Three Things You Must Do When Falling From Heaven

Three Things You Must Do When Falling From Heaven

There is an explanation for everything

Even the things there are no explanations for

That’s a little gem an angel gifted me

At least I thought she was she tasted of seraphim

The first thing to remember applicable to all facets of life

Always… always… I mean always keep pen and paper

With you at all times

A fact I understood a bit late

For I should’ve written everything down

No one plans or ever expects to fall from heaven

Until you’re wide eyed and screaming in the middle of your decent

Heaven is a long way from silence to thump

Beware of wings… or any woman with remnants of feathers in her hair

It’s in the smile, the star dust on her lips

Yielding the capacity to catch you off guard

Oh yea! Always keep your guard where it is easily retrievable

There are few things worse than being caught dancing or dining

While leaving your guard at home

And no one will ever tell you what they are

Innocence is a nuclear device wrapped in swaddling clothes

With his face covered up… I learned this the hard way

Practice, practice, practice… You must practice landing…

before you begin to believe there is a sky

before you faith base your fairytales into existence

before you purposefully infect your dreams with promise

this will become the most valuable tool in your arsenal

Impossible… is waiting to acquire a technique

after you’ve been made aware such a technique or skill

may someday be required 

none of us are masters of the pop quiz or listening

understand most stars are too far off to be of consequence

or of any significance when shooting or falling

you will never hear it’s scream

or see first hand the lesson abrupt stops has to teach us

Remember… always yell!

The whispering voices of angels

Are as intoxicating as coal dust from diamonds

The melody will get you got

Laugh! Laughing may someday be as valuable as landing

learn to laugh at yourself

There will be times skill and technique will fail

and laughter will be the only thing you have to help you land safely

Halos are not night lamps

As bright as they are they don’t glow in the dark

Love is a mountain draped in a parachute… It cannot fly

No matter how you center it or how deep you bury it 

Underneath an angels breast

Our fingers are faulty

They will never be able to hold anything as tight

Or as long as we thought they could

Don’t be fearful of letting go

Do not listen for your name to be called… or spoken

Or whispered, or mentioned in your presence

For it will be dark, cold, swollen, dismembered and bloody

Scrapped from the tongues of friends and loved ones

Who tossed it about so many times it will no longer sound

caressed and reverenced as it did some days ago

Hold your head high, let them see the you they knew

Before you became the person someone else’s pain

painted a couple of shades darker, rings around your eyes

a touch of horn showing when you turn your head to the left

Never forget in this America Black men in all historical records

Were disemboweled, gutted and hung… name first

Your character is what they can’t destroy

You will have to brace it for support

Too many knives in back will weigh heavy on your soul

Laugh! Laugh out loud when you finally discover

there will be no safe place to land 

only hands that push, that rip not catch

you will be fine

when falling from heaven… remember

most people fail to believe in its existence anyway

you… you will be fine