Cross swinging from a chain? Sitting in church every Sunday? Giving to the church? Teaching Sunday School? What makes a Christian? As if that matters anymore. The world has written us off as elitist, racist, oppressive, unwelcoming, manipulative, money grabbing, ignorant, delusional…the list goes on. When will we realize that inside we are all the same? Mexican, Russian or African; Christian, Muslim or Jew. Or whatever. We all want to be safe, secure and part of a loving community. Maybe we need to do away with religion so we can concentrate on the spiritual. Love is the common bond for all of us.
Tag: poet
Us and Them
Make lack meandering echoes spaghetti mice swastika rely meek deed pointy hats white robes suit and tie is this me? My race has a history of rape, murder and torture. What is left? Too many t’s go uncrossed. Too many lives get wrecked. Where is the old glory? Was it real, or was it simply a sordid, infected power, built on the backs of Africans, imprisoned, kidnapped and enslaved? What is the path ahead? When will we learn? Too much blood has been shed. Too many nightmares. Too much oppression. Too many suffering, hungry, fatherless children. Who will save them?
Sop
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Leap
Going to the end of the circle,
Breathe in slowly, then out slowly.
Catastrophic habits lead to
Pollution and shorter life span.
Crunch the bones
In your teeth, chew the meat,
Spit out the gristle and fat.
Run to the railing.
See the leopard leap.
Faith
A story, a life, a sacrifice.
A belief in blood,
Atoning for my transgressions.
A body, broken.
A substitute for me.
Yes, I have broken God’s law,
Over and over.
Love has poured Himself
Into my soul,
And I am clean.
Bag
I like to stop.
Drop that lock.
Walk in a straight weeble wobble.
Paint the path with colors.
Meaning in the throat.
Pledge a squeegee to the bag.
Meals for squeals.
Pocket break your tune reap.
Wanted cook old wall develop.
Eel
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Life Reflection
Come, tell me your story.
I’m sure there’s been ups and downs.
Struggles and hardships, but
Also victories and successes.
Yes, there has been fun and giggles,
To balance out the tears.
I feel privileged to say,
Despite life’s disappointments,
There is rewards.
Even though the challenges have been many,
It’s been a good life so far,
And I’m sure there will be
Wonderful times to come.
Mama
Close pat safe and sound
curl up into a baby pose
in the womb where it’s warm
and dark and comfortable
I like being there it’s fun
every need met before you have to ask
nice and cozy
Mama
Sound
Brown red blue green silver purple white how do you like it? Doesn’t matter to me, as long as I have some. Taste it and see. Embrace nonconformity. Come to the edge, but don’t jump off. Just hang there, til your arms get tired, but pull yourself up, while you still can! Curl your toes over a cliff. Swirl your body among the surf. Think about why you’re here. Why am I here? Say that to yourself. There will come a day, when all the leaves will fall and the gates will close. Make the most of what you’ve got. Trust the universe to keep you safe and sound.
