And the ethos of improvisation — "...Young and old as a whole Those who know jazz is prose And how it goes and is going to be Me, us, we, free..." — The Last Poets, "Jazzoetry" They Said jazz — Like Stardust — Had more than Enough Magic to meld Every soul. Jazz — basically crownless…

In progress — In the sun when the shadows run For cover and clouds become One with the horizon, I’m Reminded that it is us Who are compliment blessings Left after the storm, this side Of love reborn, transcending The place that once held us. It would be bliss if all I Had to do…

In pursuit of the thirteenth note and the twenty-seventh man — Down The road Of Many Signs, freedom Is a Dialect Of destiny Of spirits Known and unknown Meeting the beating Drums of our past — Opening the gate To another new day Of life in the folds — Dancing with ancestors Conversing with the elders As we brave the spectrum Of an ever-changing staff In pursuit of the thirteenth note And the twenty-seventh man Who signifies the…

Music of My Mind — Time Out Of mind Entwines all The poems in my bones In a montage, like nomads of Nomenclature marauding midnight silence with beats As blueprints in pursuit of the quintessence Caught in the foreshadows of the imminent presence In between Extremes Of Kaleidoscopic distortion — Where the hawk flies high As…

After Wordsworth and Dali and Linton Kwesi Johnson — When the golden rays of sun ballet upon the stained glass sky — empty — blue in all directions, with nothing of Wordsworth to see, not a vapor trail nor dark cloud of uncertainty — it is the sunshine that breathes over the stillness within, keeping me alive until the end…

For Pharoah Sanders, Chick Corea & John McLaughlin — Just as we live We die & heart’s a melody In this score of life Shooting up The veins of time With sapphire bullets of love & hope Astral traveling To the hymn of the 7th Echelon…& beyond — To where Death is a waterfall Of downbeats Baptized In the rhythm…