Stewart Watkins

Never lose that luminous light
Especially when the veil of night befalls
Always continue the good fight
Even when dreams seemingly forestall
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Low, way below the wrought, rain and sun-beaten asphalt of man
Dwell empty, hungry, crying souls in search of the master's plan

Some black and some white, some young and some old
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Memories..... so many scratching at my brain
So many to ponder just wondering why things can't be the same

But silly of me to conjure such thoughts
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Jazz extraordinaire
Big Satchel Mouth a-blowin'
Trumpet a blarin'
New Orleans Second Lining
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Up, up arduous hills
Coasting down feeling the thrills

Through the forest and back to asphalt
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I stared the ugly truth in its face
Then I boldly walked away from shame and disgrace

So many beautiful years were taken
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You are the author of this book
The words, sentences, paragraphs, and chapters
Write, and write well, so nothing is mistook
So this book, your book, can dwell hereafter
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All these years of blood, sweat, and tears;
the undying will to carry on despite all the debilitating fears

Just being there is what I've longed to see;
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Evadin' and duckin' like the plague
Spinnin' and shootin' like an Olajuwon fade

My shot! I am shootin'
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Hurry! Hurry!
All aboard the Cosmic Trane
Where the mind runs free and the soul feels no pain
A location for the elevation of humanness to the existential realm of salvation
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I went down by the river
just the other day
I sat on my favorite granite
as I gently caressed a kyanite
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Soulful, melodious injections....
Rendering soothing pulsations

Sweet sensations to the spine....
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Pinks Reds and Yellows
Sweet-smelling and remontant
Lovely Chinese rose
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It's all in my eyes
What you see is no disguise

My intent is so sincere
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Coltrane with Giant Steps coming downstairs after two-weeks
King going up the mountain and dreaming as he speaks
Miles said, So What... Kind of Blue
Malcolm, By Any Means Necessary, seeing it through
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She bestowed a belgard from across the diner.

It was rich and warm, like the bowl of buttery grits that steamed the hairs in my nostrils.
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I saw two eastern tiger swallowtails today.
I watched as they flickered, fluttered, and frolicked, rising and dipping.
A calm breeze gently passed my way.
In the distance, a boy mirthfully turned and flipped.
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No more
love from the soul
'cause we focus on gold
No lap time with the little ones,
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Alone!

Big Cat is trapped inside a cage.
With every passing hour, up goes its rage
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Without a bachelor's, master's, or PhD to think of,
No need, as this architect is adept, with credentials from above.

With its pristine vision, it takes twigs and all sorts of organic things,
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