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    MT. HOPE (a monument to men)

    Carved facade
    Etched in granite stone
    Above such wonder
    Birds have flown
    Using as a beacon
    The sculptor's curves and breaks
    Comforted by the warmth
    The stone radiates

    Monuments of glory
    They have never sought
    Writing of love, war, racism, sexism
    The by products a manic society
    Hath wrought
    Yet strength prevails above
    Their modesty
    For collectively
    They are whom men with pen
    Aspire to be

    He who Watches
    Above the valley green
    Producer of proclaimations
    And prophectic reams
    Words that stir the blood
    And eases one's sorrow
    His scroll buried at Nag Hammadi
    To be unearthed tomorrow

    To Bee
    Or not 2Bee
    That is not the question
    But a declaration
    A promise
    A destiny
    "Ne Cede Mails"-Do not give way to evil
    The Bronx County Motto
    As pilgrims trek to place flowers
    Upon this Master Scribe's Grotto

    And who with ears
    Cannot be pulled by persuasion
    When Carlos the Wise
    Begins and ends thoughtful dissertation
    Such versatility is his pen
    His words are translated into
    Spanish, French, German, and Mandarin

    I.C. a rainbow
    Above the a hopeful scene
    As a Million Men March
    Wrapped in the colors red, black and green
    So courageoues in his firey diatribes
    The C.N.N. of the Artist Lounge
    The Proud Black Scribe

    As the Northern Lights appear
    The Magi nears
    Bringing scripts
    Of gold
    Myrrh
    And frankincense
    His range diverse
    From humorous
    To intense

    And as the sculptor
    Nears completion
    He chisles an inscription
    Perfectly placed to catch
    Light of both sun and moon
    Easily read from the far reaches
    Of Neptune

    "And here we commemorate the men among men,
    Whom with pen have forged a new direction,
    Yet they would not be known
    If not for the Ladies of the Lounge protection,
    Thus, there is no need for a monument to them
    For the Ladies are the Blood of the Poetic Vein
    And the ink of the pen"

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    • 1 January 2011
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