I often found myself on a lonely highway, Soul picked me up and helped me balance a two way street.<\/p>\n
I had to learn that Soul for me was not a pink Cadillac or any other type of coon cage.<\/p>\n
Instead Soul was the sonic wave voyaging the black Atlantic that continuously blasted my consciousness throughout the years.<\/p>\n
In the early years of my life, I heard the melodies of my people in the foreground and background.<\/p>\n
Day after day, James Brown shocked my system by getting me on up out of the bed and on to the good foot.<\/p>\n
There were surreal times when my soul soaked super mornings resembled the face of an alarm clock that in each minute rings for sixty seconds.<\/p>\n
Soulful late nights repeated by homework illuminated moon lit thoughts such as Chocolate doctor that doctored the document.<\/p>\n
Happy feelings were distant even if I am close to Maze.<\/p>\n
Equations had got me going in circles, trying to figure out the radius of Soul.<\/p>\n
Realizing the distance to any goal was a circle of struggle where times were good and bad.<\/p>\n
Trying to stay together brought no pleasure facing inevitable pressure.<\/p>\n
Perpetuating my perseverance by balancing the act in stormy weather.<\/p>\n
In the rain I found myself often trying to find something that is meaningful on the inside.<\/p>\n
The rain combined with strain caused pain in my eyes causing darkness to overflow.<\/p>\n
Blind now with no alliances I had to figure out my self reliance.<\/p>\n
Still I had trust in Soul, because it was always a guide, even when hope would subside, even if it was pulled away by the rising tide.<\/p>\n
I was not sure if my faith would endure because distractions were going on everywhere.<\/p>\n
Continuing to take footsteps in the dark being led by Soul that sparked the light in me.<\/p>\n
Emerging from the caverns coated with crystals of nihilism I found sublime sunshine.<\/p>\n
With new light I now had meaning which I could define.<\/p>\n
Soul had brought me into the divine where from then on I was always on cloud nine.<\/p>\n
From there my ears were like flowers where the song of the bee would pollinate anytime.<\/p>\n
Oftentimes I had been stung by the song ending for a fleeting moment.<\/p>\n
Like the tail of a comet that would become the new beginning for more pollination from one flower to the next song.<\/p>\n
Even busy bees and playlists come to an eventual end that will be repeated.<\/p>\n
Not defeated or conceded, rather energized, this high is temporary.<\/p>\n
It seemingly lasts forever until I realize I am not in the garden, but in a concrete world of rhythmless commodities that contain no nectar.<\/p>\n
Soul is always around as my protector.<\/p>\n
Soul for me was my vector guiding me from my origin with direction and magnitude to destiny.<\/p>\n
Soul acted like white blood cells taking out negativity in an experiment of immunochemistry.<\/p>\n
My chemistry resides in muddy waters concealed somewhere between a double helix of The Stylistics and the double consciousness of The Delfonics and Isley Brothers.<\/p>\n
The music of these groups are always on loop in my mind and adjacent to my spirit with Garveys ghost.<\/p>\n
Soul sirens guide my life because their chorus compliments my spiritual compass. This kind of Soul has helped me navigate toward the rhizomes of Soul.<\/p>\n
Baltimore Beat is running poems from participants in the group Writers in Baltimore Schools, which offers programming that builds skills in literacy and communication while creating a community of support for young writers.<\/p>\n
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