granny though.

No one gives a fuck about me though.

Prison life or death row.

Seems to be my fate though.

I don’t care about me no more yo!

Remember, they said I have no Soul.

About to go out there and stick up, Ms. Church?

And take her out though.

Funny bitch laughing at me every day though.

Gonna take your life right now!

Pulling out my knife right now.

Stabbing her right through the heart right now!

Just killed that bitch right now!

Feeling real good right now!

‘What the fuck just hit me from behind?’

Fucking cops just shot me down.

As they shot me through the heart!

There were no more second chances for me or new starts.

Mother News told the truth about me.

That no one really wants me.

Wish I could have gotten a hug from the TV.

My poor ass just got dead.

All my breaths pouring out finally.

One more black kid dead on these streets.

Gonna get a toe tag noose on my big toe.

I was lynched by my mentality’s foes.

Can’t say I didn’t know?

Into the ground my future goes.

These streets has no soul.

The end.

The grave gives me no hope.

Dropping the soap of six feet deep no hope.

Now buried.

No more me to ever see.

Wait a minute! I can hear the evening news reporting another Brother killed lately.

It is fucked up how in death I get more recognition.

To be that next statistic.

Maybe, you’ll make it and someone will hug and fix it.

Fix the pain before you face the same foolish fate as me.

If only someone had hugged me down.

And told me that I was brilliant and profound.

Maybe, I wouldn’t be holding this six feet dirt nap down.

Oh shit! God don’t leave me NOW!

My story is over NOW!

 

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‘Amen to the Cosmic Gaze that Follows Me in My Footsteps’ Shadows.’

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Memories
live on in black and white…..
‘That’s how I remember those moments’ histories.
Shifting winds hold within
the currents of those missed
and treasured thens.
Those thens where we left our tears,
our orgasms, and teasing fears.
All of those lived breaths.
Still, with us in spirit.
The electric taste of background chatter
attends to our silhouette shadows…
Those spiritual echoes…
Whispers to us in the dwelling
spaces of healing silience.
Following behind us patiently,
as our footsteps takes its last breaths.
The quantum fuel of it’s cosmic depths.
This magical Soul of creative love
Fills my gaze with sovereign forces
of those elusive stories being birthed into being by
the unfolding cosmic mystery of these living versions of me.
Amen to the Cosmic Gaze that follows me in my footsteps’ shadows.

‘My Literary Legacy’ written by ‘The Namaste Child’ aka Claude Hill

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I didn’t write my first short stories and poetry book just for me. I wrote my book as my legacy. I wrote it as a proud African American Male, who loves deeply his beautiful and brilliant African American people. I wrote from varying diverse perspectives. I wrote my book to demonstrate the European, African American and Hispanic influences in my life such as the wisdom of Christianity, the Buddha and various honorable peoples. I wrote to show my curiosities about nature, aging, death, and love. I wrote it to remind us that each of us are one. I wrote it for fathers and mothers, sons and daughters, and the community in general. And it is my hope that in time; when race no longer divides us; that my book is acknowledged as a literary work of art created by a human being. I may not see that day arrive in my lifetime; hopefully, the generations of humanity to come will see that ‘I am a human being.’ Not a racial classification on a government form, a thug or something to hate, but another child of God just living these moments of giving dreams. This is what I say to myself everyday, when I pray into being that blessed protected ‘Psalm 23 version of me. This is who I want to be.

– Claude Hill

Here is the link to my first poetry and short stories book entitled: I AM THE NAMASTE CHILD