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Monday, June 3, 2019

The Greatest of All Time


Muhammad Ali left the world three years ago, the greatest of all time is gone

Muhammad Ali held the world in his hands, the greatest of all time, lives on

I heard the news of his passing, I woke in the middle of the night
I heard the news of his passing, I listened to the stories and cried

Ali, the greatest of all one has died

Of all the heroes I ever fell for, he was the one that was truly alive
The only one I ever prayed for, the only one I thought Could make a difference in our time.

Ali spoke to the heart, he spoke for justice and freedom, he told the truth, he spoke of love

He spoke to the world the same as he fought, he fought for everyone

He spoke in rhythms that dazzled, in words that hurt
           
He floated
                        He stung
                                    Like the butterfly
Like the bee
           
With the symbols of his fame he struck the powers of the world
           
Bumaye

He was a prophet in our time, he praised and he scolded, sharp tongued in his youth

He remained a silent witness in his old age, after his voice was taken from him

I remember the day in 1980 when I heard the news that he had lost

Muhammad Ali lost! Ali would never fight again!

All the kids on the school bus murmured, Ali was not the greatest of all

The world stopped making sense.

Muhammad Ali gave my generation permission to be ourselves, be bold, and brag
            Be good, do right

Muhammad Ali taught us to question, to challenge authority, to shun war

He taught us to risk the things you desire most, to give up titles, and money, and fame

Muhammad Ali let them go for things that matter most to him

Ali taught us to serve the truth, seek justice, do good as long as we draw breath
He was the greatest of all time

Ali handcuffed lightning and put the thunder in jail

His star rose like the sun
Three years ago it set

Muhammad Ali will never be forgotten, for as long as the world shall spin



Given First (as an essay) - 2016.06.04

Monday, October 2, 2017

Observation - October 2nd, 2017, Monday

Observation

There was lightning, and the bright crack of thunder.
At 2:00 am, my cat came to sleep under arm,
Rain was fall hard against the house, against my windows.
Thunder rolling across the city, otherwise dark and quiet.

The news was of a shooting in Las Vegas.
A man with an automatic rifle shooting from an elevated position in to a crowd.
Twenty or more people killed, one hundred more injured.
The shooter himself had been found and killed by the police.
The Sheriff is not giving details.

America is on fire, and breaking apart at the margins.
Storms pound our coasts, and millions of people are flooded;
Without homes, without power, without medicine, without clean water.
The occupant of the oval office is playing golf, and whining.

America is on fire.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

The Greatest of All Time - Editorial, The Week in Review – Analysis, Commentary, Opinion

06.04.2016

The Greatest of All Time

Mohammed Ali has left the world.

The greatest of all time is gone.

Mohammed Ali held the world in his hands.

The greatest of all time lives forever.

I heard the news of his passing when I woke in the middle of the night.

I heard the news of his passing, I listened to the stories and cried.

Mohammed Ali, the greatest of all times has died.

Of all the heroes I ever fell for, he was the one that was really alive, the only one I ever prayed for, the only one I thought could make a difference in our time.

Mohammed Ali spoke to the heart of everyone; about justice, about freedom, he told the truth, and he spoke of love.

He spoke to the world just as he fought in the ring; in rhythms that dazzled, in words that hurt; like the butterfly, and the bee, that became synonymous with his name.

He spoke to the powers of the world; to the principalities and powers; like the prophets he gave praise, and he scolded, he delivered the message in youth, becoming the silent witness as he grew old.

I remember the day in 1980, when I heard the news that he lost a fight.

Mohammed Ali lost!

Mohammed Ali would never box again!

Kids on the bus began to murmur, Mohammed Ali was not the greatest. The world stopped making sense.

Mohammed Ali gave my generation permission to be ourselves, to be bold, and to brag, and to follow it up by doing the things we thought were right.

He taught us to question authority, to shun war, to risk the things you desire; titles, and money, and fame, for things that matter most. He taught us to be servants to the truth, to seek justice, and serve goodness, as long as you draw breath.

The greatest of all time, he was Mohammed Ali, he handcuffed the lightning and jailed thunder.


He will never be forgotten, as long as the sun will shine.