These raving lunatics, like calling the shots.' On indignation and ideaology
They sure are hot.' And yet they get scared? If any dare..To express Christian
Faith and values, in silent; or open prayer.)
Some say the dawn, all rosy and gold,
Is the most wondrous sight to behold.
Some say the stars that brighten the night
Bring the soul peace and quiet delight.
Some say a brook, so bubbling and cool,
Brings calm renewal by its eddying pool.
But I say to hold and gaze on my son
Is the most wondrous thing I ever have done.
Thou were right to leave my anxious side,
My soul within a storm of doubt did hide,
I crave thy proof of love with a jealous hand,
And in that quest,all vestiges of intimacy died.
I was intimidated by thoughts I could not tame,
Demanding shows of passion,stoking flames
But offering no warmth in my heart,
Stalked by fear,I only offered the shame.
Angry when my wants were not fulfilled,
My inner most by gnawing worry chilled;
Forgive the youth who knew not how to love,
Whose selfish needs thy gentle spirit killed.
Silence
Nine long weary months waited in distant awe with a cradle,
Empty ears of motherhood longing for the long shrilling cry—
Sound
Running head-on into reality
his ‘can’t-miss potential’ vanquished Jimmy
~ All that glittery made him jittery
Most folk have never met him
Many fear his very name
They’ll judge as bad without a pause
For evil he’s to blame
He’s getting on now these days
Arthritis and poor gait
I believe his days are numbered
He’ll soon be Satan late
When he was just a baby
His ferociousness was clear
Fiery temper and sharp teeth he showed
Through flesh and bone he’d shear
Of all his prey he’d play out
A vicious song and dance
Once selected as his victims
They never stood a chance
His skill secured recruitment
And inspiring mortals’ love
They’d drop their guard and smile at him
As he looks at them above
He slaughters indiscriminate
Takes prisoners by the score
Their pleas for mercy never heard
Their plight he will ignore
But in case I have misled you
And painted picture poor
You see our lovely Satan
Is the cat who lives next door
"In-form polarities merge in the heart
One that became two becomes one again
Breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start
God’s grace in-pours as we dance in the rain”
One
Meets one
Three emerge
Three lives joined but
Separate in ways
One emerges to meet one
One meets him and finds she's loved
Yet, those two lives encompass more
All the ancestors that were before
Does the weight of them bare down heavily?
Courage as a Lion with no teeth
In a jaded jungle of onyx streets
Walking a road with no feet
As brave as a babe in chemotherapy
Enraged yet saved by God’s grace, peace
Learning to embrace the purple powers that be
Finding fuchsia faith despite dilemmas destiny
Tapping in to green grin inspiring salty sea
As a runaway slave of yesterday courageous free
Despite dictator only the Savior my soul needs
For one is only as free as He designs one to be
Together in humanity yet alone in your individuality
Brave as an astronaut walking into history
As a featherless chick falling from nested tree
If I was this lost baby bird courage would rescue me
Look inside find your strength courageously
“Our World”
by Positive Mark
As we all seek a world to be contained in, our peek-out is the news. For those of you less beautiful, I gift fried chicken and the blues.
Horns with a muted bellow for every dead fellow who never made it out. Tight dresses for baby’s mommas, so those bodies leave no doubt.
Pitches peak on slammaday and slumday, then dive by Monday.
Jazz strained by too much salt. It’s food called soul. It ain’t our fault.
I’ve had no chill since Emmit Till.
Percussion is dulled by a pocket of pills. Contained in a world where we’re killed.
Gorilla pimps and ‘rillo scents, when will our world be healed?
My daughter has autism, she’s 22, what I wish people knew, she gets upset at the slightest thing, on the bus with crowds, noise, loud voices, at times I turn away.
She is unable to tie her shoes she never learned, I guess that’s my fault, she acts inappropriately in public we are always aware of the stares, no relaxing can we enjoy, because we’re always afraid of her going of on one of her fits..
How I wish people knew, of how un normal our home life is, college degree, drivers license, marriage, child bearing, all but a dream.
We are well aware of the unknown, the day we are no longer able to care for her needs, my daughter, my gift from God, the daughter whom we conceived out of HIS love, someday we will have to give that up, for a home that it is ours.
No one else can feel our despair, my daughter for whom I loved before we met, nine months in my tummy, only she knows what my heartbeat sounds like from inside, whom I laid upon my bare chest, she may have to go where I cannot care for her someday, tell me how do I comprehend that time?
The baby laying in the bassinet, her twin brother nine minutes apart, a painful statement would follow her all of her life..baptized at birth, was that a curse.
We’re brought home, my brother is held close to his mother’s chest, new born baby smell is so calming, meanwhile the baby girl is still in the basinet, no knowledge of her birth did
the mom know..
The babies are now crawling, soon they will start walking, talking too bad only the son existence matters to this world…
Years go by, still nothing has changed, nine minutes not knowing of me being conceived will always be echoed by her family.
Here we are as adults, my family has gone separate ways, our mother is no longer here, she’s with the Creator, my existence on this earth as a mom herself, who fully knows her children were each conceived out of love, with a man whom saved her life, when she was an adult crawled into a fetal position protecting herself from her siblings who only inflected pain in words, abuse, and not of love. I was that baby who was born nine minutes too late..
As one dear friend said to me, “they saved the best for last”.
May we be blessed to understand
why seeing a baby brings a smile to our face…
Perhaps its knowing which each baby
we have a chance to make this world a better place.
I have not mourned my mothers passing
It's a celebration for The Lords everlasting
She is gone to a better place
No longer a problem that we face
All the way to the end we were there
Everyday showing the moments we cared
But today I wonder what mourning I share
Not one tear not here or there
I look at God in whom I trust with her care
Knowing one day I'll also be there
When Grandmother died she was mother too
I made my self cry on a wall it's true
I remember her saying "We don't know what's up there."
But it's God we trust"
I was just a child when she this told us
No ministers sermon could give me proof
Just the love of mother and what they do
I wish I could say "Mom I miss you"
But the way it all ended it's just not true
We cared for a body we wished were you
Speaking to us the way you use to do
But you were gone and all we had left
Was the body of a woman still filled with breath
Whose baby is that? I think we know.
Her creators are quite aglow.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
we watch her laugh as she cries hello.
Mom gives her a shake,
Baby laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's that break,
Are of distant birds who wake.
The baby is Luciana, LULU I take,
One day she will have many
promises to keep and a bed to make
After baby formula and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her very cheap.
She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of nothing in her head,
One day, she will swap formula for hearty
bread and get ready for the many days ahead.
Thanksgiving Day is once again,
This time bringing a new friend.
Well, LULU this comes to tell you
That you’re lucky as can be
To become the newest member of so loving a family.
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