Self doubt, too look up dares not
Who, with dropped reins says:
" Of its trust, all, now placed in
Your hands, Lord, not mine.
Whose guide's, which holed route on is
Filled deeper, sadder.
Life's coachman's. Life's broad speaking.
Til its sun's decline."
Chances are
Come time to remain
It wears our crest
It knows of our land our domain
Deep thought in time of massacre
But after, that's when the River can explain
I released the burden
The arrow out the quiver
The AR15 or the M16
But this time, there is no profit to save us
Proof of reverence deep in our vein
Today, I feel a fight but with no man or life against
Just to keep water below my neck
The ones should never be given the power
Poverty's grip bounces in the street
Then acts like a clown and becomes the wind
The weight is incredible
But it floats away
Carried by those with love deep
Enter the invited invaders
Their white hanker-chief waiting to be
Someone with a free ticket
Someone the opposite of me
Recalling the bicentennial of 1976
celebrations galore, folks yearning for more
Not as many festivities in 2026
those that were, considerably muted
Alongside the cheers, a chorus of boos
What say you? ~ Did you notice too?
Disposable.
Just like the bodies scattered
As unimportant as the soldiers blood splattered
A black man stands watching violence unfold
Not to the enemy
But those who fought close
Those your supposed to trust
Comrades
Yet somehow
The black man
Is on the receiving side of the bullets
Not by the opposition
But by those claiming to be on the same team
With words that sting
He fought for his country
And as a reward
He is erased by history
He became an unknown soldier
Whitewashed because of colour
Seen as another sacrifice 'for the greater good'
Yet deprived of herohood
A man who once had a name
Now demoted to a nameless face
The question is will we ever know
The story of this unsung hero
Will his name forever be buried in the trenches of history
Hidden beneath the blood Soaked sludge
Drowned out by the white man's scream
Forever silenced by the songs of white history
Now an invisible grave of black memory
Under appreciated by a system so weak
It used black strength as a weapon and shield
I walked through the valley of Death,
Where so many had walked before.
On every tomb there lay a flower,
That had taken their last breath—
For it’s darkness that holds the power,
And it’s darkness you can’t ignore.
I saw demons chanting songs of woe,
I saw babes wailing, lost; alone.
Black chapels crumble, halls decayed,
Mourning love lost long ago.
For it’s the season of loss that stayed,
Echoing in their hearts of stone.
Yet I too can see a gold Light,
Walking through the tamed vale of shade.
A tender hand, outstretched and brave,
That lights a burnt candle bright.
For it’s God who holds the love we gave,
And shares it as his hallowed blade.
So, let not worry chain your hearts,
And know the value of your loved breath;
I do see the White Bell’s chime call,
And destroy Death’s dark arts.
For it’s God who gives light to all,
And it’s God who walks warmly ‘longside death.
Between the silence of a sterile room and a child of grace
the sure footed arrival of a God without a face
The hourglass of time stills the stage with un-remission
as she waits by Snow Don Hills without contrition
A floodlight of compassion eases in she's not in pain
her soul is a lit lantern that's never smelt the rain
Wearing a tallit with knotted fringes on each corner
He's opens every angle like an Angel without borders
Dressed in a dignity gown and propped against a pillow
she dances with the bunnies beneath a weeping willow
God takes her little hand in His, its simple so precise
just like sunrise in the morning, straight from paradise.
As autumn leaves turn crimson and red, ready to fall
I lie here exhausted, waiting for my final call.
I stare into the approaching ferocious night,
And fear the fiend coming to strangle me tight.
As my final moments on earth begin to show,
My breath becomes shallow, my heartbeats grow slow
I feel, the clock ticks faster than ever before
And it is time for me to leave this earthly shore.
As the last ember of life is about to die out,
And the grim reaper has come from his hideout,
God, be on my side to give me peace,
And make my final journey one of ease.
I feel, He is staying close to me at this crucial hour,
Telling me- “Don’t fear! I shall be with you for ever.
I will be by your side to grant you a peaceful sleep
And angels shall be deployed for vigil to keep”
When I leave the surly bounds of this earth
To Heaven, I will ascend to enjoy perpetual mirth.
I am sure, He will carry me in His arms as angels sing,
And I will be welcomed by the Heavenly throng.
God, take my hand when I breathe my last sigh.
Let me get on my knees and comply,
Weak and meek before Your Majesty.
Take me home so gallantly.
My spirit is so tired.
Life is short and so long too, so desired,
To be in my final destiny,
Rejoicing with the angels, their voices so velvety.
A brown-eyed angel follows me around;
The loss is so profound.
God walks warmly alongside death—
She whispers at your last breath.
God never fails us
He made heads tails of us
His plan is perfect
look up see God’s grace
Sun sky moon in perfect place
His plan is perfect
tribulations prune
flowers we are green as blooms
His plan is perfect
black death comes icy
God walks beside thee
us He never leaves
God walks warmly alongside death
At any time last bell may ring.
Proceed happily on last breath.
Take life easy in zest and zing.
Don’t know, ‘After Life’, what will bring !
Fear not life’s end, for you’ll go on.
God walks warmly alongside death.
Just as night is followed by dawn,
fear not life’s end, for you’ll go on.
Flesh grows cold when to light you’ve gone
and you have breathed your final breath.
Fear not life’s end, for you’ll go on.
God walks warmly alongside death.
Life goes through a controlled cycle
All that live must die
Else, would we not be objects of shadows
Trying to accomplish feats which are so unnatural?
God, an entity which we have not yet understood
Is good to all of existence
Since He creates, He also needs to destroy
Merely to allow the wheel of fate to keep on revolving
Since He creates, He created an entity to help him
In destroying that which he brought to be,
Death, in all its splendour!
God walks warmly alongside death
As the fate meant for those who died
Will be depending upon their own actions
The wheels have to keep turning
While God needs to keep feeding the universe:
Souls just transit through Earth
And their tendency is evaluated before they get sent
To there which suits them best;
Whether in highly spiritual places
Or down below the murkiest hell fires!
God is content in having created Death
God walks beside him and engages in conversations with him
God sups with him and even shares jokes with him
While we remain under the control of their will
Unable to be anything else other than
Lit dandelions blown in the vast sea of the universe!
Old boat, time-worn path,
Dolphins glide through emerald waves,
Leaping side by side—
Their joyous dance in the mist,
Paints the sea with morning bliss.
Can you be happy and sad
simultaneously
Many say you can today
contemporaneously
I say, on your wedding day
attend the funeral of a friend
That'll surely put your happiness
to an ignominious end
Early morning raindrops on my window pane.
They mimic my tears dops softly rolling down my face.
The dark skies represent the suffering that is in my
heart.
Cold air in spring is the response to my pain.
Joy is a gift that is eternal.
Remembering this I beginn to hear the birds outside my
home singing a delightful melody.
I graciously say that I appreciate this day.
Love a treasure that holds me back from bitterness.
Grandma's wise words of forgiveness soothes the hurt.
The humility of a sloaths movements disputes my anger of being laughed
at while in the struggle.
Seeing rhe future ahead clears my eyes.
Knowing there is one who will never leave me
secures my steps.
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