b fran...

"and the Lord said unto cain, where is abel thy brother? and he said, i know not: am i my brother's keeper?" Genesis 4:9 and though our circumstances may not be as dire as that of cain and abel…at some point in our lives we will all be asked, by someone or ourselves, am i my brother’s keeper? and just like cain we have a choice to live an answer that says no or to live a life that says yes. for me my choice was obvious… cause i am my brother’s keeper…

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my life has been a daily reflection of the scriptures of manhood chiseled in my soul by my father’s hands and my mother’s love…poetic but true. see i’ve been blessed with example after example of selfless giving and responsibility to others (friend and stranger alike). and it is this legacy that has inspired this collection of poems that pays homage to the hoods- motherhood, womanhood, manhood, and brotherhood. and hopefully somewhere in my words you will discover what i have come to know- that the one thing that can change the world one person at a time- is respect- for women, for each other and for self. i believe this and i live this…cause i am my brother’s keeper…

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Another New Piece- I Sing U

remember when i was your music…that steady beat…in perfect synch with your heart
your friday night hip hop, your saturday evening old school and your sunday morning praise…see i worshipped you…cause we were always on each others lips

remember when every love song was our song…when dj’s would spin glimpses of you, i and forever….we were like harmony…for each other…i brought the base…and you were my lead… cause i would follow you anywhere…even here

remember the first song we ever wrote…that late night collaboration…unrehearsed…uninhibited…just pure inspiration…reincarnating the birth of jazz…baby

i do…. remember the sound of your touch singing hope into my life…
i remember you headlining sold out concerts for one and encores going late into the night…
i remember our music…humming it like memories…and now…i sing you…at stop lights, and in showers…and
i swear i hear you in bend of sandbloom’s wrist, in wedding songs, and gangsta rap samplings of luther, stevie…
And i wonder
do you remember…when my heartstrings were custom fit to your touch…when i was the only song in your rotation…how i wish you would press rewind…so i could hear us once again…please…i’m listening…for us

6 Comments:

Blogger my coffee is always said...

Very very nice....
good poem. i can feel it.

1:31 PM  
Blogger Raging Bull said...

Nice baby bro!! Glad to see you posting again.

1:48 PM  
Blogger Shelle said...

love it b...oh my he blogs again...i feel you on this one.
best line? how about alllll of it!
enjoy your journey big brotha.

5:28 AM  
Blogger S. Jackson said...

Posting again...GREAT! Nice poem. You know I think you are the best.

7:08 AM  
Blogger Copasetic Soul said...

welcome back to the blog world brah...

damn good offering!

5:05 PM  
Blogger bRandy said...

welcome back brian. i love this...kim and shelle already said it, but i concur--i can feel this--down to my core.
very nice...

1:00 PM  

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