Josephe Buchanan

Josephe Buchanan Poems

Life for me has been a Crystal Stair.

It has perfect levels,
that can take me to a different Sun light.

Beautiful culture

Parks, brownstones, cheesecake, and BAM

Some tell of love stories where fire becomes a mother in healing

Wheels within wheels, where hell becomes a myth, and heaven becomes the

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He was scared to take her and her moans sounded like a Stentorian choir! He was scared and afraid of what he needed to do to calm her heated ocean. Her central Sun supplied the young with courage after breaking his virginity and him not knowing that his own inner sun was glowing! He became alive filled with hubris for he was able to find his and her Kundalini!

If I left it up to myself I will be only a man
'Reach up for the strap hanger' Grand dad said
Marvelous how energy is distributed
My eyes are glowing

Living within my minds computer, my soul’s universe and my heart's planet allows me to tap into never ending kingdoms where adventures lurk within the murky waters of my dreams. Dual existences within and without me for when I close my eyes I become my multidimensional self. I opened my eyes and I became a dream within my soul’s sleep and that dream is played out on our Planet called Earth. Not science nor magic this reality is all to real. For if the Earth is my Brother and the Moon is my Sister, my Mother that feeds me must be the Sun. Since my Father is God who art in Heaven I am a son of that masterpiece and one with it all.
So many pictures I see. Faces forgotten, memories lost and places to be.

My dreams are so precious my third eye has opened and my melatonin is becoming super conductive.

So many songs have been written about my love.
The beautiful color of my true love's hair. The hair of a powerful beauty.
Black as a wormhole or as simple as a crayon.
Made of ions, electrons and protons, my love must have created all things

Sitting down in the park
Where men’s secrets are well hidden within the oak of brown trees
She told me I was different
Where long walks can never excuse the gash on God’s face


The activation of activations
The opening of time

The hour and second of divine gates and chimes

They say not to cry

I say let go like monsoons,

'The child and Beauty
Salute to the class of 1920-65'

Almonds and mints accented the smell of good food and light cigarettes.

Their Last Names Are EL

To the Chief Commander and Defender of the Most Highs' Army

Bodies and gun shells

Evidence of Aliens

Endless procreation, of mountain ranges, over hills and oceans.

A baby is born into deeper emotions, where oceans and seas, meet peaks,
of settling ice ages.

Not a clown from of circus of tricks, this luciferian was pure serpent.
He colored his face with deception paint that ran blood when it rained love.
We are primordial costumes that hide a sacred veil of solar intelligence.
Most who hide behind a false self of misplaced social construction, were their lonely smiles that covered up the snare of grim faces. Alone on a rock called “Ages”, with only one way out

Hey love. Hey cutie. My freshman scoop. Devilish smile, Egyptian eyes,
and Polo boots.

Perfect creases in your Guess jeans, and your butter soft Cherlin coat.

Josephe Buchanan Biography

Josephe Buchanan is an artist with many talents. The Brooklyn, New York native writes short stories and poetry. He was published in the anthology entitled 'The Silence of Yesterday' by The National Library of Poetry in the National Library of Poetry. Josephe Buchanan is currently working on a book that will be published by Author House Publishing. It will be Josephe's debut book, of poems, short stories and essays. Josephe writes spiritual poetry, non fiction and fiction stories. For more information on this young artist and writer you can email him at Also visit his website

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Life For Me Is A Crystal Stair (A Tribute To Langston Hughes's And His Poem 'Mother To Son)

Life for me has been a Crystal Stair.

It has perfect levels,
that can take me to a different Sun light.
A light from the inner Son of the Father.
Stairs that can show you an image of the Divine. Stairs of hope. Stairs
that renovates the broken stairs of our past.

No tacks, splinters, or torn up boards. The stairs of old were no
Crystal Stair. No balance. No chance to elevate toward the great escape
of being scattered. My Crystal Stair takes all footsteps to love, and
all humans to the source. I will tell you that life for me is a Crystal
Stair, that takes me upon myriads and myriads of Ang ELs. Stairs of
opportunity, and stairs of truth. Home is on top of the Rock of Ages.
Where pages of life is read by sages. I can't stop now, I must keep on
climbing. The stairway to Heaven.

My Crystal Stairs.

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