Twilight Affair

•November 11, 2009 • Leave a Comment

How strange;

To see you there,

In that reality between day and start of night;

Retaining the radiant energy so lavishly given you by the sun.

 

Yes you do,

Linger  there, between end of day and  start of night

YIN and YANG of sorts;

Who could figure?

How we could dare to hold the beginning

and the end of day between us.

 

You hold the mantle of day alone

Then reluctantly, you allow it to fall to me

But not before with teasing smile …

you sprinkle the sky with light to abate my fear of night.

 

You are  my “Star Shine”,

the light of day escaping the cloak of night.

Yea, a mask in deed,

and Oh how I look foreword to your Shining.

 

 

A Prelude to a Star Shining

by Sammie L. Carter

Copyright Thursday 8/07/03 6:03 p.m.

WE ARE!

•November 10, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I am a Black Man.

I was born of a dirt-brown woman;

I cry tears of blood,

My veins run wet with sweat.

I am a Black Man-

I was raised in the shows of despair

Nurtured by the sting of the scourge

Though my muscles ache by day

And my phallus throbs by night,

My mind continues to reel and rock

As my freedom I try to plot

I am a Black Man-

I cut my teeth on lead-based paint

And skinned my knee on racial hate,

I am a Black Man;

Torn from my native soil

Used like pools of unnatural oil

Refined, confined, derided by men.

I am a Black Man

And I feel so all alone!

I was a slave-

An infinite entity in durance vile,

In search of freedom I thought I had found.

I’ve looked around to find few of my

Fellow conned victims present, why?

The way out was not so hard to find—

And to my dismay, my Black Woman is not here.

So she to,  is unable to break the chains

That bind her!

Indeed, I feel so all alone;

Now that I’m free, how free, am I

When she is not.

I am a Black Man.

Though I have overcome my fate

Where oh Mother of Africa is my Amazonian mate?

Strong and serene to fight by my side;

Both refusing to die.

We must overcome our hate by perpetuating its fate.

We complete each other.

So come Black Woman

Let us lead the way

We are the essence of the whole Black Race

Destined to be, are we-

Though my muscles bulge an my spirit soars,

I am incomplete without my Black Mate

For that I am not, she is

The tender creature I’ve forgotten how to be

And in my war torn mind

She is my comforting peace.

Though we grow weary of the test

We strive on for the battle rages on.

Oh! Brown skinned beauty

Reminder of my native pride

Of which to will they try to deny…

But it shall never die

For I am a Black Man; With my Black Woman

WE ARE THE BLACK MAN

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 8\15\77

What is the Answer?

•November 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I sit here on the brink of Nihilism,

Peering out over this quiescent sea of Democratic supremacy.

I am baffled by two age old questions.

What is Freedom and

What is Time?

Sitting here at the edge of yesterdays regrets

Pondering over tomorrow dreams;

I am interrupted by a small, quiet voice that nullifies my mind with a set of Cognitive questions.

What is freedom and what is time?

Shackled encaged in this cell of flesh.

Strained so grotesquely, his mind through the gray iron mesh gate:

A Three and a half to ten year test;

With Freedom as my quest.

Freedom…? What is Freedom?

A small once overlooked voice resounds

Throughout the empty voids of my institutionalized mind,

What is Time?

As I watch the day stained dark,

And many a mankind their working machine park,

Never really realizing, upon a twilight journey we all must embark.

As one man waits another man watches for an appointed time to leave this their love for money

On that proverbial dime.

As I passed through the last gate

I heard a lonely voice off in the corner stall,

Asking his weary soul a question.

What is Freedom and he received as a reply,

What is Time?

VICARIOUS IMPRISONMENT

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright  2/2/78

We children of the night

•November 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Naked trees,

Blackness of night.

Ghostly appearances,

Midnight Flight;

Invisible child of the night

Bird less skies,

Stillness of night,

Chilling cold,

Midwinter’s plight;

Cold child of the night

Icy sidewalk,

Steel-gray lamp post,

Cold light,

Swallowed up by the night.

Lost child of the night

Shadow less persons,

Strung-up and all about

Hideous unhidden faces

Overpowering frowns

Frighten child at the night

Crowded emptiness

Amidst the

Three A.M. gold rush

We children of the night

MISFITS

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 2Feb. 1971

Summer Nights Dream

•October 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Sun hot against my face;

Moon gives off its own kind of heat:

Breezes leave more often than they come-

Non Semper Eril Restas.


The fan blows my sweat into rolls

While mama in the kitchen

Baking bread on the table.

Outside the sky is black

Hell’s kitchen windows are closed-

Non Semper Eril Restas.


Showers are taken in the street

A little more cold water, hold the heat.

Highways are buckling beneath my feet

Black stuff from volcanoes

Take the place of streets.

Rain evaporates before hitting the ground

Unattended Baby in a bathtub

Drown!

While unwed mother in the next room

Fucking a clown-

Non Semper Eril Restas.

Unclothed ugliness on the rooftop Sheds gown;

Forcing even the sun to finally fall down.

Wayward unyielding children

Chill-n in the all-night playground

Watch in prophetic horror their precursor

In a red sea drown-

Non Semper Eril Restas.


Grass growing green

Flowers blooming bright

Trees grow so tall

Birds soar

To miraculous heights

Stars seem their brightest

Love seems to last forever

While time virtually stands still

Happiness should never have cause to end

Yet it does . . .

Non Semper Eril Restas

(Summer Won’t Last Forever)

by

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright Aug 17, 1978

AUTUMN

•October 9, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Summer draws to a close

As the mist gray skies hide the sun from my eyes

And the chilly Autumn breeze urges Summer to leave

I can’t help feeling as if a part of me is aging like the leaves.

“Autumn”

A time for lovers

To stroll down leaf-covered pathways

And nestle snuggly in each other’s arms.

Indeed,

Autumn is a time for lovers;

“Autumn”

This time of year brings with it memories

Long thought dead;

When my heart was aglow

And the lave were blown

Out two became one.

Years have birthed,

Grown old then died;

Yet every twelve months this feeling thrives inside

A Phantom . . .

An Haint

Intruder of sorts.

Welcomed aberration

Reminds me of my hurt;

As the skies grow constantly gray

And my aspirations have cause to sway

Still I thank the Lord for this

Autumn day;

For just as the night makes way for day,

Fate has ordained it

Autumn must pass away;

And so shall pass dead memories

Of unforgotten dreams,

That push their way to reality

When the lights of my mind grow dim.

“Autumn”,

Is the time for Lovers.

Autumn is the tree,

And we like the tree

Must battle winter winds;

And dream of youthful green

Born in the spring.

And just like the tree

Once a year we say –

Fly away pain

Blow away hurt

As we trample past memories

Mangled in life’s dirt.

And again I say,

“Autumn”

Is a time for lovers

to dream,

But still I feel a part of me

is blowing in the wind.

NOSTALGIA

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 10/14/77

TRANQUILITY

•October 7, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Volume: D Pg3

“Look at her,

A smile that smites the voids of darkness

That plague my soul so still.

A touch so real though we never meet-

My loneliness she steals.

Her eyes are the stars of heaven,

Brought down to earth to be for me

A light unto my path and a lamp until my feet.

Her voice doth soothe that savage beast

That transforms my inner peach to turmoil.”

In a dream-

Your lips I dare to kiss

But not before your image faded

In an aromatic mist.

As I sail upon this quiescent sea

I bathe in your shallow depths,

Avoiding the tranquil deep:

Knowing well that we are passing to appointments

We both must keep.

And on I must ride upon the winds and the waves of time;

No matter what errors in judgement

Nor what rapids I’m befallen,

I shall never forget those flickering moments

As I passed through you—

My sparkling sea of tranquility.

In our brief but lingering passing,

Let us glory in our union,

Not of physical form

But of spiritual bond;

Lamenting not –

Love never realized,

Never mourned.

I shall never forget that glimpse,

That intimate though infinite gaze;

When the Goddess of Light

Allowed her last lingering rays to shine

Upon your enchanted face;

And my mind said to my heart

As it received your grace . . .

“Look at her,

A smile that smites the voids of darkness

That plague my soul so still;

A touch so real –

Though we never meet,

My loneliness she steals.
Her eyes are the stars of heaven

Brought down to earth to be for me,

A light unto my path and a lamp unto my feet.

Her voice doth soothe that savage beast that transforms

My inner peace to turmoil.”

YON SPARKLING SEA OF TRANQUILITY

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 2/15/197

IT’S OVER

•October 7, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Volume: D-4

As I dare to dive into yon sparkling sea,

I was drawn to purge my heart in its tranquility;

And struggled so hard I did, to avoid its tranquil deep.

Still I’m dazzled and dazed,

Mesmerized and nearly paralyzed by this, your barest essence;

The birth of your love,

In which I wish so to bathe.

Each spark of  your love compounded and refined

As it was vollied back and forth between your will and mine.

Until it exploded into thousands of thousands ofs.

And as I strained to dare, dare to turn and run

I was overtaken by the surg of this beguilingly calm

Sea of Tranquility.

Then found I myself rooted to the beach of your love.

Overtaken I was,

By a mighty wave of I must-

Dare I?  Must not!

I found a reluctant strength,

In knowing –

A knowing that it more powerful than hoping;

And by knowing, I was pulled from rest in thy breast;

From the shore of yon sea.

Through the portals of your soul

For we both know

Even so reluctantly,

That this like my hopes

Are dreams of fantasy over powered by this reality.

For that we know should be

We wish could be

But we also know what is

Therefore, what isn’t can’t be;

Or can it.

Pondering o’er such a question finds a song

Wrote long ago flowing through my mind

But not my heart:

“It’s over, before it starts, it’s over.”

To warm my bed and rest my head,

Shall never be; to hold my hand and understand

Such pain I see – in knowing,

That before it starts,

It’s over.

Reluctantly-

IT’S OVER

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 4/15/1977

So What is the Problem?

•September 14, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Hypocritical Republicans and don’t feel slighted Lazy Democrats

Yes, the election of the very first African-American President was historic.

Do you remember the days when we were taught that this country is the melting pot of world cultures? What is it, to be an American then?
Can Identity be defined without considering Culture?
Of all the people that have come to this country, they tend to be culturally polarized. They then visit the prevailing culture but return to their native culture before midnight or so it seems. There are two exceptions to this postulation:

The Native American, they were told that they were defeated but could continue to be the Indian Nations on their RESERVATIONS only or adopt the American way; then there is the African Slave and those that resemble them. They were systematically striped of their native cultures and languages but were not immediately accepted as human let alone an American. Therefore, I am not surprised that the News Media has made it clear that Our President had a White Parent. Did that sanitize the African portion or per our constitution, 50% is better than .25%. Tiger Woods made it clear that he is not African American but Philippine American. Does this make him less an American or less of African decent?

So, what is the problem? Is it Cultural, Racial or is it a matter of Anthropological Maturation?  Keeping in mind that all human beings are genetically 98% the same, but we hold fast to that which makes us different. It would appear that we die daily for the right of only a few to experience these rights. “What rights”, you ask. Well, I read this some where:

“…We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. –That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security…”

I grant that this excerpt is of the Declaration of Independence of the Thirteen United States of America, from Britain but at any time did we reason that it is not an excerpt of the Declaration of these 51 United States as well? Our flag denotes the original 13 Colonies by strips and 51 States by Stars. So I take it that the Declaration of Independence was speaking of the beliefs of those that inhabit these United States of America.

D-28

I

What’s with this Human Race

How they can hate themselves so;

Standing side by side

Depending on each other;

Striving as one to kill another

When we get Home,

We won’t associate with each other;

One is black the other another Color.
Thanks for the helping hand,

and helping me stay alive;

But I just can’t deal with your brotherly lies.

We are brothers

Well,

What color is your blood?

Mine is red.

Why must we wage this war against each other?

Neither can do a thing about our color.

SENSELESS   WAR

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 56\1972

D-29

II

What is it all for?

What purpose is served?

I care,

But they have been conditioned to live without

They are so used to living cold, calculating,

ISO-Alienated Lives;

Until a Community is a foreign word,

With a Lost Meaning,

I search for a place….

Where people Live as a part of the Human Race.

A place Where the word “People”

Signifies all Human Beings,

And not individuals worlds co-existing on the same

Quasi-dimensional plan.

In this place, I find Humanoids afraid to love—

For fear of pain;

Fleeing life for fear of dying.

Yet, I will love these people.

Deep down in my heart, I seek a way to tell them;

I’m Human!

And So are you;

We’re Brothers!

SENSELESS WAR:   PART TWO

BY

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 8\12\1974

I must agree with Thomas Jefferson “…all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.”  This simply means that we change when we can’t get around not changing.   With this in mind, it pains me to see that the record is so clear; that since this nation’s birth men and women of every hue, color, race, culture and language, have stood side by side on every continent including this one and have shed red blood in the name of these principles we claim to believe in; these truths which are self-evident. Yet, within the boarders of these United States and her Territories, the privileged few hoard to themselves the first fruit of our collective labor and cast so much of that which remains at the feet of the political swine around the world while denying a rightful share of this bounty to those that bleed and die to protect it, created it, grow it, manufacture it and have earned a right to share it.  If we are unwilling to shower upon the American Citizen the fruit of their labor, how can we demand of other countries to see these principles as Unalienable Rights?

The Republicans did draft and fight to pass the Bill of Rights but they have proved to be the hypocrites for these rights seem not to apply to all Americans or do they?

It is believed that less government is the best government; so without regulation (which is the purpose of government), the money managers of our county broke our economy.  Then the owned politicians made only the cuprites whole with freshly printed new money, while the average citizen has been left to pay over inflated unsecured debuts; those that are still employed, that is. For eight long years, the Republican Party held the reigns to our nation’s stability and in the name of someone to blame, they led us into three new undeclared wars based on true lies and have steered our financial stability into a ditch of a depression. In spite of these atrocities we have bit the proverbial bullet and adjusted our gait as we continued the struggle. Not one of our legislators called our office of the Presidency a lie then. Even though we may have thought it. We the people then chose a new driver to sit in the seat of leadership because he promised to lead us out of the ditch of despair and will find a path that will lead us back to prosperity and stability. Then a Republican Representative dared to call our office of the Presidency a LIAR!        I dare you!  When we elected that man, he ceased to be a mere Man; he became the embodiment of the office that he holds. We the governed designed it so. I am an American and I am seriously offended and feel you do not deserve to represent any of us but I am begrudged so much more because I know that you do!

It is written, “If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand.” (Mark 3:25)

So I ask you Rep. Joe Wilson and those like you, what is the problem? Is it Cultural, Racial or is it a matter of Anthropological Maturation?

Docudharma:: We Hold These Truths To Be Self-Evident

•September 13, 2009 • Leave a Comment