I miss Howard on the radio and this little piece is autobiographical and funny and sad. He talks about how white people suck and how he got his ass kicked as a kid. I am going to learn martial arts very soon...I am going to scare away all my childhood monsters with some good ass kicking skills.

Fired in a New Direction

I am fired
into new directions
with a Little Winged Angel and a Fallen King.

Take one foot forward with a soft step and
look to the left.
What is right?
It doesn’t even have to cross your mind.

With my little white and cream spotted dog who sits beside me,
we are both headed to the left.

When life tests our patience or
I am not patient…I have trouble waiting
for the fruit to ripen...at these times,
I am a king whose thrown has been flipped upside down. Yet,

I still feel the little winged angel
who flies above tall buildings.

Do you believe me?

We can learn to move swiftly
on a day like today
when the sky is purple and yellow.
We can move with the beauty of the earth
when we trust life
regardless of the lack of security we may feel here.

When life tests your patience, or
you are not patient with life can you
still feel the crown of your head radiate?

Today, I can digest adventure.
I don’t need to jump
off a cliff.

We move below a purple, blue, and yellow sky
when we fly with refreshed emotions.

Lit up by a new direction---I can see
with vision.
We are not the only ones who plan our lives.
When we move gracefully with openness to each evolving day,
we can hang onto the fire that has erected before us.

I am standing in the middle of an spread out path
in front of clear waters
as blue as the sky that rests behind us.

I see a glow above my head; light is emitted
when I put one foot slightly in front of the other
wearing pale yellow tights and a fire engine red mini dress.

I recognize this: we can trust our guts
when our feet are rooted
on a brave and self-reliant path.

A Magical Woman and The Magician

When we come out from the clouds, we can manifest a creative power
with at least one hand…with just one branch surrounded by fallen leaves
a new cycle is born
when a firmly held stick is held away from the fog and
points upward.

Even when the sun disappears, heat vanishes, and your white horse is stolen, or
all the sunflowers you planted died because the soil dropped
between the cracks of the brick wall where you planted the seeds,
we can shoot up toward the sky.

Please try to remember this: when a sharp blade pricks you,
you can still manifest your power.

The Magician actively engages his dynamic creative energy.
---the force which creates is here---on earth.
When I am him, I am surrounded by deep red and thick white tulips
in full bloom. I can create dynamic heat
with a table full of tools; metal, silver, wood, or gold
---it doesn’t matter what I make---do something with your pain.

Earth’s life grows from the ground; it also falls and hangs
with grace from the sky. The creative force is rooted; still
---even in the scorching heat of day—so, please
hold a tool up high that extends into the heavens.

If you can take-in-arms the change
tossed into your cup
---even when you are kneeling down with your knees digging into concrete---
you can appreciate the joy that springs from an balanced flow.

While standing in front of a pregnant moon inside a bubbling midnight ocean,
a magical woman stands in the ocean.
She has dark, orange, curly, wild, long hair.
She lights the way at night with a candle
so he can understand;
intuit, master, and create
there is a halo afloat directly above your head.

A magical woman is she who seeks to uncover
your unknown positive vibration, while
The Magician is the man who works with tools, to
activate a dynamic creative force.

The reality of this magic is a connection
rich with giving and receiving; no blocked energy exists here.