Letter to my son

 Son,I write to you.

There is a place 

Under the sun 

That is no go zone!

Dont be curious,

You will soon understand.

I pray that your mama raises you

With both hands.

Under the sun,

There is a place not kind to man

Or man kind

There is a place where blue fades,

And black burns.

There,human will is tested

And dreams are burnt to ashes.

Under the sun,

There is reason

There is mission

And there is conviction.

Still under the same sun,

There are shadows

There are temptations

And addictions.

Without the first three

You can never be free.

Under the sun,

Man is bullied by his sexuality

And determined by his tenacity.

Factories for men are closing down.

Endangered,

Look after your mother and woman.

As I sign off son.

Freedom may never cease to seem  free.

This is for you and the victim men spirit.

Rise and fight.

Change begins with choice

Are you ready to be a Man?

© Titto Mutny

Heart like a Feather.

I hope your heart will be a feather.

And your mind free like air

Your thoughts, like open space

That everything will be cool 

And calm like a pool.

Then, now 

You feel better.

Your heart is a feather,

And your mind free like air

Your thoughts, open space

And all is cool & calm like a pool.

You are now free from life's push & pull.

Titto Mutny

Dying Flame

I just need a moment

To stop and heal

And get in touch with my dying flame.

I have old wounds that are hidden inside

Unhealed wounds waxed with pride

I would strip to the wind and be vulnerable

But it won't care but hide,

It’s unavailable.

My oxygen has put me on an emotional lockdown.

And so I burning out
Wholly and completely.

I have to be alone 

On my own.

For a moment

Though burning out

I want to be born again. 

Yours Sincerely

Welcome me in your mind
Hear me in your thoughts
I haven't fallen in love with your face
I have fallen in love with you
Hold me close
With every pulse
I intend to live in your memories forever.

Titto Mutny

A Seed

I got a seed in my hand
A seed in my mind
A seed in my words
And a seed in my thoughts

A seed has a dream
A seed has a tree
A seed has to dream
For a seed to be a tree

A seed can be a seed
A seed can be a weed
A seed can be a tree
And tree can be a forest.

I got seed in my hand
And a seed in my mind
A seed can be anything.
A seed can be everything

©Titto Mutny

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)