Come with me my Brother,
to a secret place where Light and Shadow line the face with fear and grace,
leave sophmoric style, wry smile and sly bile on the road of your forgotten mile,
sick sarcasm is the symptom of envy, a pet to your heart destroyer,
such artifice and malice have no language in this room of roasted dreams,
Enter through the damaged door, touch the destruction of vandals,
you have never been here before, where gold blood cuts the floor,
do you see how the walls move like squalls at our approach,
feel how they tell stories with the sensations of defeat, anxiety, impropriety,
in here we witness a collection of seperate yet synthesized segments of Self,
childhood torment, shallow manhood, virility limp as stolen victory,
underachievement, the underbelly of your arrogance, flacid like placid passion,
We journey further into this gallery of emotional gallows
smelt by the hurt of innumerable adavances
repelled by the demands of Quality,
you will writhe wildly
from the harrowing healing leeching into your concepts of self control,
graceful in absorbtion of Truth's attrition,
fruitless ambition shall now cling as cleaving contrition,
your face Brother, look long into the shimmer of sorrow become the old,
tattooed you are like a snake's skin checkered and beautiful
with scaled episodes of submission and aggression, dying to be Divine,
I want you to know that there is no exit of ease from this place Brother,
we trek within your very Soul,
this is the home and harbor of everything you've decided to be,
there are other rooms here, some of joy and some of strife,
but you leave not the Truth Room of your anger
until the Light finds no fault in your intention -
A burst of white light
gamma rays, overbearing
a flash of brilliance
burns through to my soul
everything is like hell
the world starts to melt
in the blink of an eye
just the cold blackness
I don't care if I am not again
what I once was, for at this moment
I am greater now
than ever before
I took the path between
teetering, tight roping walking
right up to my right
divined in my unholy state
I thought I told you
I am your king
still you sit there, hesitating
I know you hate me
what does that mean?
I hate just about everything
still I'm chosen
I did not wish before
now bow down to me
refuse me no more
for I shall always be your demon
until you accept me as your King.
I don't even know you
though you say we used to be
best of friends, you and me
the day you ditched me
I remember now
exactly how it played out
back when we were just tiny things
even back then I still was King
you thought me stupid
just a ruse
I would laugh inside, you see?
not one of you single, mean people
ever even knew me
in a world, mostly seen to me
that is why only I can be your true King
and bring forth a new source
of light everlasting.
As two worlds collide slowly aligned
one wrapped in shadows
one bathed in white
evils swirling in the clouds above
I'll always be the king you love
to hate or despise as in your blood
I thought I told you, I am the one
I am the way, the way out shall be shown
breathe in my spirit as it carries you away
breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space
and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough
higher than you've ever dreamed of
for I am king now, and your in my hell
your in my imagination, I'll just never tell
you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now
if you try and see
you were always found the most
shared in the light cast upon me
the last bright star in heaven.
Denounce my name, if you may
One year later, still not afraid
A black sheep, a darkened spade
That's just life, I'm not right
I'm in the wrong, follow along
Like a piper, I'll pitch a song
Mesmerized, the weak wills sing
I thought he told you, he's still our king.
High on the Normandy cliffs
Looking out over Pointe du Hoc
As cold Atlantic winds whisper out
The names of the brothers I left behind
Now only fine marble monument shadows
Dot the trenches and empty emplacements
As the final testimony of the fallen
Still ringing frightened with those desperate voices
Proclaiming both their lives and death
That they were ever here…
In the emerald hills of Collville Sur Mur
I can still hear the phantom naval shells screaming
Underneath the crying of men
Pulverized and dying in their comrades arms
All for the belief of the land from which they hail
While the roaring waves wash the still bloody sands
In and endless and rending cycle
That silent cacophony of brother and foe
Call out to me still for comfort and aid
Asking only to be remembered…
An Oracle, ‘’ a cautionary tale’’
The man was called upon to help he went, heart full of love, not his own
but (put there) questions and laughter..are (you surely sent) then test the
spirits was a teaching the ‘‘executive Minister’’ applied, an overriding
rule his intent! Journey down to a little old hall, seemed to rub them up
wrong yet trying (to answer that call) started to early was often the slot
to preach, a new understanding of Christians this treatment did teach, as
the Deacon changed leaders amid small slights and large. Till late in 1991
the Holy spirit took charge..! Psalms 36 verses 1 to seven thru, (n k j)
taking this note to the executive was what he must do, and feeling in a
a condition of de ja vue, just wrote outreach name not feeling worthy
and not wanting to lay blame. 3 months later the Deacon saw red, took
a knife half cut off brother in laws finger a shame, step down the testing
preacher then said, still attending church meetings and opening halls
rolls 10 years on, & the full fulfilment now calls. His son argues with blood
uncle.. Ex-Deacon arrives kills this brother with a shotgun over another
he drives, also shoots him a no more (progeny shot) then he goes to the
slammer to await his lot.!
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
For the Glory of God & ^Rick Parise’s Oracle contest, I see that this
Contest was not the idea of a man. But Rick is being used to set the
Stage to show Gods prophetic power, the above is a true story I knew
All of the people involved, I believe that this contest fits the saying
That all hidden things will be brought into the light, I have no
Personal knowledge of Rick, yet you would be forgiven for thinking we have
dreamed this opportunity up..! (I submit this work as Gods entry)
God Gives Us Brothers and Sisters For A Reason!
God gives us brothers and sisters for a reason!
As children, we have each other, throughout the seasons!
We laugh and play together and do all sorts of things…
Often not realizing what the future of life brings!
As kids, we often share whatever life may give us!
And stick together, no matter what trials may face us!
But, as we grow older, too often, we part separate ways.
And lose any contact with each other for countless days!
I’ve seen all kinds of things tear families all apart.
Often, there’s some kind of
unforgiveness of the heart!
If you, and your siblings, have reached a separation…
May you seek Jesus for
a Godly reconciliation!
As family, whatever divides, must be lifted up in prayer!
Where two or three are gathered… God is there!
Just think about what the family unit has become!
The love of Jesus must be what binds us all as one!
Getting along as a family, is more than just a “feeling!”
The blood of Christ needs to bring an “inner healing!”
The family that each of us have,
may not be here tomorrow!
Are you one who’s holding on to bitterness and sorrow?
May the words of Christ help us all to get along!
That through HIM, our families
will be STRONG!
By Jim Pemberton 10/20/13
I Know of Someone Holding Unforgiveness!
I know of someone holding unforgiveness!
This has led to a life of much bitterness!
Toward his brother, he’s held on to a grudge.
From his viewpoint, he won’t even “budge.”
No matter what God’s word has clearly spoken…
He’s walked with a heart
that’s been broken!
His son prayed that God would speak to him!
That he would forgive, so God could heal him!
Forgiveness is a powerful thing to do!
If you want God’s mercy to
flow through you!
We’re not called to “hold back,”
the love God’s given!
Through Christ shed blood…
We’re all forgiven!
May the love of Christ come and touch us!
It’s no secret how much God
really loves us!
Please come Lord Jesus! And touch our soul!
May we express your love, wherever we go!
May God’s gentle love, be what always binds us!
HIS words; “love one another,”
do remind us!
By Jim Pemberton
Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
sit, talk, get to know me
for I am not my skin and
even though the tan pigment
I am my heart, thoughts
and actions,reflection of
A car accident took
my Homies brother this morning
and as we sit and talk to him
now, through faded room mourning
Young man, stole pop’s keys
from sleeping pockets
joy riding with friends
headlights beaming, MN
summer star sky gleaming
Dad's unaware, boy & friends left
till woke, by early morn’ meeting
God opened the skies and took
two good ones away
I felt it rained, clouds crying briefly
for them today
70 miles an hour, Murderapolis streets
took two good homies heartbeats
jus’ a mile away, a close
friend heard the tires screech
Driver yells to him, “get a knife & cut me out!”
Neighbor, like doe eyes in headlights
filled with doubt
ends up dying after all
at the hospital
down 29th Ave and McKinley St.
Two of the Five Souls involved
God, now, does keep
I recall seeing the drivers smile
less than one week ago
why Mista Watkins & White Jr.
was it yo’ time to go
your loved ones may never know
We don’t always understand
the Lords plan
but He surely knows
heartache and sorrow
is how July fourteenth does go
two significant young Southside sons
at 3:30 am, drove into a utility pole
crushed glass ridden streets
two homies, with us no mo’
I pray Jesus be with them
as they grieve, and friends
surround them with the love
car accidents & tragedies
close to home to you
tend to place things in perspective
defrost a persons mind
set it into view
cuz’ its not about the color, of
your skin, or where you came from
it’s the way you impact the world
in the end, who you’ve grown to
the lives lost, were good peoples
Stood for good values like Church steeples
vibrant athletic youths of the future
barely 14 & 17, gone too soon
I hear the sad, cry, lonely night of our
Murderapolis streets, claim
two more young heartbeats
you will forever be remembered
and loved, keep an eye on us
from above, we know you’re
in a better place, were all running
an impossible to win race
for we all have a time card to punch
under the Lords undying grace
your Influence and charm, young men
is locked within us
and we shall all party again
in the Kingdom of Heaven
our final resting Place
7/15/2010: R.I.P.- Patrick Watkins (17) & Duane White Jr. (14)- South Side, Minneapolis, MN
you are forever loved and missed, but not forgotten, watch us from Heaven, Amen
I’m not the kind of person I need to be!
There’s too many problems inside of me!
I’m not the kind of person you’d want to know…
I’ve too many worries and a troubled soul!
I’m the kind of person who has a lot of stress!
Lately, my life has been one big mess!
I’m the kind of person who doesn’t have a friend.
You listen to me now…
But may never see me again!
I’m the kind of person who’s gone through pain!
I wake up some days,
and don’t even know my name!
I may not be the kind of person you’d
want to be around.
I may get discouraged, and “get you down.”
I’m the kind of person who’s giving Jesus a chance…
I know he loves me! Whatever the circumstance!
I’m the kind of person who needs a lot of prayer!
I know that God listens! And is always there!
Please help me Jesus! That I may be set free!
May it be your love that others will see!
Thank you Jesus! For being my savior and friend!
You’re someone that this person can always depend!
I’m not the kind of person that Jesus wants me to be!
That’s why I need more of HIM!
And LESS of me!
By Jim Pemberton
Lord… I’m Thankful For My Dad!
Lord, during this special day, I’m so glad…
For giving to me such a special dad!
He’s been very thoughtful and kind!
Fathers like him are very hard to find!
I remember growing up with my brothers…
He was special to us, like “no other!”
As a young boy, he taught me God’s ways.
And I’ve kept it throughout my days!
I’ve often sought his advice and counsel…
Especially when life
was looking “awful!”
He was there to give support
the best he could.
Trying to help the best way
I suppose now that I’m growing old…
I’m remembering more things that my dad told!
“My father is one in a million.”
Is what I believe.!
Many blessing from him
I have received!
May the blessings of God daily surround him!
I’m so thankful that my mother found him!
Thank you Lord for giving to me a dad like this!
May his days ahead be happy
By Jim Pemberton
I can't hear the words as they come from my mouth
I can't hear the screams as they work their way out
As I write all is seen is a blur and blank moment and
Once recovered sensed the words were written,not
Even a look to see what was written only to know it
Was there.Sleepless night,taunt filled faces horde my
Dreams.Have this made me fall so low no longer am I
Am I able to stand on my own to feet.How many times
Will you make me cry before claiming only to being a
Witness in a crime,your crime. Putting on that face
Working the crowds with amazing easily,how I hate you
Yes all the thing I think about revolve around you.
How many times have I witness myself wound my self
With your blade? As though under a spell doing as order
Without a cry to the world what made me so diligent ?
But no longer can you be a witness,No longer can I be
A witness to these crimes that been committed.Be us both
Sinners be us both lovers be that we both be cursed
We shall witness our sins become whole and the love in
Which we share spread further and further like the flames
Of hades. May there be peace for sinners in the next world.
We are both witnesses and at the same time
We are both sinners one day to become consumed by our
Own darkness how far will we fall until that moment comes?
May we be good may we be bad may we fall may we live may
May we die or carry on we are the Witnesses We are the Sinners
To this world and the next.
A day in the country
I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!
I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.
I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.
10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs
Every veteran is a casualty
Whether it’s in body, mind or spirit.
Because War is the worst obscenity,
Ruining both General and Private.
Until War becomes an anachronism,
We’ll feel always threatened by: anarchy,
Terrorism, and social entropy.
So we fight because were patriotic,
Or to secure our standard of living.
Feeling traumatized and idiotic--
Since we survived, there is no forgiving.
We can’t escape our fear of “the others”
Until all men see themselves as brothers.
a trumpet sounds
but refuses to blare
it just doesn't know
how to harm
what it takes
to infect the living
out last the past
bond brothers and sisters
as it loses
to a force
because the vibration knows god
and is ONE
and though human imperfections
sit in the shadows of it's path
and forever will
we choose to destroy
but how can we concentrate
on methods of malcontent
when god sits at our breakfast table?
as father urges child
"stand on two feet!"
he tolls the bell
as we lay on deaf ears
he loosens ties with anger
as the path warns and wears
driving this cosmic ship
of no loses
and he smiles
for he knows
what we yet
have to find...
and all is well.
Strange or not
Odd and fun.
That’s not all
And still are
Strange and odd.
life is life.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move
Lies are life.
Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.
Lies are truth.
Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.
Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.
Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Truth will live.
Truth will be.
A Better Life
I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,
Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,
What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,
Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,
She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,
They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,
Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,
Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,
There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,
I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win,
And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,
So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,
I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,
To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.
Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving
Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them
Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity
Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth
Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will
Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct
Well....... Here we are , we have finally reached that day,
When you and I would finally be parting our ways ,
I believe little brother it has come way to soon ,
Aways thought it would be me and it turned out to be you.
This is something that we could have nevber known,
Just never doubted it would be me that was first to go.
Forget all your troubles and all the reason's why ,
And all the times we had when you were alive.
Saying our goodbyes for the very last time ,
Makes it hard for me to hold back the tears in my eyes.
Soar with the wings that were made from your Dreams,
Say goodbye to your worries and troubles just enjoy being.
When you get there open your eyes will you please,
And when you get there will you hug Mama for me.
My thoughts will be with you for the rest of my days,
I will always stand tall please hear what I say .
When you get there.
A little boy and an ant became great friends one day.
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:
In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.
But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.
The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…
The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.
Jesus, I Pray for My Brothers!
Years ago, I suggested to my brothers that we pray.
They simply laughed at what I had to say!
I thought it would be good to get together...
That God's love would bind our hearts forever!
Division took place and took the "upper hand."
I don't think they'd listen or even understand!
Over the many years that just went on by...
They never once took the time to say; "hi!"
Even though they never once seemed to care.
I decided to take some time in deep prayer!
It was like they would make fun of what I said.
At times, maybe they wished I were "dead."
At this time, there's a strong and powerful force
That's blowing their lives are way off course!
I pray that God's spirit will get a hold of them!
And let them now how much he loves them!
I pray that God's love will be the glue that binds them!
May God's mercy and joy be what finds them!
I pray that evil will not find it's way in their home!
And they would allow Jesus to rule on their "throne."
Even though they tried to cast me off, as a "fool."
It's God's words, in their lives, that must rule!
Jesus can turn around even the worst situation!
By the power of his glory and resurrection!
Please, dear lord, bind them forever as won!
Bless their home! Their daughters and sons!
By Jim Pemberton
How much are you… willing to give?
Lay down your life so they may live.
In this cold world when passions flame
burns so bight beneath your name.
I still believe in what your said…
that time will come in days ahead
when love and hope will rule the day
Hate is forced to run away.
I look for your face, you hold my hand
Give me the grace to understand
Tell me now, what I should do?
Strength of will to see it through
Justice cowers, forced to hide
Too afraid to step outside
Could you stand firm of foot and say
I'll not let fear get in my way?
When a cold white world freezes the truth
Stillborn’s the child and stunts the youth?
Justice is blind, for if she saw,
She’d cry her eyes till they were raw.
I know you not; you know me less
With broken bone do I confess
Sightless eyes feel the pain,
of ruptured heats and punctured vain.
Sole less; heatless, skeletal, carcass.
Statue standing, arms erect
Belches out the crown’s reject.
Justice tight shuts her sight from view
With all that blood...well wouldn’t you?
My brother came to me,
desperate for prayer!
Filled with hopelessness and despair!
I reached out to him to
begin to pray…
But I couldn’t find any words to say!
The Holy Spirit began tugging
at my heart within…
Convicting me of holding
on to a “secret sin.”
THIS SIN, God told me
I must first let go,
For this was eating
at my soul!
My prayer life had been
such a mess!
I repented! And to God… I confessed!
I called out to Jesus’
Inviting him into my
heart to reign!
On bended knees before my Lord
I began to bow,
My prayer was going to be answered… Somehow!
The prayer request for my brother
Was going to be met!
For God has never failed me YET!
By Jim Pemberton
I Have A Brother That Needs Prayer!
I have a brother that really needs prayer!
When it comes to God, he doesn’t care!
He’s living a life by his own set of rules.
And thinks Christians are a bunch of “fools.”
The only thing that seems important to him…
Are the things in life that are close to him.
Wandering down a path that he chooses…
The one he’s chosen… It’s him that looses!
Please, dear Jesus, keep him in your care!
Wherever he goes… I know you are there!
You are the one that my brother needs to come to!
No matter the false “dreams” he may run into!
Please dear Lord… Protect from all harm!
May he seek the strength of your loving arms!
May your voice beckon the master’s call!
He really does need YOU after all!
By Jim Pemberton
A family had a wedding... The brother wasn’t invited.
The fact they didn’t want him,..
Was already decided!
When asked why his name had been “omitted.”
It was because of past wrongs he had committed.
The words spoken, one could hardly believe it!
Any kind of forgiveness?
They didn’t receive it!
How many times are loved ones not
invited to “family occasions.”
Often times, families listen to “outside persuasions.”
Someone does something,
that may not be liked.
Then they’re often told to “go take a hike!
No wonder why many families
battle one another!
They have failed to truly love each other!
As we continue to see families drift apart.
This often leads to a wounded
and broken heart!
Christ gave us his best!
When we were at our lowest!
A life of mercy and forgiveness…
He wants to show us!
If we can’t treat one another
as Christ commands…
Then HIS way of family living….
We’ll never understand!
By Jim Pemberton
In spite of
one’s own inner voice
you deceive more than just one’s self.
Creating doubt in Ye making some become lost souls.
Always is the enemy on the hunt destroying life within creates in you sin
I know of a son who turned his back on the God he once knew!
Praying for him, was all that his family could hope to do!
The truths taught to him as a child, he now began to reject!
Spending an eternity without God… He refused to accept!
He told his friends, about his “newfound theology.”
It sounded like he found some new kind of psychology.
Rather than accept the truth of God’s word, as he would find.
He would twist scripture to fit his own state of mind!
He would say; “the God of heaven and hell doesn’t exist.”
“It doesn’t matter how you live!” Is what he’d insist!
He rejected God’s gift and wonderful plan of salvation…
And chose to believe “whatever fit his own situation.”
I began to see his life sputter from a hurtful heart.
It just seemed like everything around him “fell apart.”
God wanted to help, but he didn’t believe he needed him!
God was there! But he made it clear that he didn’t believe him!
Many years went by, and this son started growing old.
He became a bitter and broken person, I’ve been told!
He did his best to remove God from his family and home.
Now, it was just him! And he was all alone!
Then one night, he cried out and called on Jesus’ name!
And confessed of all of his sin, guilt and shame!
This son, who had drifted from God for so many years…
Was filled with a true love, and a joy that brought tears!
He had returned to God! And God changed him!
God will always be faithful! And will never leave him!
Won’t you too, accept the life that God wants to give you?
He can change your life! Just because he LOVES YOU!
By Jim Pemberton
I can think of a time, when I was young.
I was growing up and having fun!
I remember how excited I was to have a t.v.
There were my brothers, my parents and me!
I remember at about the age of ten.
My dad thought going to the theater was a “sin.”
There were many things
that as young man…
I later began to see, and understand!
My parents shared God’s love the best they could!
And I read the Bible and was trying to be “good.”
I had my troubles… And problems bear...
But I had a family, and much prayer!
The truth of God’s word helped sustain me!
I knew how much he really loved me!
My parents, may seem like they were “old fashioned.”
They loved their kids! With a Godly compassion!
I’m thankful to be blessed with a Godly love!
My family was a treasure from heaven above!
I think about today, and how things go wrong.
Many families don’t seem to “get along!”
I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together!
May we all serve him! Today, and forever!
His love must be the cord that binds!
His will must be the focus of our minds!
May the presence of God bind us as one!
Every mother, father, daughter and son!
By Jim Pemberton
Can you feel?
Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?
And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...
But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
You cannot hide
From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,
But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.
*Cold Blooded Genocide (The Urban Wars Collection 1989)
What's the matter if a brother wants to wear red, black, or blue?
It ain't nothing but a color brother
Chill and socialize...Hang up your guns and don't commit cold blooded
You owe it to yourself to be around... Sporting the good life... Hi-rolling you
Now go another way and when you arrive at the other side...
Be what may... look back and say...
I remember when I became a man and decided to survive, by not committing
cold blooded genocide... Its just like suicide!
*This is the first poem from the Urban Wars Collection. (1989) The newspaper
listed all of the children that had been killed due to drive by shootings. The
article featured a child who attended the same church I went to at that time. I
still see that little boys face today.
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to one who was never born
I cannot fit you amongst dead sisters;
put you to sleep with humming lullaby.
I cannot, for you
have never been born.
Mapping a womb sometimes reveals you,
coiling, illusory and innocent.
Just any womb
carrying a girl.
You seem iridescent midst mother’s warmth;
it means nothing to you, if you may
never be born as
my little sister
whom I have not put to sleep with a song.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
the evening was a beautiful blue
when i got home from my workday
i went to the mailbox, retrieved a pile
and quickly perused the stack
i saw it quickly and was surprised,
my brother got a "handwritten note"
no return address, i noted,
yet it all returned, flooding back to me,
the pain, the grief, the gladness,
all the stages of grief and life.
i held it up to the light, to candle it,
like a fresh egg from an older time
it was, as i suspected, a sales promo,
for foundation repair or perhaps
for whole life insurance, or some
equally ironic useless instrument as,
my brother has been dead for many years.
i smiled, after the startle had subsided,
knowing, remembering, how my brother
would have reacted, with a wry comment,
and perhaps a joke about always hoping
he'd leave a forwarding address.
i got to thinking...do the dead,
just like us, long for a note, a letter,
some quickly dashed off postcard?
"Having a time of it here, wish we could talk.".
perhaps, a little something
with cologne-sprayed paper,
or a glittered envelope,
or more my siblings style, with
some hot habanero, or heritage
cantaloupe seeds inside. -
just a quick note that says
"You are remembered, and missed".
"i'd like a fifty-cent postcard,
and a book of forever stamps please."
© Goode Guy 2013-05-13