Summer Time, And the Living Ain't Easy...

It seems like everyone in the Mint is scrambling and searching for summer plans. A place to stay, a place to travel and...something to eat! IDK, the fact of the matter is that the summer used to be a time of rest/relaxation and no school work. But for us the werk is neva ova. (Sorry for the phun spelling but I could not help myself) As of now we are all dispersed across New Amerykah From Florida>>>Maryland>>>DC>>>>Pennslyvania>>>New York to Boston. But our connection to the universe is strong and unbreakable. Bonds are tight and not meant to be broken. Only through the strenght of our numbers will the movement remain strong. Love Revoultions will concur all. That leads me to my POETICS of the DAY.As I sit at this desk and remain vexed by the presence of the man I ponder on these words...



You are the gold in my sun

the silver in my moon

so why can't I be everything to you...



I knew I loved you too much when
I began to pray for you more than I prayed for myself.
And in the absence of knowing what my 3rd eye longed for,
I prayed for you.



You never even believed in God,
And I prayed for you.


For every time you were told you couldn’t do it.
And every time you believed it.
Cause not only does time make dreams deferred,
so does man.
And we all know what happens to a dream deferred.
And I needed for you to live.

So I could paint love poem portraits on sheets and
let wimpering bed pillows weep. Weep
bodies of water dead like the sea in Israel.
Stinging finger nail scratches on your back
that I left trying to latch on to…You
didn’t even notice.



In your silent slumber I tried to
Enter your dreams.
Hoping my daymares would
be your nightmares so
you too could know
what it felt like.

I need you to know what it feels like. This
young fresh love that was fostered in
a place where no roses grow from concrete.
And no daddy’s tucked her in at night, where
would she end at night when
the silence of your slumber keeps
me awake like the
Pitter patter of rain drops on the
Tin roof of my mind, Im
pressing rewind,
remembering the time,when I prayed for myself. And you offer no help.



Your silent slumber stalks me like
The shadows on my wall. And no
I may not know it all. But
I do know that love is a two way street, and
I’ve been walking it with two bare feet…alone.

Laying next to you I’m alone.
My biggest fear used to being alone.
But I cant sleep next to fear anymore because
Fear is the cousin of death.

And I been died 4 times, 3 times removed
from the Father, Son and Holy ghost…you are a ghost.
And I can feel you heavy like freedoms burden,
laying next to me, your
burdens laying next to me, your
a burden laying next to me.
And I prayed for you.

-Georgia Brown: A Southern Honey Bee