My Spirit Sings Out

Emotions brew like a volcano boiling over until nothing can restrain it.
Contain it within the depths it crept from
a place in heat, simmering fire amongst hot coals
lost in life, found out of confusion
a heart that seeps, oozes like molasses; sap from the core
Slowing releasing the highest spirit, diligently uplifting the Almighty
a powerful force to be reckoned with, a rock foundation; solid, concrete
My soul dances along the street pirouetting through chaos
Unparalleled strength colliding against life’s exposures
Breaking barriers every turn
Stone for stone; leaping free

Fingertips elegantly flow, hands reaching to the nebulas; Thy kingdom
Thy come; I leap, a vessel wrapped in flesh
Surrounded by the most superficial damp of the night temptation; heated
Temperament of love suffering lessons from a fleshed society
where love means lustfully longing for a healthy relationship because
Parental observation wreaks stigmas that nobody took the time to brief us
To teach us; the young generations, about
Signing papers and packing bags, separations that are never final
Kids that don’t always have a mother and father to go to
Discovery of unknown families, stepbrothers, stepsisters, stepmothers, stepfathers
The other woman, the other man, divorce, infidelity
Beauty still grows within sorrow, but
Most think monogamy is a tree these days
Black love shows no endurance in the race of matrimony
Maybe Maxwell sings

A familiar blues of deep rooted ritual escapes my voice box
Bellowing my blues, dancing for the spirit
Hear my call; A chorused background of gospel
At a standstill asking forever forgiveness for accidently on purpose sins
Generations call it a grace period
I call it a period walking a disheveled path with bad reception
Missing calls from the Man above that were once heard from a clear conscious
I hope you can hear me when I say in His image we are Him
Filtering the sands for nourishment
Nubian kings and queens birthed from Mother Nature’s womb
Take in the energy around you
Watch with caution the dim figures in the shadows
Lord, wrap me in your light I wanna breath you word
Open my lungs and rejoice, my spirit sings to the masses
“Praise is what I doooo, when I wanna be close to youuuu, I lift my hands and praaaay”

Our ancestors worked bare foot. Killed for wearing dress shoes
Shoes the white man said a black man didn’t deserve
Lynched; Life feared for everyday
Wanting to be better than what they were
Hundreds years later we’re killed for wearing overpriced shoes that make
Hard earned money become useless rubber and a name brand
That makes us look no different
Killed; Not by the other man, by our own
Modern day shackles, blinded by the luxury of having
Come up for air, my people, above the ruckus
Bowed on bended knees and open hands I sing hope for the masses
Praise to the Sun that our generational curses may be broken
That we may find our way back
To who we are meant to be

Love the boldness in your work and the message.

Come up for air, my people, above the ruckus
Bowed on bended knees and open hands I sing hope for the masses
Praise to the Sun that our generational curses may be broken
That we may find our way back
To who we are meant to be

i was enthralled with this from beginning to end, very powerful...yes "bold." nothing less will substitute where "bold" is required...very nice.

Hey Jocelyn, looks like you’re new to this forum. Enjoyed reading your pieces.

It's been almost two months since I've been back on the site. I missed you great people. I will be more active, Thank you for the comments regardless of how long ago you posted.

That's awesome! I look forward to reading more of your work.

I would love to hear this read outloud.
I don't know you nor do i know what you sound like or look like but i definitely heard a voice in this!

Yea I'm trying to find more spoken word things in my town so I can upload to the spoken word forum eventually. Thanks so much for the kind words and motivation!!