Meditation on Being Hueman (for Kobe)

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A Meditation on Being Hueman for Kobe by Greg Powell

(for Kobe) The truth is we all walk through the valley of the shadow of death. And we all have opportunities to experience mountaintops. We have more in common than what we allow to separate us. The hoarders of wealth and power make great effort to distract and scare us away from this simple reality. We want to live in […]

When I Die

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When I Die is a poem written by Greg Powell

When I die It’s going to be a sky like this. Climate change warm December with subtle chill pain and soothing narcotic breeze. An open sky, grey waves upside down. Soft cloud shroud spread over closed eyes lifted in prayer.   If you enjoyed this poem, you may also enjoy Midnight Calling.

Communion on Broken Rocks

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Poem-Communion on Broken Rocks by Greg Powell

depression had me bound. I didn’t know what to do/ yearned for nothing. walked the lakefront, edge of jagged rocks and risen waters enraged by winds manifest from cloudless sky. contemplating swim to the other side or to nothing at all. in my head, a scream to God carried away by winds and waves before reaching His ears. will chilled […]

Storm

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Storm a poem by Greg Powell

The storm is coming The storm is here No time for trifling No time for fear The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love live love The imps are winning The imps are bold Never satisfied With what they stole The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love life love What you reap You got to sow The […]

P.O.T.S.: The Diagnosis, Part 1

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P.O.T.S. A Satirical Perspective by Greg Powell

P.O.T.S.: The Diagnosis, Part 1 These are perplexing times in the USA. Especially for people of color, thinking women, immigrants seeking legal asylum, and decent human beings. A man who embodies practically everything we teach our children to be wrong, sinful, and stupid…actions and verbiage that would definitely lead my wife to impeach my child and sentence him to time […]

Shut It Down

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Perspective from Greg Powell, Shut It Down for Being Hueman

Shut It Down Old school jams are pulsing from barbershop speakers. The television screen is silently playing an old Will Smith shoot-em-up. Bad Boys I think. The buzz and percussion of electric and manual clippers blend with music and man chatter: a sound that takes me back all the way to childhood with my dad, rest in peace. Now I’m […]

Dear LeBron, A Son

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Greg Powell for Being Hueman writes Dear LeBron, A Son

Dear LeBron, A Son, I take this prerogative as an elder. I see you as a son. I see every young black man as a son. I cannot imagine your life, nor should I. I only celebrate your utter excellence. You stand on shoulders, consciously. You do more mind work even than your immense body work. You are Oscar. Russell, […]

Graces in Small Places

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Graces in Small Places by Greg Powell

Graces in Small Places (A Song of Praise) Jah Love is intimate More than we appreciate Beyond what we orchestrate What we need to liberate Higher inward elevations Fruit bearing meditations Jah soul ministrations Day by day salvations Jah give graces in small places Shared love across all faces Wisdom dropped from ageless ages: The Ancient of Days. The breath […]

Stepping Out

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Stepping Out by Greg Powell, Founder of Being Hueman

Stepping Out Won’t stop can’t stop rocking it hot until I drop, Navigating brain in wormhole train through cosmic slop, Living water lyrical hieroglyphics good to last drip, Viberanuim in cranium conjure ships for the trip, Rev up prophetic propulsion and let it rip, Sankofa rocket in pocket/ laser holster on hip, Channel Black planet power pulsing through rhymes, I […]

Midnight in the War

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Mama and Midnight in the War Greg Powell

Midnight in the War Midnight in the war. automatic shots pop funereal percussion. No blood flow, yet. Just crazed metallic chatter from mouths of babes. and tear drops from torn sky. Daddy P labors into night pouring sweat and time into black hole of credit trap, leaving Mama nervous, spirit suspended over crossfire of the deceived. she getting old and […]