Will You Be My Adam?

Will You Be My Adam? by Too Tall Joanz©

Will you be my Adam?
Will you ride with me
like he
with Eve
knowing I like she
doomed all the world for eternity?
I mean, can you do that?
Cause when I look back
through the mitochondria
and minus the hypochondria
given the bad decision
Mother was about to make,
I feel her
wrapped all into herself
in my imagination
horrified that she ruined
God’s creation
because
she didn’t see the harm
in the angel’s charms
using that snake
to manipulate
a hidden opportunity
disguised as fruit
and used as bait
that ruined our fate
Shoved through the gates
of what had to be the most awesome space
on Earth
…and then there was her man
missing a rib
yet by her side
down to ride
hurt in pride
’cause he too
co-signed
on that bad decision
not to mention
all the doom
that lie ahead
the pain
the burden of survival
the arrival
of hardship
sickness
old age
and death
but til the last breath
they stayed together
til their forever
was nevermore
and in all of what this is for,
all I wanna know is
Will you be my Adam?
’cause I’ve done more
than picked bad fruit
and my roots
are far from the Tigris river
but I can deliver
dedication
to the unknown facing
us beyond the gates of
God’s best
til the last breath
and the grave’s depths
immortalized in print
beyond the death
til all that is left
is this little poem
about a woman
in love with a man
in the land
of the children of the damned
asking for his hand
to cross these burning sands
on this ball of water
floating
in a void decked with glitter
within walking distance
of the Harlem river
in an apartment
in a room
whose space
is bigger than all the universe
whose gates of Heaven
is always open
and our entrance is
V.I.P
and our accomodation
is first-class
in all that
is love
above
ground
and under sky
because the formation
of you and I
in God’s creation
specifically designed
with us in mind
as one
until we do and die
is the reason why
I gotta know
Will you be my Adam?

The Beauty In the Little Things

Beauty In the Little Things by Too Tall Joanz©

I close my eyes and look inside
and I can see God
whose more like
a Listening Ear without form
whose warmth
I grab the ankles of
in this cold world
I uncurl
myself before Him
knowing He can see
straight through me anyway
but also knowing that He wants
me to share myself
like He shares everything else
including Himself
with me
Always waiting for a word
I imagine
something different than what He’s heard
like the everyday complaints and wishes
more like
how ’bout them birds that sing
outside my window
and how they sing so
beautiful in the morning when I wake
Why I thank You Father!
Yes Your daughter
is some kinda Deep Breath
to deal with
but I’m begining to the see
the glory
the good thang
the abundance
the elevation
and our conversations
are more in depth
Now we both take deep breaths
at the glory
of all that You are
and all that I Am becoming
and all the world that changes before me
and how stunning it all is!
I changed the reflection
by changing my perception
and all is manifesting
through vision and expression
like the blessing
You meant it to be
All I had to begin to see
was the birds outside my window
and listen to how they sing
Starting right there with that beautiful thing
An awakening fit for a Queen
and the ripple effect
begins to lean
toward
more
of what God wish we all would see
…the beauty in the little things

Wake up, America!

Wake up, America! by Too Tall Joanz©

I use to wanna be all Kumbaya with folks
until I felt like that unity wave was a joke
to most
I remember the Coke
commercials
when people of all colors
and cultures
were teaching the world
to sing
with love and harmony
until I learned to see
minus the smoke and mirrors
and now I can see
much, much clearer
that World Peace
although it’s what
all the politicians preach
and what the churches teach
is still a feat
that we in this day and age
can’t seem to reach
Not that it’s unattainable
or impossible
because I refuse to believe
that the suits
occupying the seats
in these political offices
with college degrees
in a day and age of technology
with social media
birthing opportunities
for trade and over-due apologies
…I just refuse to believe
that these same ones
blessed with positions
to push buttons
on the people
whose votes
gave them the power
cannot take a sour
situation and make it sweet
with no bloodshed
to maintain World Peace
You mean to tell me
we still haven’t reached
that level?
Then what the hell is
an education
for
when a conversation
is the cause and remedy for war
and we’re still unable to tip the balance
in the favor
of what all of our spiritual beliefs
collectively preach
Why, even the atheist
wants peace!
So what the hell is the problem?
Solving ’em
by sending sons and daughters
to die
over disagreements
that should be solved with
a conversation
No education
is necessary
to attack an adversary
with a firearm
but to disarm
an adversary
with one
resolving conflict
without the use of guns
or any weapons,
we should be able to do that by now
Missiles fly
overhead while heads are looking down
at bills
fighting our own individualized war
to survive
and although we all care
the air
in our stomachs
is grumbling
while our way of living
is crumbling
stumbling
on our own choices
tasting our own foot
cleaning soot
off our faces
from the smoke
blown up our asses
encouraging the masses
to take them classes
and better ourselves
take care of your health
love the environment
respect the law
What gall!
If y’all
can’t get along
with all that qualifies
you to occupy
the seat that quantifies
your nation’s rule
and we know y’all went to school
then how can we?
Where’s the promises?
Where’s the peace?
Where’s the utopia
without the bloodshed?
Gassing our heads
with hot air
blown up our asses
unmasking
the wolf
let loose on the sheep
whose only peace
is a beast
with a fat belly
off the backs
of the chattel
We’re all cattle
casualties of war
in battle
beefing
over oppression
from whence
we gave the blessing
When are we gonna learn our lesson?
Saving Martin’s dream for Heaven perhaps
catching a glimpse of it in naps
because the rat race
is so fast-paced
and we’re too tired to fight
’cause somebody gotta keep on the lights
and human rights
is great and all that
but I gotta get back
to work
I don’t mean to hurt
nobody’s feelings
but my ceiling
is caving in
and tonight it looks like rain
I feel pain
in my neck
but I gots just enough
energy to cash my check
so I’m gon’ let
God deal with it
is how we’re all living
The masses
have grown passive
and the idleness
burns thru our children’s futures
like acid
sipping on that Lake Placid
water
watching a system of slaughter
develop to burden our sons
and daughters
to control robots
to control them
because they do not
require money
only maintenance
Which is all the better to control
you with, my dear!
But fear
is false evidence appearing real
but the real is
we already bought into the lie
selling our soul
handing over control
of our God-given
to live in
a society
pledging allegiance with all piety
to a flag
whose backstory
has dragged
red trails of blood
from white lies
over blue seas
Oh say can U.C.C., America?
WAKE UP!

The New Neighbor

The New Neighbor by Too Tall Joanz©

Gentrification
has become a major situation
in my neighborhood
Some folks think it’s all good
with the new bistros
and other commercial
businesses popping up
like weeds
’cause see
they look like flowers
but their function is
to drain all the power
from the beauty of the real ones
sucking the life from us
until there’s none
Now the Lenox Lounge is done
If it were downtown
they would’ve never torn it down
another jewel plucked
from Harlem’s crown
As I look around
nowadays
seeing all the changes
around the way
my heart is filled with dismay
because the taste
of chocolate
on Harlem’s streets
is beginning to get weak
now the feet
that beat
these streets
are the police
trying to catch you slipping
new neighbors flipping
’cause your bbq
doesn’t respect their curfew
in addition to
turning your music down
yet they forget
this ain’t downtown
and though there’s snow
in Chocolate Town
Black culture still abounds
and I pray when summertime
comes around
We turn it up
all the way to the max
being Black
being Black
being Black
being Black
so much so that
the ignorance
is line-stepping niggerish
til the police
dismiss
their complaints
like it’s giberrish
because this here shit
is ridiculous
coming from downtown
to come here with
their own set of rules
disturbing the peace
of the last piece
of chocolate cake
Manhattan’s only soul-food
spot
and you will not
tell us how to rock
on our block
I hope our music pops
your eardrum
that’s in conjunction
to the beat of the African ones on
two-fifth
I hope you choke on the
smell of spliffs
rising
in the night wind
as cannabinoids
walk by
I hope pitbulls
swallow your carry-on dogs
I hope you get lost
in the fog
of smoke
from bbq grills
I hope you know
how it feels
to be denied
when habibi lies
saying he don’t sell no loosies
I hope all you see
is a mistake
when you look at your home address
and the only way to fix that mess
is to move the hell out and
say goodbye to your stress
’cause our Blackness
in our Black nest
ain’t gon’ side-step
’cause you the new neighbor, honey

Homelessness (On the Back and Forth)

Sidebar:  If you got your own roof over your head, consider yourself blessed. This isn’t just a poem, this is what me and my children live with everyday. Despite all that I do, it simply is not enough to secure housing for my family and it’s getting harder and harder to keep my head on straight without losing it. I pray that the release of this poem will attract my home to me and my kids. NYC is a beast. If the Mayor wants to know why the homeless would rather choose the streets over the shelter, he can ask me and I’d tell him. I pray one day this nightmare will be over.  We deserve a roof over our heads too, from my mouth to God’s ears.

 

Homelessness (On the Back and Forth) by Too Tall Joanz©

Back to the daily
with the back and forth
The here and there
caught in between
the middle of nowhere
the center of “not yours”
on that nomadic
systematic
’til it’s automatic
back and forth
Looking for home
looking for peace
looking to release
the not-knowing
desiring to remove it
like high-heeled shoes
feet bruised
from the daily struggle of
the back and forth
using exhaustion
as my source
to keep on shuffling
’cause I must sleep
to hell with the hustling
the busting
balls
of NYC’s walls
to hell with it all!
And once again I drift
this time into dreams
and accept the not-knowing
and surrender to peace
I hope God will release
some new secret
and bless me with the memory to keep it
when I awake
for my sake
with the wisdom to recreate
my fate
show me where to plant my stake
show me my designated place
’cause everywhere I go’s no space
Imprisoned
with no position
no chance
to advance
to complete the mission
that will reap the fruits
that will bring about the vision
of HOME
so I can finally abandon the need to roam
the need to wander
the trauma of being torn asunder
from every nest
apologize for every breath
because I have no way
to make a way
which means I’m in the way
is what they say
Well say no more
no back and forth
no to and from
just welcome home
just welcome me
Lord help me please!
And though I exhale
I cannot breathe
rejection’s
darkened my direction
and I can’t see
I need your guidance
I need your peace
and if at least
no home
then give me strength
as my source
for the back and forth
Yes Lord!

Separation

Separation by Too Tall Joanz©

I hate that it’s come to this
From having everything to say
to nothing at all
with minds overwrought
with thought
and hearts bursting
to be freed
from the weight of the burden
with hearts breaking
because words unsaid
leads to problems unresolved
There’s no cushion for the fall
The rug pulled from under our feet
leaves us choking from the dust
going up in smoke
like our relationship
because fear and pride
have nailed our lips
shut
Our rut
sits like rocks in our guts
and we can’t get around it
we’re just stuck
with not knowing
what to do
what to say
whose suppose to go first
or whether it’s even worth
it anymore
I’ve been here before
and I hate that feeling
that feeling
like it’s coming to an end
I vowed that this time it wouldn’t
happen again
but with change
life rearranges
things
to match the new energy
that changes bring
and with growth
comes pain
the sun is needed
but so is the rain
so is the dirt
so is the air
we started as one
and grew apart as a pair
Did I mention I hate that it’s come to this?