I am Reality’s angel
resting on the broad shoulders of discovery
the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target
ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you
there is a creator of all things
He is just and patient
many still have fallen into the masses of shadow
wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy
I have seen grown men fall like rose petals
and weaklings rise into unjust leaders
forever the follower of furtive evil
dominating only to remain inferior
the most important answers lie in the unseen regions
where no sense can fully give assurance
the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn
grows weary because of the distance it must take
and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates
it is knowing we are seeking something far
that could very possibly not exist,
that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense
it is knowing all we really think we know
and yes—even a lie
all that has been written thus far rests under my wings
under the warmth in which you refuse to feel
can you believe in me—
though I am completely unseen?
how much more difficult would it be to see
This poem wants to make a change . . .
To be a strong yet silent raised fist in Mexico, 1968.
To stand at a window w/a shotgun writing the words
“By any means necessary”
To sit in at a lunch counter in Birmingham, Alabama
Until it is read
To start a breakfast program in Compton, California
In order to feed hungry minds
To stand up for its rights in Akron, Ohio and shout,
“Aint I a poem?”
To integrate an all white book store under protection of the National Guard
And when George Wallace says to it,
“You will not enter unless it’s over my cold, dead, body. . .”
This poem will gladly take him up on his offer
But now this poem feels that perhaps it is too militant,
Maybe it and Spike should just “Do the Right Thing” . . .
Take the hand of other poems deep in the South Georgia woods and lead them to freedom
Under cover of night-light
Take its brothers and sisters out of the man’s world and
Into Aaron’s “Boondocks”
Play its own music, live in Jamaica and
Grow Nappy Locs
Start a union with A. Phillip down at the docks
Be read by Martin while being pelted with rocks
Find out what would happen
“If Beale Street Could Talk”. . .
This poem will get accused of “Ego Trippin” but
will not take it personally, declaring,
“And Still I Rise”
It will invite other poems to a free concert headlined by
Marvin, Stevie, Chuck D, and Black Thought
It will do what it should, not what others think it ought
This poem will be munificent . . .
Will give because so much has been given to it
Will do because so much has been done for it
Will be able to sit down because so many others have
But this poem can not sit still for long
Because this poem has been disenfranchised . . .
This poem was told there is no longer a need
For affirmative action
only to have it replaced with definitive inaction
This poem cast a vote in Florida,
only to be told that it did not count
This poem observed its commander in thief, fly over rising waters in the Lower Ninth Ward
just to keep his feet from getting wet
This poem watched its country expand our “melting pot” to include all types of ingredients,
Then scrape the black off the bottom of the pan . . .
and send it back to Haiti on a raft
This poem has been pulled over for being DWI
(drafted with intelligence)
This poem was profiled at Hartsfield Airport,
And made to take off it’s . . . blues.
This poem never planted any genus of Bush,
It’s not concerned with whom you marry,
Nor does it desire to trade the blood of young soldiers for oil, but look what it got
This poem wants 2 b a revolutionary . . .
Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings
TIME TO SCREAM!
Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
White board…names written hori-
To go pee…right when class starts –
THAT’S just wrong…
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!
Not using lunchtime to do
No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-
The Family That God Gave to Me
I think about the family,
that God gave to me...
And think about where
they'll spend eternity!
I think about the good times,
that we've had.
And the trials we've faced...
Both good and bad!
God helped us to overcome
And proved his faithfulness...
Today and forever!
He showed us the Godly path,
that we should follow...
And promised to be with us!
Today and tomorrow!
He's proven how
much he loves us!
And how much that he
cares for us!
Thank you my lord,
for all you do!
Where would we be?
If not for you?
You've proven yourself
over and over again!
Thank you so much,
for being our friend!
By Jim Pemberton
What Is This Church All About?
Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?
They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth... Can they give it?
I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!
We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!
May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!
Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”
God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know… Do we really believe the Bible?
He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
to enter heaven’s gate?”
May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!
May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
our #1 possession!
“Unless the Lord builds the house.”
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God!
May his presence completely fill it!!
By Jim Pemberton
Many In Church Don’t Know of God’s Power!
There’s many people who attend church on Sundays.
And yet don’t really understand what God’s word says!
Many get excited when the church has a “coffee hour.”
But few really have a desire to experience God’s power!
Prayer time is too often just a few words that are said.
They sing a good tune, but many are “spiritually dead.”
An evangelist comes to town, and many rush to see him!
It’s almost like they want to “bow down” before him!
I’m not here to look for a preacher to get me “excited.”
I want to experience the power of God, that he’s provided!
If I need a drive thru restaurant, I don’t need a church to do it!
When it comes to knowing God’s power… Many refuse it!
It’s only the power of the Lord Jesus, that can raise the dead!
It’s only through knowing his word, that we can truly be fed!
If you want someone to stroke you ears, you’ll find them!
Many will say what you want to hear! You probably know them!
But if you really want the power of God to really change you!
You need to seek his presence! And allow it to touch you!
If you can’t find it in a church building, get into a prayer closet!
There’s a move of God that’s stirring! But many have lost it!
Seek the Lord while he may be found! And enter into his presence!
The Holy Spirit wants to fill you with power! And is omnipresent!
Please come Lord Jesus, and forgive us of our sinful living!
May we enter your courts with a heart
of praise and thanksgiving!
We need you Lord Jesus! May we lift your name up higher!
And seek to be filled with your Holy Ghost’ fire!
By Jim Pemberton 10/09/13
At Church, We Talked About the Holy Spirit!
At church, we talked about the Holy Spirit.
And discussed how to be guided by it!
We discussed scripture and God's power!
And how we need his spirit... This hour!
We learned about how the Holy Spirit moved long ago.
And how we need it now! To nourish our soul!
It seemed like no matter what we decided
We knew the spirit's power has been provided!
Rather than just all of us talking about it...
Isn't it about time, that we really experience it?
The disciples of the Bible were empowered from on high!
They boldly proclaimed God! And were not shy!
It's almost like the church today is somewhat defeated!
Because the Holy Spirit's work isn't completed!
How can anyone experience the Holy Spirit within?
When so many hang on to unrepentant sin???
If you're one, who's hanging on to a denomination...
Is God's spirit part of your life's foundation???
Won't you take the time to wait on the spirit's presence!
God is powerful! And is loving and omnipresent!
Talk is cheap! Submission to God's spirit is the key!
To help you in life! And give you the victory!
Won't you come now? And enjoy the spirit's fullness?
It will bring you joy!
And complete wholeness!
By Jim Pemberton
It's A Pleasure to Really KNOW Jesus!
Often people get in trouble for deviant activity.
This often shortens their life's longevity!
As people strive or pleasure in so many things...
They don't think of the heartache this often brings!
Many seek pleasures, but are never fulfilled!
Often becoming self centered, and stubborn willed!
The "excitement" they want, doesn't last very long.
Soon, they don't know where they really belong!
If it's the thrills and joys of life, you've been spending...
Isn't it about time, that you just stop "pretending?"
The pleasure many want will NEVER be there!
Is anyone really listening? Does anyone care?
If it's pleasure many want... Look no more!
We are what Christ' love is really meant for!
Jesus Christ gives the best pleasure we'll find!
He's faithful, honest, graceful and most kind!
Isn't if about time, you let him turn you around?
And let him put your life on a solid ground?
He can do it now! By the power of his shed blood!
And truly bless your life! From heaven above!
I'm so thankful to him, for the joy he brings!
He is God! And can provide ANYTHING!
By Jim Pemberton
She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...
Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,
'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'
That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-