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"Images of Haiti"

This piece is dedicated with all of My Heart
to the Proud People of the Nation of Haiti

"Oh Haiti"

A thousand storms of thy calamity..Have all risen up
to soon challenge..All that you can soon ever..Have
hope and need to see..Born of and once descended
from a proud..But defiant and a powerful heritage of
African people..Who despite all their shortcomings..
and very formidable and compelling odds..With which
they once suffered as a people..Were themselves so
soon confronted..By one of the this worlds mightiest
armies..Soon gathered and so fully arrayed and aligned
itself against thee..

Perceived by so many in this certain time..To be no
more than a loud foolish..Ragtag group of angry and
desperate people..For sure no match..For one of the
great world armies..and colonial powers of this time..

Surely these impetuous rabble rousers fools and day
dreamers..Would soon be crushed in their ill thought
out rebellion..And soon be put down..By some of the
worlds very smartest Generals Soldiers and tactical
minds..Soon to be armed and charged..Then to be
fully dispatched by the French Aristocracy..With new
marching orders..To simply crush this fragile fledgeling
facsimile of a rebellion..While bringing this unruly group..
Of supposedly ignorant and backward people..Back
under their control..Putting them so firmly by superior
military might..Back in their proper place and line..

All the while the French not knowing that their conceited
actions..Would soon give new birth and hope to those..
Perceived to be so foolish at the time..To dare to dream
that they to could someday come to be..Able to have and
hold onto an idea..For such a crazy belief..To fight for..
and then help to form a tiny Nation..Of people of Color..
So utterly desperate hopeful..and determined to be free..

A people descended of and from..A mighty and proud yet
powerful African people..Whose Spirit has bent so many
times..But to this day will never be fully broken..By their
own overwhelming desire to someday be..The first to do
battle and confront all the forces of Slavery..Then defeat
the same very slave holders..and their arrogant Colonial
masters..Then soon rise up to become a proud..But ever
highly spirited..True nation of People..So very determined
at all costs..To someday breathe once again..The same
air of the elite..The rich the powerful the better educated..
The privileged and the free..

Oh Haiti thou has seen the very best and worst of this
Life..For thy people have eaten the Fruit of Life..From
both sides of this Gardens liberation tree..But never in
the brief history of thy tiny nation..Has your people ever
been faced..With such a daunting new and even greater
challenge..As the one you now find yourself..and your
young still undeveloped nation..Must now face staring
squarely..at the battered confluence..Of life and deaths
circumstance..Now standing so directly in front of thee..

For a thousand winds and hurricanes have risen..And
each powerful one..Has blown so very hard and so fiercely..
Against all that is right within thee..But no ill wind of such..
immense power and circumstance..Has ever blown so
hard as this earthquake..That has so recently shattered ..
Then battered the very heart..of thy Spirit..That every eye
in this world..Has now been so soberly awakened and..
Now forced to see..come so alive..Now in the grief poverty
and immense pain now rooted so firmly in thee..

My own heart is sad shattered and broken..and my pain
is felt so far and deep..In the very bottom of my heart..My
own now humbled Spirit..So very alive in my soul..Finds
it so very hard not to weep..Even as the sad collage and
ever distressing frames..of so many images..Firmly paint
no illustrious pictures..Of your present plight and situation..
Have all soon recorded themselves..inside of me forever..
In ever vivid colors..So fashioned from the chilling reality..
of your still evolving story..Now being told and shown all
over and around the globe..

Each image of your struggle..Soon given such new life..On
this very living canvas of possibility..Now placed forever on
display..In these halls walls and windows..Of my own aching
soul..Helping me to once again be reborn..As a Human being..
By truly redefining the very values..I feel inside of me and do..
Go now forth committed..To each new waking day..To better
appreciate the wonder of this very fragile..Thing called Life..
We each now in our own way..Occasionally take for granted..
Are now jolted and reminded..Is not a thing of entitlement..But
a fragile beauty filled temporary Gift..We each have been so
allowed..By The Creator of all Life..To live to know to share
and so temporarily..Embrace and hold..

For I too have seen so much suffering and pain..In these very
brief pages of my life and times..But their is truly something
so unique and so different..Created by fear and sheer scale
scope..and a true sense of tremendous hopelessness and
utter helplessness..Which permeates the inner sanctums of
the mind..That has now fully dressed itself..In the tattered but
flimsy garment..That has now so truly become claimed..By all
that is thine..

Oh Haiti..The deck in so many ways has been stacked up
so well against..The very people that are both alive..and now
dead in thee..Yet so many now wish..The simple but harsh
reality of your many..Raw and pain filled defining images..Will
now somehow just go away..So your utter desperation and
prolonged suffering..As a once proud people..They no longer
will be forced to somehow confront..and be made to have to
now daily know and see..

Sadly the world we now live in today..Where the best in some..
Must rise to stand right beside the worst..Where the ignorance
and hatred..We see come so alive in the hearts of some..Must
stand unashamed in the murky shadows..Nearby the generosity
of those..Who have decided to give..So much more of themselves..
Till their hearts feel like it..Wants to overflow the dam..and simply
burst..

I am so truly thankful for those who have chosen..To give and
share their love..of their common decency and Humanity..By
stepping up and away..From some of humanity's worst..Wisely
choosing to provide help..Now so badly needed in your hour of
despair..To help you to quench if only for a single moment..The
truly immense and staggering need..Of your oh so very fragile..
Nations..Tremendous amount of true pain hunger grief and thirst..

Oh Haiti..I to shall stand by your side..and help now to hold up
your weakened..Frail trembling and desperate hand..For surely
who alive among us all..Truly knows what tomorrows lessons..
May very well bring soon to me and to mine..Nor the price of
the same fate..We now see so dealt to thee and to all thine..

For someday the same fate..Shall soon see the same down
payment required..One day of this life by me..? For hidden in
the looming not to distant future..So much is yet unseen and
still unknown..To be shown of the future moments..of Our own
still to come fragile..Yet hope filled Life and times..

When I am to be forced by me to view thy circumstance..As
your own nation of people..Struggle once again to mightily try
to soon rise up again..On one badly bruised and almost broken
knee..I too am now fully awakened..From the sleep of my own
bed of ignorance..That has been allowed to in many ways..To
serve as a silent lullaby..Of complacency once sung to me..

For also lying beside your people..So visible in this crushed
debris of thy dignity and grace..Hidden also within these foul
shattered remnants..Of thy citizens now smashed lives hope
and fractured dreams..For when the exposed will of your own
people..Is fully being so stretched to and even past..The very
edge and point of total desperation..Even the very perception
of Hope..Has fled or just so to me..it now so obviously seems..

Perhaps so alive in your visible patience..Is the quiet tenacity
and veracity..That will soon foster the need..To help each and
everyone of us..To become familiar with redefining..Our own
common sense of decency and Humanity..As we and others
from around the world..Soon begin to help commit to assist..
You and all of your people..To take the necessary pride..To yet
once again..Begin to rebuild and restore..in your now shattered
nation...a new sense of direction of hope..By replacing all the
chaos..and pent-up frustration..With some much needed love..
charity..Greater compassion mercy and sanity..

My heart does weep for your lost lives..Knowing the pain and
suffering your people..Now must feel in the very pits of their
souls..Refusing to wilt in the face of such a great calamity..
Present in your everyday situation..Of being ignored and pitied
by so many..Who know so little about your inner hopes..and
the ever fragile dreams ..for your tiny nation..Nor having any
familiarity..With its simplest needs and goals..

Oh Haiti..You now must struggle to once again rise..Step up
from these same very ashes..To find a child's Hope..To dare
to dream again..To pursue and define a new emerging reality..
Just waiting beyond the horizon..To be soon again told..For I
too shall dream along..With you and your people..With the
vision to embrace a new direction..To once again help you to
redefine..and soon rebuild your once proud nation..From these
crushed buildings..of your spilled blood and ashes..An even
better more glory filled Phoenix..Shall soon Fly free..Beside
your Children and your people..As a wiser bird once again..!!

Excerpted from "The African Journals" Vol I
"The Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Authored By Daton O. Fullard Copyrighted
2010 © All Rights Reserved




" The Heart Of A Woman "

What supernatural beauty lies in the Heart of a Woman..
With eyes that smile so alluring enticing and so truly
beguiling..Each is a beautiful flower with differences so
subtle varied and quite bold..As she sits near the stained
glass window of Her understated Grace..Which allows
both light and darkness to enter into her warmest ether
reaches..of her multi-dimensional and quite multi faceted
fragile and gentle soul




She epitomizes all that is arrayed in the simple dress of
her immense tenderness..So seductive in her awakening
radiance..A stunningly powerful image to contemplate and
behold..To be blessed by her gentle quiet storm of affection..
Is truly an impeccable pleasure soaring beyond..The walls
of all things..With which one might seek to use..So foolishly
inadequate to her compare..For to be the recipient of her
desire..Is only to be matched by the quiet..But equally
seductive intensity..Of her beckoning glances or lingering
stare..Applied so very deftly..With such incredible skill and
understated capacity..To fully illustrate and so illuminate..
Her immeasurable authenticity and capability..To carefully
demonstrate..The true standards of her sensitivity and care..



She so easily is the prize of our life..Far more desirable
than simple treasure..Some men collect and set as mere
trinkets..Choosing them as value symbols..From lands near
and lands afar..For no greater treasure is yet to be found..
When it is you that she selects..To stand proudly with and
beside her..Becoming her firmaments only permanent fixed
recipient..Of all her true affections and thus..Her life's one
single but most..Compelling and impressive companion..As
you are now selected..As her worlds brightest shining star..



Yet it is true she can dress herself..So gently in Her many
garments of mystery..That conceals and reveals so little or
so much..For none other but her..Can walk soar and swim..
As gently as a Swan..in our lives..And yet still somehow
be so remarkable a companion..To taste smell and inspire..
While sparking such a desire to embrace..All that she is in
our hands..With such a simple expression of a sensitive..
Yet sensuous smile or a light..erotic glance or romantic touch..



With Heart so warm and her feelings so wide so deep..So
considerate and yet so far far beyond compare..She will so
carefully invest in her Compassion..While she only will with
draw from her vast reserves of unlimited Mercy..All the Love
she is so willing to give..of herself..While trying her best to
teach each of us..Why we too must really learn how..She
so easily will give her all..For us to also really begin..To
better understand..What it truly means To be willing to give
unselfishly..and share..



When she hurts the world we live in hurts..As no one sees
her when she retreats to weep..For in her lonely hour of need..
She fears no one sees her small candles flame of quiet fire..
When she chooses to quietly pray..While everyone else is
all fast asleep..Yet when she soon re-emerges from her pain
as a new butterfly..Soaring to such newer heights of emotion..
Ready once again to inspire..Giving to each of us..With so
much renewed vigor..passionately burning anew..Newer wings
of her refreshed and fully restored..multi faceted Love to desire..



Her highs are so incredibly high..Her lows are so frighteningly
low..Yes it is sometimes so very hard to decipher..and read her
well shielded and coded feelings you see..But oh to be in her
presence..To gather in the warmth of her fragrance and inhale
all of her very essence..So free..Is such a delight..When she
allows this rarely unseen part of her to soon appear..Becoming
so very visible..To such a one she has carefully chosen as thee..



For tis the Heart of a Woman that connects all of Her..To much
still hidden away..In the many never checked rooms of our very
Souls..For she soon awakens..Within each of us a thousand
possibilities..Still lying asleep in our dreams and lives..Still so
unseen by us so bold..New tales and stories waiting..To be so
lived seen shared and told..By those of us blessed to soon be
allowed near enough..To simply see the sun rise and set..Each
and every day in the stained glass window..Of her one of a kind
Heart Mind and gentle..But oh so tender Soul..



For in the Heart of a every Woman..Is a monument that must live..
In each of our own hearts Souls and Minds..We should each day
find a small way..To show her and reveal to her our true affection..
As well as Our sincere appreciation..For what she gives to each
of us every single day..For Her Love is a rare gift..Divine but so
sublime..As she comes and goes..Quietly giving away so very
much of herself..In each one of our Hearts..So gently filled by her
unselfishness..In this day of our own very precious life and time..

"Heart of a Woman" is dedicated to all the Mothers Wives
Sisters and Daughters..Without whom none of our lives
would ever be truly worth living or complete..For no Gift
can compare with the Gift of Life..Which only they can
give..With a willing heart so tender and truly so Sweet..



Excerpted from "The African Journals" Vol I
"The Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Authored By Daton O. Fullard Copyrighted
2008 © All Rights Reserved




"There are many issues that divide..We have to find the right ones that unite us..Or we all lose Our capacity to be able to be..The New Authors Writers and Agents of the very Change..We say we desire and seek..For this Day is "The Dawning of Our Possibility"..Daton O. Fullard 2009 This Piece is dedicated to all those who came before us..To give us a Vision of What We each can someday aspire to be..Their many names are written in the Library of My Blood and Soul..It is The very first page..Of The Book of My Possibility


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"The Dawning of Our Possibility"

I am so Joyous today..For I am being flooded
with a range of possibilities..Which are gently
overwhelming my Spirit and My Soul..Every
precious thing and everyone..Is now so newly
alive within me..Awakening powerful thoughts
of what we can begin to dream and achieve..

If we will just allow ourselves to become great
enough..To expand to absorb and meet..These
new energies being released..That can soon
fulfill..Our immense capacities to change this
world..Of ours even more..If we just become
brave enough to work together..Willing to tear
down the inner fences that separate us..By
nation wealth class race tribe..Our corruptible
ideologies..and instead start today to really
invest in..What we truly say we do believe..

Now so gently place your hand over your heart..
For each beat is another possibility escaped..To
do and show each of Us Our inner greatness..For
I want the Power of my words..To awaken inside
you the Amazing..Arouse in you the Magnificent..
Explore beside you the Infinite..Touch and unleash
within you the Possible..Help free and set loose
the Unimaginable..Stimulate your Inner and Outer
Spiritual Awareness..Until you begin to see..All
that you and I can aspire to be..Then perhaps you
too will be able to better see..All we each need to
yet be..

For when you and I shall choose to stand together..
Side by side and become united in Our Hope for
a better World to emerge from us as One..When
we finally realize this possibility..Of all the Greatest
possibilities is now within Our grasp..Anything we
set our Hearts Souls and Minds too..As a Global
Human Family..Is Our Gift to Our new generations..
Yet to come..

For there are many new challenges we must begin
to soon face..If only we can begin to teach each..one
person..We are nearest to this simple lesson..of Love
We have always been able..When we decide to share..
Our Mercy Compassion and Our Grace..Maybe then
we can all learn to live happily..In this same time and
space..

If we do not start to embrace this message today
When can we ever truly begin ? For our Time here on
this planet is so very brief..We each must soon decide..
What kind of footprints..We all shall desire to soon
leave behind my friends..

Footprints left in sand shall soon wash immediately
away..Footprints purchased by wealth..without Truth
No one will ever hear what they have to say..For I
want mine not of platinum nor gold..But to be like a
humble bit of coal..To be changed by the pressures
of My Wisdom..Acquired in this life..To become the
greatest and most brilliant..diamond..Always radiating
this Precious Jewel of Peace and Possibility..Now
so truly alive..And breathing in My Heart My Mind and
My Soul..


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many blessings to all

Excerpted from "The African Journals" Vol I
"The Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Authored By Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 © All Rights Reserved

When

When dry eyes can find no new tears..
When unhealthy bodies can find no
more years
When wars can find no more soldiers
to fight them
When Humanity has abolished all of its
reasons to embrace its fears

When we find enough love to replace
all of our hate
When we celebrate no borders between us
When we willingly refuse to capitulate
When we grasp destiny and choose to define
our own time and fate

When we lift every child to its potential
before its own clock ticks to late
When we hold every adult accountable
When we refuse to be less than great

When we refuse to share what we have
learned
When we replace our unwillingness to
teach
When we no longer need imperfect ladders
to climb
When everything we desire is now within
our reach

When I can stretch across time and touch
your heart with a word a tear a smile and
an embrace
When we have done all these things so
very well
When you and I shall stand together side
by side and finally realize..
We have always been able to share and
live happily in this same time and space..

If not today When ?

Excerpted from "The African Journals" Vol I
"The Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Authored By Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 © All Rights Reserved

Chapter Thirty Six
I am the Wind Inside

Tis so true I often disguise myself..As the thinnest air..
I choose to become..Allowing everyone..to breathe and
touch..A tiny part of me..Withholding my true life giving..
Life saving energy from none..

For it is I..Though only now dressed..In this garment so
sheer..As a singular inhaled breath..Who must touch daily
every life form..For without me no living being..Can truly
even begin to better know..The very real meaning of health..

Each and every day without fail..I must circumnavigate..
Every nook and corner of my creation..As I must soar
glide and daily blow..Caressing all waiting life bearing
vessels..Filling each and every life form..Now sustained
so completely..By my winds daily uninterrupted flow..

From soaring and roaring past and over high mountains..
To the churning agitated deepest depths of the highest seas..
Tis so very true no living thing..Shall have a right to possess..
The fragile breath of my life..If I do not appear so urgently..
As the next softly blowing gentle breeze..


Excerpted from "The Creation Chronicles" Vol III
A Piece Entitled.."I Am The Wind Inside"
Authored by Daton O.Fullard
Copyrighted 1997 All rights reserved ©

"No Ordinary Poet Not I"

Before I was an Original thought
Developing in My Creator's Mind..
He already knew in what window
I Would begin this walk..That would
Eventually place me into this..
Moment of now..In my own coming
life and time..

Before there was even Creation
So still as no Life vessel had yet to be..
By Grace I was there in his Heart
Where He once also sheltered me..

Even when His Greatest works soon
began..He allowed me to be near
enough to scan..Even though I was clothed
in my nothingness..To reach up to him..
To be able to begin to understand..

When the first mists of energy of the
Creation..Began to assemble and form..
He still held me near enough to Him
To keep my trembling heart so warm..

For even in his great mind..He still
knew that I..Was not to be in my
Own time..No Ordinary Poet..Passing by
through this life..With no clue..
Surely in His mind..Not one such as I..

When my life and time..Came need to
begin..We He and I already knew..Even
then..Before I inhaled my first breath of
this Life..from Him..Who was going to be..
My very best companion..Mentor and
dearest life long friend..

For no Ordinary Poet..Not I..could ever
be..Knowing what I was allowed to have
Flowing..From Him into and then out of
me..Giving Validity to all things..Even
those the Human eye..Can never have hope
to see..No Ordinary Poet Not I could be

For No Ordinary Poet Could I ever..By
the infinite Grace of Him ever be..Less
than The standard set..When He took a
tiny part of His life..Then so very care
fully began to fashion and Create me..

Birth to Mother to earth..I was then by him
set so free..Dressed in His words of immense
thought and Power..Soon Blowing like a
storm..Desiring only to be set free..For
when ordinary suddenly becomes extraordinary..
I wisely did not ask why..He..Simply looked
at me as a Father..and said..No Ordinary
Son could come from..One such as I..
For Thou art to be a reflection of me..

Excerpted from "The African Journals" Vol I
"The Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Authored By Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 © All Rights Reserved

There is no doubt in my mind whatsoever that Poetry is most certainly a Divine Gift..It has been a catalyst in every aspect of my own Life..From constructing simple lyrics one uses in Music..To telling real stories of our emotional angst..through songs..To eventually moving into deeper textures and shadings as Prose..As I myself matured more in this Life..I began to realize more and more..How Poetry can truly affect each and everyone of us. In some way each day..When its Truth to Power is finally fully understood by us..

We can aspire to better understand this Part of Our Creators Gift to us..Which allows us as Poets to be able to draw a little nearer..Too His more Powerful Language of Life..When He Speaks or Thinks..Everything in Life is Affected..From the simplest to the complex..Yet we who desire or aspire to connect to this Infinite Power..Must approach it with great Respect and even Greater Humility..

For when this Power is unleashed through Poetry..All of its true Beauty begins to bathe all.. Who are blessed to hear, soak or bask in its glow..For it is only then when we finally do get it..We become connected to all we need to know..The Library of Life opens its Books for us to read..We often are allowed to interpret and express through Our words selected so real..The tremendous range of infinite possibilities..Our Creator allows each of us to begin to more fully explore experience and feel..

Chapter Forty Eight
Tears from a Rainbow

So suddenly I wandered
Self absorbed fully lost
in the clothes of my pain
When out of nowhere
appeared a rainbow of steam
rising up from the tears of a
Cloud..Freeing itself from the
Last remnants of a passing rain

It bathed the sky in brilliant hues
that soon..Demanded look at me
Look at me..for I want you to truly see
Forget about everything else it screamed
But please do try and remember me

Do embrace this hasty image of mine
For I too shall so soon
Vanish once again into the mist
For nothing shall soon
remain of me except these
now disappearing vapors..
That can prove that I even exist

So embrace this image so truly fine..
Save this retained vision to be
Stored away by you in this
The real Closet of your lifetime

For I chose you in this day
and in this..Precious moment
in time..To ponder this vision
of me..Dressed in all my vivid
colors so glorious so sublime

For I am just a ghost
Stealing into a moment
of your life’s space
Before I shall rush so
Soon away to visit another
in a different Time and place

Excerpted From The African Journals Vol I
"Things That I would Say to You If I Could"
Copyright 2008 Daton O. Fullard

Shadows of My Soul

From Birth we become fascinated by shadows..
For they do dwell wherever there is any light..
Why do we carry there presence so easily within..
As we dance daily between daytime and night..

When we do not want what we decide to do..To
be seen by all in plain sight..We often will seek..
To conceal our trail..By walking only in the safer
confining shadows of the night..When we know
Most certainly that what we may be doing is
surely..Just this other side of being what is right..

Yet we seek to wear our disguise as shadows..
Which eventually will engulf our very souls..
Trapping us in our prisons manipulation of lies..
We help maintain through self deceit..We dress
ourselves in so fashionable and quite bold..

My shadow has never once abandoned me..
Why because it needs me..To carry it into the
light..It thrives as it survives and eagerly will
express..Such unbridled joy when I so hastily
choose..My own wrong over what it too knows
is so right..

My shadow and I have fought so many battles..
Although I have won some and lost quite a few..
I have finally decided to put away my many
walks..In the darkness of my own shadows..
For today I have committed to place..All that I
will do from now..In the light of my life's plain
view..

For no longer will I seek to hide my behavior..
In worry born out of my own insecurity and fear..
For I have finally defeated my dragon of shadows..
It is such a wondrous and unique feeling..To now
finally begin to see everything..Including myself
So beautiful and for the first time..so truly clear..

Excerpted from "The African Journals" Vol I
"The Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Authored By Daton O. Fullard
copyrighted 2008 ©

From The Front Porch:
The House of Ignorance

"I was born into ignorance but
in ignorance I chose not to remain..
Far greater is Our Creator's..
Growth Within each of us..
When we walk as one..
In this His true Domain..

Sharing His powerful Wisdom..
Wrapped in true elegance of
Words so simple and plain..
Soon leaving behind our prison..
Casting aside our limitations by..
Embracing His Knowledge..
which became a healing much
needed balm for our pain..

seeking His pasture of Freedom
while leaving behind the jail
of our own ignorance's reign..
allowing those who so choose..
to stay behind tightly bound
in their own chaos and chains..

excerpted from "The Creation Chronicles"
Authored by Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 ©


Daton O. Fullard Says...

"Random Thoughts"
Excerpted from The African Journals

Love is improvisation so spontaneous..
Like a Poet slow dancing with words..
Each glowing alive with anticipation..
Knowing and caressing all that He See's..
Which is truly so compellingly profound..
For each struck note is an element..
Imitating vibrating and Emanating these
visible structures of his minds many sounds..
As we daily must touch this ground..

Of pleasures to be tasted touched and heard..
As free leaves airborne circle and soon..
Arrange a canopy of thoughts so beautifully
as his life's rain filled deeds and words..

Art is a Chameleon with so many dimensions
so true..Captured just for a moment Displayed
and expressed as Colors flowing forth from
deep inside of me and you..

Passion is the heat of the moment intense and
so strong..Fleeting after visiting so briefly before
subsiding..As a wave spent before moving on..

Friend is from here to there..Whether up or down
neither round nor square..When one is in need I
know I am blessed indeed for the many ways I
know you will always truly care "Random Thoughts"
© copyright 2008 all right reserved

Music
Every note is part of the Creation alphabet..
a lyrical melodic harmonic song..
of rare Platinum and Gold..
Tis our Tale that must be played and told..
Its very instrument is Our daily Lives..
The sound is Our pleasure to grasp..
to taste embrace and behold..

TV
For me TV is A desert of wasted time..
for it suffocates all it envelopes..
leaving behind only a vast wasteland of
empty minds..When tv rises to become a
garden of promise..with rays of hope radiating
as the Sun's Lifeline..I will be the first to
reconnect..to all that flows from my bloodline

Books
My Favorite Books are Written but are not yet Published
The Creation Chronicles Vol I II III IV V
The African Journals Vol I

Strange Wind Thy Touch is Cold

A breeze once balmy caressed me
So near air so clear so cold
Tis a hint of new storm a brewing
Poised to soon tell a tale ne'r told

From direction soon desirous of need
Land barren of men souls of women
Clasped to rent garments stained of hate
Lacking in honor replaced with greed

Came I upon a route so lacking
Where none with souls touched
By truth nor capacity to care
Oh breeze I screamed do protect
Thy son from that which is so wretched
Soon gathered to no joyous purpose over there

Soon came thy horse drawn carriage
With no visible rider to be seen
Only the wails of those trapped
Forever in vials of hate pickled
In liquored heartless sauce so mean

Sad I stood glued to this moment
No peril no fear shall touch this brow
For my balmy breeze has protected me
As this vessel of lost souls sailed by
When heart warm still flutters
With lighted joy filled soul
Tis such a smile of love still hovers
From Strange wind thy touch so cold

Excerpted from "The African Journal Vol I"
"Things I would Tell you If I could"
copyrighted 2008 Authored by Daton O. Fullard

From The Front Porch:
The Uniqueness of You

With great clarity of sensitivity
Soon awakened with vision so true
Of now past remembrances once released
So considered as images soon arrange
Themselves so hurriedly as spice filled
New racier visions and thoughts of you

So cluttered in narrow time and space
I found such hope willful renewed
As my revived heartbeat now raced
All triggered and fully stimulated with pace
By the uniqueness of your beauty such
Sublime au natural elegance and grace

Oh chocolate thou art true divine
From cashmere skin to lightly
Rouged cheeks ruby red lips now
Silhouetted around my Eros so fine
Velvet covered scantily clad words
Caressing my many thoughts of you
Each one shaken and stirred again
Come so fully alive now in my mind
Oh remembrance of thou once entwined

Fierce coupled passion so wicked entranced
So Erotic so fiery a taste of many
Creams like ebony butter so spread
As soaring tempered emotions run unherded
Once stampeded by lust of wine
Descend stairs as my thoughts once shed
Of you fully collapsed so utterly exhausted
Now fully steamed once perspiring but now
Recovering so wantonly spent in my bed

Oh tis a special event so oblique
Refusing shape or container of form
Determined once again to wake me
Make me arouse so alive newborn

From whence direction came these
Silent thought enclosed footprints
Eclectic wind warm cool and so blue
Carrying a wafting fragrant but slightly
Suggestive and vulgar scent of your sex
Dressed so naked explicit and raw yet
Still so raunchingly clothed only in
The True Uniqueness of You

© copyrighted 2008 Excerpted from
The Poetic Treatise "An Ode To Women Divine"
"Things that I would say to you if I could"
The African Journal vol I
Authored By Daton O. Fullard

My Interests:
Writing Books of Life and Poetry,
Photography is my Mistress,
Videography is the visual images
that flow outward from my Soul,

Music is the Soundtrack of My Life,
Art is all that I am allowed to see
embrace release and behold,

Producing and Directing are my
Geminian Twins Darth and Yoda
Who have watched over me since birth,
My Living Creator and My Family
define My Heaven and Earth,

I drink Life I inhale My Creator and
Exhale myself through My Poetry,
pushing myself for excellence I strive
Technology is My Internet Vehicle
I so enjoy taking out for a drive,

The Ocean is my Blood,
Air is the Father of My Soul,
Fire is My Mother, A special Woman
in the center of my life so bold

The Earth is My connection to My
Mortality it reminds each day not
to waste its Time, Wisdom is my
Favorite Teacher, Understanding is
My Favorite Guide, Knowledge is My
very best Friend, Yet in the comfort
of The Library of Truth that is
My favorite Place to reside and hide,

Dreams
Dreams are my gifts of Flowers..
One does nothing to earn them..
But imagine the beauty hidden in
their seeds so rare..They appear
to dance as music plays..between
a fantasy and reality we share..

An Ode To Women: "The Radiance of You"
Chapter Forty Nine
The Radiance of You

One night as I slept a magnificent Woman..Royally born of Graceful elegance so true..
Came and sat down next to me in my sleep..She then began to describe to me..So well in my dreams the future coming of you..

"She said" Came I as one Daughter of My Creator..From One I have become so many Tree leaves..With so many endless colors I now call..My daughters shall be like rains eternal mist..Glowing forth..Enveloped in a rainbow Dress..Soon to be seen by all..

And to you my son..As so gently I hold your body in my lap..I now place this dream of mine in your head..When the right day will come..It is then when your sleeping words shall awaken..To be set free..They will by you soon have such..A greater need to be spoken and read..

For every woman who is a true daughter of mine shall feel you..For in your dream..I shall hide My Creators still Living Glow..By this His Cloak of Divinity..I now hide in your words..My True Spirit some will finally come to know..

Your Living Words when unleashed..Shall soon become My Life's powerful ray..To help awaken My Daughters to their true possibilities..They each must rise up to become someday..For by these blessed words..Now dressed so well by me..It is you I alone entrust so completely to set free..That you may someday say to them all..For it was I that chose you to send..Among them to lift their Spirits..To un-tether their True inner Radiance..From the dark mean shadows that exploit beckon and call..

So Unleash and let your Spirit Glow..As My Daughters I once gave birth to you all..Allowing each one of you to become..My Glory an a Joy in my sight..To become the very brightest light that your children...and future families will ever come to know..For my hope for each of you..Is now so sealed in these words..Which are that you will each rise up..and do continue to grow..

To become The Future Nubian Queens of tomorrow..By answering today Destiny's.. challenge and call..Go forth and Define for me The Future..You will all soon help to write..So the entire world will soon come to know..Why I have hidden My Divine Radiance..So very well once concealed in you all...

"The Radiance of You"
Excerpted from The African Journals Vol I
"Things I Would Say To You If I Could"
Written by Daton O.Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 ©
An Ode to Women
All rights reserved may not be used copied
or reprinted without written Authorization

No Mountain too high to Climb

He stared in silence at the mirror
As his image soon arranged it self
In this glass like frame of space
How was it he thought that his skin color
So soon became the unwilling icon
Representative of his character’s content
Now enveloped so falsely in the minds
of those in this truly inhospitable place

What manner of men he thought
Could be so unwilling to embrace
His talent knowledge and skill
Yet be so willing to reject him
His ideas intellect and integrity
Solely because of his ethnicity
Outward skin color an race

Momentarily he drifted away
From today this time spent
Now considering His own
present circumstance as he wept
It was then he remembered
No mountain is too high to climb
When one frees himself from the prison
of others shackles of ignorance and
in so doing begins a path lit anew
by creating his own defining steps

He soon remembered an ancient
Story told him as a child about
a powerful African warrior once banned
Left by a jealous and fearful King
who placed him all alone in the desert
With no friends no supplies but the
Sun howling wind and the shifting sand
He soon fondly remembered his powerful
tale of survival as he began to consider
his situation and formulate his plan

The Warrior knew that the sun was a very
fierce unrelenting and powerful adversary
One his strength cunning and knowledge
even his guile could never hope to defeat
For he soon knew that without any water
His powerful body could not ever hope to
survive in this deserts unforgiving heat

The Warrior knew that the wind was very angry
Able to blow howl and scream for days on end
Yet here he was now stranded all alone in this desert
With so little hope no supplies to protect his life or skin

The Warrior first looked all around
with a thirst for any available answers
But at first all he could see was a vast
unrelenting sea of endless sand
He thought to himself that truly in order
to have any possible chance to survive
He would need to very soon come up
with some kind of a workable plan

This Powerful African Warrior soon decided
that the first thing on his list of things to do
was to drop down humbly on his knees
As he knelt down and very quietly began to pray
Because deep in his heart he truly knew
that though all these many things seemed to be
so completely arranged against him
This very proud but now humbled African Warrior
knew inside he needed to survive not tomorrow
but only this sojourn of his first day

The Warrior knew he would very soon need the
greater strength understanding and wisdom
of his Creator from within and above
Yet he still was taken aback afterward
when he opened his eyes and he saw
for the very first time gathered around him
The tiny desert animals he would
so soon grow to fiercely respect then love

For The Warrior knew that in side of
themselves that it was they who truly
held the keys to his survival
Even though he was soon tired
and hungry he decided that they
Would not be the first food
that he would choose to soon eat
He watched them waited and
soon learned what they knew
As they became comfortable with him
and soon lay at ease near his feet

The Warrior studied very carefully their
specific actions he soon mastered
and mimicked their every move
As gradually he began to finally
grasp and understand that this
was truly their home and precious land
For surely he thought them to be
much wiser stronger more cunning
and powerful than he
Because his future and his fragile
life’s balance was now so
completely placed in their hands

They soon taught him how to safely
hide himself from the Sun’s power
during the paralyzing heat of the day
Then taught him how to try and
move about as a friend only in the night
When the Goddess Moon was fully on display

Their constant activity soon led him to
a tiny oasis that he could never have
ever found on his own..It had water
palm dates and some shaded areas
Providing a home for him in the wind blown
midst of this desert world so striking
far far away from all the familiar
things he had once known

He gradually began to realize the things
that he once embraced and knew
Had so precious little utility nor value
in this severe and quite harsh place
Which demanded as payment from him
a new entirely different mindset
Whose life rhythm flowed to a unique
very different beat harmony and pace

Soon his minutes spent became
long hours days became weeks
Months soon became years as he no longer
yearned for what used to be his old home
Strangely he soon found a new sense
of fulfillment he had never before
experienced now somehow come fully alive
in his spirit heart mind and bones

As The Great Warrior reminisced one day
he very fondly remembered
the first greatest lesson that he had learned
from that very first day he had
spent in the desert and on its sands
That if you can not survive the first day
tomorrow can never truly be
a vital part of your life's fragile plans

The Warrior now knew he had come to
better understand the power of the Sun
and appreciate the intensity of its glow
He also had come to understand the harmony
and true cycles of the powerful winds
That were such a vital yet integral part
of this vast deserts ebb an flow

For when he first arrived he remembered
that he did not think that anyone or anything
had a chance of surviving long in this
quite harsh and very demanding place
yet years later here he still stood alive today
somehow he had become living proof
of how The Spirit of Life chose to
survive in him providing some protections
he did not know could even exist
in this vast beautiful almost endless space

Excerpted from the "African Journals Vol I"
"Things I Would Tell You If I Could"
Authored by Daton O. Fullard
Copyrighted 2008 ©

Some of the older Players who raised me would say..
This is the real diddy and the Code of the inner city:

"Confessions of a Gent"

"Before you open that door
to go out to play..Make sure
that you know what you
want your clothes to say..
about you..

Another One of their Ten
Commandments of the Hood was:

Dress well at all times..
Even if you don't have
the latest in Fashion
Still find a way to shine..
What is truly your Passion..

Make sure that what you
select to say is always true..
Make sure what you wear
always looks good on you..

Remember to always rep well
your house and your hood..
A true dressing Man always
makes anything look good..

It is just part of who we are..
What we wear is just another
part of the car..we roll in
What we say and truly believe..
Must always be the Star..
If you ain't willing to play
don't step up to the bar

Always remember who gives
us the very next Breath..
Is the right one to Please..
If we want to first keep
Our Life and Health.."

Just a few of my rules to
live by from a piece entitled
"Confessions of a Gent: U ain't
one if you were not raised
by one" Live well and share..
Truth to Power..!!

The African Journals Vol I
"Things I would say to you if I could"
Copyright Daton O.Fullard 2008 ©
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