From the back of Hotti Biscotti Cafe',
Every other Thursday,
Feeding on his energy,
Enjoying the synergy,
I often watch him bellow his soulful poetry,
The master of ceremony, Journey,
Before a rainbow crowd,
Eyes dancing and smiling like a child's.
Dark chocolate and fine,
Light contouring his very masculine lines,
His braids flap as
He lightly bellows his risque' rap,
Wooing the young ladies and
Making everybody present feel at ease.
Deep as his groove,
I always think, as he slowly moves
Journey's eyes are...
...Oceans of depth
of promises of successes.
magnifying how he feels about what he sees.
revolving and communicating.
shining and lighting the way for others.
of brilliance, energizing and warming.
that will often dance in many sisters' minds at bedtime.
leading, encouraging, inspiring, and accommodating.
of strife, life, and future journeys.