my heaven

after my final breath escapes
when my heart beats no longer
once decision is made for my flesh to enter grave
my heaven awaits

i see gold and gold only
different shades and tints of this majestic hue
it is the coat of all translucent souls
Ancestors covered in glow that shines much louder

love, the only word uttered from spirits’ lips
joy, the only thought we share
melodious drum beat accompanies word and thought
adore i do, the sound of paradise, and its echo

perfumed and flowery scents surround me
waves of fresh bouquet travel, even in absence of a medium
aroma of the sweetest of fruits visit often
to feed the appetites of those who reside here

elation through movement, our ritual
feelings of delight and bliss captured in every shift
connected are all souls in this place
i am now spirit and we are one
in my heaven

© Speaks Beliefs, 2009. All rights reserved.

Angela Marquez writes: “My Black Man”

Black and beautiful
Tall? No but he towers most men’s souls
Strong enough to build my hopes
Yet, weak enough to crumble at a tear
Immeasurable love of life
And life in me he inspires

Deep, rather intelligent young man
Yet, there is no limit to furthering his knowledge
Waves no banner, yet you know he inspires respect.

Oh, that I may praise his soul
He lifts me without knowledge
I’d kiss the ground he stands on
To him I’m bound
For it’s a hellified ground he treads.

Wouldn’t it be heavenly to take off?
Soar when surroundings get to hectic
If he were a man of means
Life would have no hold
For soar he must
Loner, yet my greatest companion
Great that I’d enjoy it forever.

~Angela Marquez, circa 1971

my beautiful mother