resident mockery give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight & velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich Mandala
for me & you & for your silky pillowed house
a head, wisdom & a bed
Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee
We used to believe in the good old days
We still receive In little ways
The Things of Kindness & unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prison
w/in a jail, w/in a gaol, w/in a white free protestant
Maelstrom
We're perched headlong
on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death
on the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us
We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
& love we must, in beds of rust
Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems
To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning & fight for such unusable standards
while weeping maidens show-off penury & pout ravings for a mad staff

Resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight and velvet hour
We of the arabic pleasure's breed
We of the sundome and the night.

Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night

Give of color
hundred hues
a rich mandala
for me and you

and for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
and a bed

Troubled decree
Resilent mockery
has claimed thee

We used to believe
in the good old days
We still recieve
In little ways
The things of Kindness
and unsporting brow
Forget and allow