I Pray

Take me by the hand and lead me to your promised land
Show me things I've never known
Heal me so there's pain no more

Guide me through this tragic world
Shield me from its daily purge
Cover me with your life giving blood
Embrace me in your tender love

Build me up when I am weak...
to weak to stand; too weak to speak
Shake me lose from procrastinations' arms;
break me free from depressions' scars

Empower me through your Spoken Word
Enlighten me with your written verse
Lift me from earths decaying hold
Enfold me in warmth...in joy...with your simple touch

Teach me the patience to love and to...love
Create in me a heart that is clean and honest
and just as just and pure as yours

Wash me without and wash me within
Renewing, refreshing, rejuvenating, restoring
Awaken my soul to your hearts beating rhythm
I cherish,
I honor,
I worship,
I pray


By: Tarin Glenn-Brown
(c)2011

Liberty's Truth Defined

Their chains dragged despair from its bloodstained root

and carved a legacy built on hope and triumph

Their backs tracked by leather riddled scars of ignorance and fear

carried forward the strength of a generation born for greatness

Through sweat and tears, shed and unshed

and pain so unimanageable its memory lingers still,

they fought for the right to be seen and heard

With fist in air and voices united the songs of our past rang out loud and clear.

No longer bound by iron alone, flesh and blood cast their lot

to purge what was already clean and pure.

The earth cried out with each drop of blood shed;

each molecule absorbed into its bowels.

And yet the voices continued to rise; continued to swell

with the knowledge and pride of a people born from a generation of warriors and kings.

A nation of priests and artists.

A wellspring of musicians and poets who, through the power of a single ideal

forged a road from their past to our future; their vision to our reality

From the jailhouse to the death room.

From the shanty town to the presidential suite.

One man's blood became another man's freedom;

the blood of the slave for the blood of the free.

Through their secret tunnels; their spoken words;

their march to the martyrs drum

the forefathers of greatness gave birth to the sweet sweet melody

of life and love and liberty for all

By: Tarin Glenn-Brown

January 20, 2011 (c)

Dance of Midnight

Sadness stroked its
filmy veil with fingers light
and satin smooth
against the silent ripple
of unshed sorrow.

Its eyes of darkest midnight
revealed a depth of soullessness
entrapped within a hollow cave.

A sigh escaped its tepid lips
to echo within the silent tomb.

While fleeting sparks
of unwanted light
inhaled the blackened perfume
of darkness
to drown beneath the quiet flood
of sadness: deep and lasting.

A Dying Wish

To be the hand that gently
sweeps life's tears away.

To catch the falling tendrils
of soundless pain.

To be the breath of peace that
hugs the battered hearts and minds.

To echo through the cavernous
depths of blinded will and hate.

To be the voice that soothes
the beast;
that quells its raging inferno of destruction.

To watch the child of destiny
evolve to form a world of light
and beauty.

To see a place of rarest bloom
emerge from the pit of great despair.
That is My Dying Wish

Let Me Be

Let me be your evening star,
Your darkest hour; your midnight
The air you breathe,
The view you behold;
Let me be your life.

Let me be your talisman,
Your fondest wish; your dream come true.

A gold-encrusted miniature frame;
Antique beauty; lovingly cherished
Let me be your love.

Let me be your hidden thoughts,
Your hopes; your aspirations;
Morning's first dew, orchids first bloom,
Let me be your heart.

A New Day

As daylight spreads its eagle's
wings 'cross heaven's naked
splendour,
shadows race against the tide
of morning rose and April spring;

Dewdrops dance to lilting tunes
Atop their emerald stages,
While soft refrains from feathered
bills
Fill the skies with tinkling praises.

The sun with all its radiant beauty
Rises from its bed of night,
And reaches out with slow precision,
Embracing earth with arms of light.

A gentle breath of morning air
Sweeps lovingly o'er its templed floors
And brings with it the fragrant smell
Of friendships dear and love eternal

"Untitled"

If Only I could tell you the secrets of my heart
To show you just how much your smile can touch my soul
If only I could whisper my deepest hidden desires
And hope forever after to be encircled by your love

If Only I could share my often untold dreams
And watch you weave the spell
To make them all so real

If only you and I could be the fairytale come true
Then all my 'If Only''s would be 'Only You's