Strange Days

 
These are strange days we live in

Strange days indeed…


 
Money changers

Power mongers

Control freaks

Spin doctors

Ignoring the hunger on our streets


 
These are strange days we live in

Strange days indeed…


 
Sex Scandals

Torturers

Political pawns

Famine

Flash Mobs

Riots & Revolutions

Burning cities

Occupation against Corporate greed


 
These are strange days we live in

Strange days indeed…


  
Tsunamis

Earth quakes

Floods

Hurricanes

Solar Flares

Aurora in Arkansas

October snow on brightly colored autumn leaves


 
These are strange days we live in

Strange days indeed…


 
Wake up…His wrath is quickly drawing upon us…don't you see?

To absorbed in Facebook, Twitter and Reality TV

You won't see it coming … there won't be time to flee

Turn off the distractions … get down on your knees!


 
'Cause these are strange days we live in

Very strange days indeed!


 
Open up our hearts and minds Lord to your tender mercies for all of us to share

Give us your strength and courage so we might bear

Witness to your love in the midst of these strange days we live

This darkness will be shattered by the shining of your light

Be not afraid of these strange days my children, stay prayerful, stay diligent, stay forthright.


 
© 11/2/2011 Howard "SERGIO" Tucker


 

May I Be Last

 
"So the last shall be first and the first shall be last." 


 
Is it the Wall Street banker or the suspicious IMF chief?

Is it the reality TV star distorting our children with fancy pretty pettiness as our cultural belief?

Is it the starving child in Somalia clutching her bloated belly waiting for your Angels to take her pain away?

Is it my brothers running amok in streets brandishing their fists with guns as shields of their insecurities every day?


 
"So the last shall be first and the first shall be last."


 
Is it billionaires who's tax breaks can feed thousands of people for hundreds of days?

Is it political pundits that wage vicious class wars as a game on a national stage?

Is it those who struggle daily with your laws and commands?

Is it those who want to listen yet live without conscience or care for our fellow man?


 
May I be last My Lord?


 
May I be your servant to walk in your ways…

To be first means less for my brothers and sister that would stand behind me;

To demonstrate unity…we can walk side by side


 
May I be last; to call for strife and division, to call to arms, to lock down, to lock out, to shut up, to shut in, to imprison indiscriminately

May I be last; to agree, to stand silently, to look the other way, to hope it never happens to me.


 
May I be last My Lord?


 
May I be last to walk away…

To be first, only shows my back to my brothers and sisters.

To demonstrate unity…we can walk side by side

May I be last My Lord…may I be last.


 
For when we all enter your gates…the last, will be the first...to celebrate!


 

 
By Howard SERGIO Tucker © 9/17/2011

And They Left Amazed

    


 
That He says we should live our lives righteous and just

That He loves everyone equally, just as He loves us

Amazed


 
That His rule is to love our neighbor as we love ourselves that's why He died

That we open our hearts and our minds to respond to the smallest cry

Amazed


 
That we give to Caesar without guilt or shame

That we give our treasures joyfully to build our sanctuary in His name

Amazed


 
And they left amazed

Amazed


 
That His love and wisdom …we must sacrifice in our lives in some way

That He touches our hearts in meditation, when we pray

Amazed


 
That Our Lord is compassionate, bringing all to His arms to rejoice

That Our Lord no false airs, nor put ourselves above others by choice

Amazed


 
That Our Lord's strength is in His Mercy and Forgiveness…this is true

That Our Lord forgave them for they know not what they do.



And they left amazed

Amazed


 
© Howard SERGIO Tucker 10/13/11


 

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WPEB 88.1FM- Philadelphia

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Co-Host: DJ Mucho Dinero

Monday Nights: 8pm to 10pm



WPEB 88.1FM is a Community Radio Station, broadcasting to West, Southwest and University City in Philadelphia. The SERGIO Experience takes WPEB listeners on an international journey of music, poetry, spoken word, arts and culture. The show plays a variety of music, Brazilian, Latin Jazz, Latin American and the Islands as well as feature local Philadelphia and Regional artists inspired by a multicultural flavor.



SERGIO interviews artists, performers, authors, and poets to showcase their expression, to educate and create dialogue with the WPEB listeners. SERGIO shares his talent as a performer of poetry and spoken word. DJ Mucho Dinero then mixes in his unique style, exciting & exotic blend of rhythms from Columbia, Cuba and many other countries. This is the exciting SERGIO Experience! 


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Hold Me

"When I called, you answered me;
you increased my strength within me."





From my darkness you brought light;


From my hopelessness you brought faith;


From my loneliness you brought comfort;


From my angriness you brought peace;


From the brink of my despair, your hands held me up with a firm touch;


Your strength & reassurance that I am your child!





"When I called, you answered me;
you increased my strength within me."


Sometimes I lose sight of your teaching,


Sometimes I don't listen, stubborn and hard of heart


Sometimes I speak to no one and keep to myself


Sometimes I lose faith in your plans,


Sometimes I ask you questions when I know the answer is within me;


To do your Will


To Stand for Justice


To Sing for Freedom


To Preach for Salvation and Forgiveness


To affirm for the world that you are my mighty and living God!




"When I called, you answered me;
you increased my strength within me."



From my darkness you brought light;


From my hopelessness you brought faith;


From my loneliness you brought comfort;


From my angriness you brought peace;


From the brink of my despair, your hands held me up with a firm touch;


Your strength & reassurance that I am your child!




O my Lord I am your child. Hold me close to your strength.


Hold me close.


Hold me close, O' Lord



To do your Will


To Stand for Justice


To Sing for Freedom


To Preach for Salvation and Forgiveness


To affirm for the world that you are my mighty and living God!



O my Lord I am your child. Hold me close to your strength.


Hold me close...


Hold me.



By Howard SERGIO Tucker © 8/7/2011

Brown Eyed Bliss

Overlook the good one...going straight to the edge
One step closer to see angles
One step short
One step closer to your brown eyed bliss

Wing girl whispers inspiration...stoking a smoldering fire
One step closer
Flashes a shy smile drawing me in
Soft step...step back. Try again.


Softly to side...without having anything in mind
One step beyond the edge
Softly this time, very softly. I smile.
One step closer to your brown eyed bliss

Feelings are still...as a racing heartbeat
Emotions are still...as a Mustang in overdrive
Thoughts are still...as a hummingbird’s wing
Sweet nectar within reach...


One step closer to your brown eyed bliss



Howard SERGIO Tucker © 5/27/2011

The Lullaby

There was an Angel who liked to collect butterflies

Casting a net of subtle songs of brown eyed lullabies

Butterflies memorized, stop to listen, then forgot to fly

Admiring them enhanced Angel's beauty as she sings

Asleep the butterflies dreamed of freedom...on their wonderful wings



Oh, Angel paused the lullaby to sneeze...one woke up startled,

And took to the breeze...


By Howard SERGIO Tucker  © April 8, 2011

Rouxinol

 
I dream of gorgeous Rouxinol singing a song of heart pounding love

Shaking her luscious tail feathers at various times to accentuate the beat

Her melodies, paced energetically like a goddess of the Carnival

My mind, traveling to that tropical place…home of the sweet song bird

Frolicking near the sea, the slightest scent of strawberries, she exhales toward me

I imagine Rouxinol's tanned softness joyfully content and free

Colorful passion draped across her soft curves, red, pink, green, gold and blue

Vibrant contrast to the lush tropical foliage and gentle turquoise waves spraying sea salt by air

At night prances here and there…weaving in and out of conversations without care

Pecking at peanuts, flirts…then flies away

While flashing a captivating smile or laugh, a playful wink and she waves

Always singing, humming lyrically, mystically, intelligently

In many languages that flow like the rains

Catch her eye, Rouxinol will brush closely by, giving a hint of her exotic perfume,

She sings of future, past and present perfect…the land I am destined to.



By Howard "Sergio" Tucker (c) 3/15/2011

Mission

 
She moves me in a way I haven't understood

Slowly marinating time, moving past the sexy smoke screen to her inner beauty

To the core of her being, that's what makes her so attractive beyond what my perceptions may be

Of course, so alluring with feminine contours that speak volumes on the love she brings

Deep with sensuality and blowing me kisses with her eyes

Wisps of hair that casts carless shadows on her face, swept with a practiced hand

Lips lightly pressed, smoothly caressing the coffee cup as though it was lost love, yes I do hope so

Fingers supple yet strong enough to rake my back from tenderness to primal ecstasy

Holding my attention even in this crowed place, none other matters, the waiter pissed 'cause we haven't taken the menu

Looking like we own the place, casually positioned and intense on our conversation

No one knows I can't figure out what time it is, nor hear the back ground noise

Just her voice transcending the scene giving me pause to reflect on each syllable to hold onto like a life preserver in a sea of mediocrity

Like floating against the tide of those who came before, she's not shallow or self absorbed

Never asked how much or how long or where it came from or how does it fit

Her confidence doesn't need me to add anything other than the simple truth

Stay in her world, not press, not insist, let it unfold, delighted in the journey, 'cause there is the joy

Got to watch her heals though, sharp , could cut both ways

Dangerous she is 'cause I know passion can turn to fury in a heartbeat

That too is a challenge I take gladly as man who is engaged, enthralled and entwined

To stay a step ahead and one to the side cause throwing curves is her game.

Mission: time

Mission: position

Mission: her's and mine



By Howard "Sergio" Tucker  (c) 2/1/2011

Open Mic

Enter the hustle and bustle of the set up,

the clink and clank of cymbals and drum sticks, metal and wood,

Musicians, young, struck, hungry, ragged with school work, hard work and no work.

All wanting attention and sweating every detail,

Personal visions of glory on stage, the fame, the fans, the women,

Words and notes, rolling through their heads, going through sound checks while shadow strumming and lots of nerves.


In the midst of this musical chaos, she commands the room…

Young and vibrant, the bounce of her shoulder length hair as she struts setting up and greeting guests with an inviting smile,

A smile that says, yes, I am, the one with all the men's eye on me.

Wearing mid thigh short black skirt with calf high black leather boots,

The heals clicks against the tile floor guided by her perfect legs…our short hairs on stand on end boys,

Man she bounces to the rhythm of the heavy hip hop beat…neo blues with a strong rock cord…

Dark angel amongst tonight's "want to be's", and the "have to be's", laughing, hugging and caressing the chosen few as they come in, however all are privy to her charm,


 
Welcome to the new Mecca for young bands,

the temple dreams, they come to hone their skills, like young warriors, testing weapons of voice, sound, sex, angst and fury.

We revel in hip hop and rock beats, our anthem, a new mutant bastard form of expression,

Now it's getting serious, here come the groupies, girl friends, round d' way girls, curious and excited, dressed for sweaty pleasure after the show, the crowd becomes thicker my brothers…

Show time!


 
By Howard "Sergio" © 8/20/2009