Cosmetic Vibrations fell combining cell to cell molding reality as these Dreams expand in Me…

The Dream Weaver


This intimacy-

Decision’s risking the statusquo of reality Challenges me to be More than-

Too soar higher than…

With no ‘real’ competition in sight I only see the image starring back at me.

In glimpses Eye catches TRUTH before the darkness takes root.

I seal these thoughts into the fabric of this woven Dream…

Shielded against the bombardments of the Doubtful Agents of Disbelief stemming from Self…

Stitching what belief has sown into place knowing there is none who can replace this driven desire too


The Completion of this Tapestry…

During this time of the year when Family, and Friends reinforce their value; We draw back into times spent on experiences which gives Life its unique Flavor… These Memories of Time well spent…



Back to memories of better times seen clearer…

Forward to the present-

Presenting opportunities once only seen behind CLOSED EYE’S.

FURY rises from a state of Patience to rage!

Bringing agitation to the Dormant.

Today has arrived with the refreshing scent of…

“Paint your Day here __________”


Everyday A Celebration!



The Morning touches Eye clouds break to awake the motion of the daily commotion proposing every possibility kissed by the currents of a Dream.

A slowly stitch seem in the fabric of Time to chime the key Notes of the New & Possible.

Possibly becoming cemented in every awaking of Day-


“Chance to Make it…”




The feeling of redundancy displayed I…

Patterns I see showing the same side of Me..;


Feedback maybe what’s needed to inspire,

Too Light this dimming fire..🤔


The aspiration of the Artist seeking for a refreshing.

Something New and Innovative.


What do I say?!

This hidden stressing revolving thoughts that seem to repeat…

“What is the lesson they speak?”

Is it accepting where my decisions have landed Me?

Should I give more of myself so that others may know my Truth?

What to do?

What to say?

Is it my own mind I’m trying to change today?

If so…

What do I say..?

BUILDING with Bricks layer by layer in search of ones Trueself…



The exposed shows flaw’s in need & desperate-

Desperately clinging to the Life given.

Change view-

Now understanding what’s been given.

I release the guilt of lost moments…


Say good bye too regrets.

Change view-


Digging through my Ancestry my Mother found our 1st ancestor of African Origins. She was a Slave of a Plantation owner in Kentucky USA in the 1800’s. I feel her Story must be told… Far from a tail full of Joy, hers is one of many with a tragic ending… I Feel a wanting to know more of 17 year old ‘Lucy’…

THIS is My History:


Recognize this pain felt Generations ago…

Empty memories lost in the Blackwhole of my Soul.

A Truth to this mystery,

footsteps laid by a 17 year old taken cheaply,

Simply reasoned, “I OWN YOU…”

This question I would ask of you dear Lucy…

“What Standard did you live by..?’

‘To take action against your rapest, knowing you would Hang for this..?”

I wish I knew of the self respect born into you that would take back what was taken…

She Died to pay the price of this dignity…

You paid for Me…




FROM — “Early Times in Meade County, Kentucky,” by George L. Ridenour, pp76 – 78:

Tuesday, November 3, 1846, Lucy and Peter of color, the property of Lewis Hamilton were indicted for murder. William Hamilton, the young master of Lucy, came to his death at the hands of Lucy, being stabbed with a butcher knife. On the day after the indictment was returned Peter was discharged. Thursday, Lucy was brought from the jail and a jury was empaneled. After hearing the evidence Henry P. Byrum, a juror, withdrew and the jury was discharged. John L. Helm was appointed by the court to defend the slaves and the court ordered Lewis Hamilton, the owner to pay the attorney $10.

May 4, 1847, Lucy, who plead not guilt, “put herself upon God and her country” and was found guilty of murder by the jury. On Friday of that term of court upon Lucy’s “suggestion and it appearing to the satisfaction of the court” all further proceedings in the prosecution were suspended. John L. Helm acknowledged a $30 fee which the court had ordered Lewis L. Hamilton to pay. At the August term of the court Further proceeding in this case was postponed “on account of the tender age of the child, and with a view of not endangering its life.”

Hon. A. H. Churchchill was judge and William Alexander was prosecuting attorney. In 1847 Judge Churchill, rather than pass sentence upon Lucy resigned his office and Governor Owsley appointed Samuel Carpenter in his stead. May 1, 1848, the sentence of the court was that “Lucy, a slave, on June first next between the hours of nine o’clock in the morning and three o’clock i the evening that the sheriff take the said prisoner into his custody and take her to a gallows previously erected on some public road leading from the town of Brandenburg not nearer than one-half mile and to farther than three miles from the said town and then and there hang her by the neck of her body until she be dead and the Lord have mercy on her soul. A copy of this order and sentence certified by the clerk of this court shall be sufficient warrant to the Sheriff. The court fixed Lucy’s value at $500 and ordered that “upon this sentence being executed that Lewis Hamilton be allowed $500 from the treasury of the State of Kentucky. Thomas J. Gough, sheriff, and Leonard P. Buckman, acting deputy sheriff, carried out the sentence as directed by the court. Lucy had been kept in the old jail – a log structure – on East Hill. Thomas Mills was the jailer at the time. His wife, “Aunt Peggy,” dressed the negress for the scaffold and assisted her to the ox cart, where she was seated upon the coffin in which she was to be buried. The place of the execution was by the old State road on the farm later owned by William Saunders. (William Saunders was the brother of my great grandmother Mary Walker Saunders Shacklett and was married to Aunt Sophie Saunders – who was a Shacklett!) Lucy carried her small child – born in the jail – in her arms on the slow ride to the place of the hanging. A black jack oak served as a gallows. Several thousand people witnessed the execution. Slaved owners for miles around brought their slaves to show them what would happen if they killed their masters. When the offices with Lucy in custody came to the tree, the child was taken from Lucy’s arms, the noose was adjusted and the rope made fast to a large limb and the oxen driven away. Thus the sentence of the court was carried out. The place near the present town limits on the farm now owned by Henry J. Allen is pointed out as the place where Lucy was hanged. This incident and a slave woman’s death from a severe whipping near the present town of Irvington were made use of by abolitionists throughout the country. In the anti-slavery agitation Lucy’s execution assumed national

Descendant- a person, plant, or animal that is descended from a particular ancestor.

A Lost Descendant of..?


Bound by a bond unchosen I just know when I look inside I find the Wealth of wisdom left behind by those who passed through time…

Left scar’s behind from tragic occurence’s…,

They too, did not chose this…

Backed by Hope’s burdened to carry the Dreams of those once free-

Why cant we learn from their footsteps stapled to the past…

Do you know how it must feel to see an emptiness in the spokes of your Family wheel..?

Left to wonder where they began, a trail leading to where I Stand…

Left to question, what blood flows through this Man?

A King, Farmer..?

A Wise one who carried tales of Generations before..?

Have you ever had to question what history is written on the heart carried through each Generation?

Have you ever had to ask a question which has no answer?

Whoms Dream’s do I carry..?




Tomorrow holds Expectations;

Making every passing Today almost unbearable too take in!

Second by Second.

Each Moment bends my Times table tipping point anchored..,

Between the Founding promise framing this gap-


Less frustrations resting in the arms of Patience;

Her hands caressing my ANXIOUS mind…

She Holds me still,

Touching my expectations,

Only too give them up to Wisdom

So I wait..,


For Tomorrow to come…