O’ Africa (The Lion Roars) - Cannonsfire and Tomisb, Collaboration

You know brother calls to brother and blood is answered by blood.
When the moon grows white and fills the sky so all the shadows are pale,
you can feel the forever that pours into the land. How it captures
the rhythmn of the universe.The animals call out the song of a world
come home on the black seas of the night that is vibrant and strong
ready to contest the bright beats of a roaring sun. The lion roars.

The jackels run. In the tent by the fire you curl closer to my heat.
The savannah beats with the pulse of my heart and stellar winds
come across your skin singing the songs of stars. The lion roars.

You feel your blood pulse with a new aliveness. You feel
the strength of the lion beat like a drum in your skin. The fire
is you. The sound of a river races across my heart. I know you
are full of the raw birth of the heart of man that springs
out of the soil called Africa.

You are a goddess in a long boat carried on the back of crocodiles
as you ride the Nile. You are
the nomad mother carrying her child gathering the vegetation
needed to keep her family alive. You are
the bare feet creating a dance on the good earth singing songs
for a full harvest. You are
the woman in my arms curled close for the night. The lion roars.

The children, not of my belly cry in whimpering. Cubs are dragged
unwillingly from my sight. I am filled by you O Africa; your wet lips
kiss my cheek, the thrum of gentle rain against my heart. I want to share
it with your hands, plunge them deep inside me. All the splendor of gazelle
upon the beating earth. They flee as lion roars.

I am the bend of your will; curvature of your spine. A song sung in chant,
calling me back. Grasp me in your womb and the palm of your hand. Sail me
against the Limpopo’s muddied shores. Make love to me in the richness of
the beauty but tend to me within your poverty and I will still see you smile.
I will still hear you call. The lion roars.

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(God I have done so much and so little) I am a father. My son is thirteen. I have hitch hiked all over the United States, been a carpenter, a Seven/Eleven Manager, worked with run aways at a Crisis Intervention Center and a whole lot of other jobs. My life is full of adventures. Now that I am a father I try to be a little more staid. I love to read my poetry to audiences when ever I can. I am pretty much your run of the mill spiritual mystical madman. Laughter and joy are powerful medicines.

Have fun using my poem. I am much complimented. Be great.
Tom B.

The Alchemist Creates…

I am the wind.
Dancing with the ocean’s
brawny arms, strolling
along the moonlight’s silver
path from the horizon divide
‘cross the sea’s calling sighs
I come casting frothy pearls
along the crests of promise.
I slip my salty breath through
your tresses, toss a lock or two
then, with the last tendril
falling back  across your face
I leave a kiss glistening
behind your ear.

I am the water.
Raised from the cusp
the world traces against the sky,
I am tossed in clouds,
stirred by the wind, forming
droplet by droplet around dust.
I come as rain. Run my fingers
in splashes over bare flesh;
soak clothes until they cling,
tight, like shadows across your light.
I course in streams, flowing fast,
bred in the melt of mountain tops.
I dance on rocks, ricochet against banks,
till I hold you afloat while you
swim in the pulse of my heart.

I am light.
The first ray
glitters on your cheek.
Gilded fingers memorize
every cell as you yawn, stretch,
watch the predawn pink
turn clouds into flowers awakening.
I arouse the blossoms in the bud
so you can be buried in the garden’s
aromas. Open the world to your
eyes so they can gaze upon
the gifts that life shares, thanks
spread from heart to heart. I
splinter the darkness,
chase away the fears
hiding inside 
sleepy dreams.

I sense every foot print
you lay upon the earth.
I am filled with blessings
as you walk across me.
I stir every element till
they combust within
your spirit, bring fire
to sparkle in your eyes.

The breath you take
pulls me into you.
You are full of me.
I am rich,
savor the flavors
the textures
your composition.

‘til flesh meets flesh,
when we close
the human gap,
the world insists
we be kept
touching.

Till the fires
love burns
across our hearts
has been answered,
time will continue
crumbling at the gate
where we
are met.

6:00 PM
12/13/07
Alexandria, VA

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