Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Lose My Muse

By Howard "Sergio" Tucker




If I lost my breath: I could…inhale the brilliance of the sun;

If I lost my mind: I could…find peace in the eternal emptiness;

If I lost my love: I could…seek solace in frivolous infatuation;

If I lost my faith: I could…ask the Angels to protect my soul;

If I lost my way: I could…wander the earth in wondrous adventures;

If I lost you: I could…lose my Muse.


If I lost my breath: I could…resuscitate my heart with your longing kiss;

If I lost my mind: I could…stimulate my thoughts with your tender touch;

If I lost my love: I could…restore my passion with your warm whisper;

If I lost my faith: I could…resurrect my spirit with your fervent prayers;

If I lost my way: I could…discern my path with your heartfelt words;

If I lost you: I could…lose my Muse.



Monday, July 12, 2010

For I Believe in He

By Howard "Sergio" Tucker



Close the window.

Lock the door.

Keep me safe from "them"

Those what?


Struck by color

Ancestors say…white man knows best?

Keeps me safe from "them"

However you my nigga…

Are better than that…see this is not about you.


Oh really? Cause, I speak the accepted King's English,

My pedigree is better than most,

My upside and profile is high end,

My potential…blue chip…


Oh, I don't live in fear of my people, never have

Call it living on faith,

Borrowed time, a charmed life,

I have walked these streets,

Worked these streets,

Cried and played on these streets of my city.

I fear not,

Though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death many times…I fear no evil,

Not going to start now,

For on that day…judgment reigns from above…not from my hands nor from my heart…


Blackness and brownness of my skin,

The comfort and strength from within,

Though my words may not be accepted…I choose to live between worlds many times,

I represent my people, for good or for ill…neither in denial nor hollering with self hate.

I will not bow down to the media led forces of the division of the races among and between

I will not bow down to fear and loathing of the wrongs of my own, I am here to uplift, motivate and dream

Yes, all men are created equal …our myth…so the story goes many chapters yet to be seen.


May I say, to my Sistas mistake me not for those who have harmed you…

I am not he!

May I say, please heap not upon my head the persecutions and insecurities of those who preceded me

I am not he!

May I shout to the hills and to our Lord above to hear our call for unity!

For I am he!

That walks, works, blends and mingles from street to board room

For I am he!

That sees past the media lies and spin doctor deceits and taking each person and story as their own

For I am he!

Our souls, our nation, our people can be saved given a chance…an opportunity, to be free.

For I believe in He.


© 5/21/2010

Friday, July 9, 2010

The Band

By Howard "Sergio" Tucker





Waiting for the band to play wondering if I will hear from her

Imagining her soft lips hot against my neck

Biting and nipping at my consciousness

Sub consciously whispering such deviously, sweet, tender and wet things

Next to me yet distant at the same time


The band warms up…playing their thunderous rhythms congas and drums to stimulate our primal selves…

Young things with little between…swaying with a hint perfume and seduction just within reach

Hair pulled back sweating so slightly from the 90 degree night

Can't help seeing you in my mind…a sexy smile, brown hair silky & brushed to the side


Band is up tempo and rocking now…making the women jump and holler…men pump fists into the air

Remembering your thighs wrap around my waist…pulling and tugging at lost insecurities

Squeezing and undulating to our private sounds…as the band's music continues to cascade across the crowd

Our music of passion…our sweat mingled in the heat of the night

Covered with love in the mist…swearing with eyes closed…hearing the crescendo… like the top of rollercoaster seeing the distance to fall, sensing the weightlessness with fear and electrifying excitement!

Reckless love calling as the band is in full throttle pulsing…while guiding your hips into mine

Making me powerful, dependant, alive … never to end…never to yield…or apologize for making our music…understanding the underlying currents seeking the taste…the touch

To give it all away for you…to go silent

'Cause you understand my notes and my rhythms even before I even say,

Yes…

© 7/7/2010