One Joy

I have this one joy,
that takes me over the moon,
With every sunrise,
It blossoms like a bird of paradise.
My joy is like a flower,
Even if I fell into a pit deep,
Full of sorrow and guilt
My joy would never wilt
Instead,
Like a giant broomstick
It would sweep away my sorrow
Making way for a better tomorrow.
My one joy is Christ,
Those who touch my heart,
My family and friends.
You are my One Joy.

©Titto Mutny

My black is beautiful

My black is beautiful
From the color of her skin
To the texture of her hair
To the length of her strands,
To the breadth of her smile.

To the stride of her gait,
To the span of her arms,
To  the depth of her bosom
To the curve of her hips
To the glow of her skin
My black is beautiful

She cannot be denied
She cannot be contained
Only I can define it
I look at her
And my souls cries out
My black is beautiful

And so today
I speak it out loud
I put it out there
I declare it anew
My black is beautiful

To my brothers,my cousins
My nephews and friends,
Whether celebrated or denigrated
I speak it for you all when I say again
My black is beautiful.



Andrea Thompson(edited)

Short and Sweet

Whenever I talk to you,
It’s like my heart wakes up
To eavesdrop on our conversation
Like a baby in a womb
It kicks because it’s eager
Like the dumb Zechariah
It wanna speak again
My heart is eager of what will be of US.

©Titto Mutny

We are like wolves burning our tails

As we go down this road on doubt,

As we go down this road profound

As we burn out in the dark night

Only sacrifice is what makes this journey worthwhile.

For we are like wolves burning our own tails

With the hope to keep the darkness away.

©Titto Mutny

Sinking Great

The sun is furious
The moon in hideouts
They are both hurting
Their tears flooding
This pain is baked
Their vessel’s wrecked
They are going down
They are sinking great
Nevertheless
They do not regret

©Titto Mutny

Bird without a nest

I'm a bird without a nest
A cage is my home
I know little about freedom.

I am a bird,free
But not entirely free
My heart is my freedom
And not my wings.
Freedom is the song I sing
And the joy it brings
If I can dream
And flap my wings
Then what is freedom to me?
I am a bird without a nest
I can sing
I can swing
Tell me,
What is freedom?

©Titto Mutny

Destination Finale

And finally I am
A free soul.
A clean soul
After an overwhole
Untouched
I am unpertubed
Coming down on a free fall

Finally I am
A free spirit
A clean spirit
Without  limit
Untouched
I am unpertubed
Turning down my heart beat.

©Titto Mutny

#no textbook apologies