Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon
ordered marinara with parmesan.
When he finished up his plate,
he burped and hopped a southbound freight.
Writing history can be a crime,
when you insist that it must rhyme.
The clock strikes midnight
under a moon that's bright.
A summer breeze carries a perfume
from jasmine in early bloom
and I walk the beach wishing
you were here within reach.
Eyes locked, hand in hand,
leaving footsteps in the sand
AP: 1st place 2026
Only the heartless
are blind to serenity
Lost in the darkness
away from the light
Only tomorrow
releases the past
The sins of the father
— yesterday’s blight
(Ronald McDonald House: October, 2025)
TO RIVERS OF BABYLON AND ZION SHORES next (Apropos Of A Nona Tanka)
Be aware of this,
We’ve all survived worse:
All ethnicities;
Present day oppressive times
Will also be overcome:-
We’re not a kingdom,
All here are here equally,
And destined to be:-
These oppressive times today,
We must send them on their way:-
These Babylon days,
Shall likewise be cascaded
Into liberty:
We are of Zion sailings;
Liberation shores waiting:-
Come, Babylon child,
Let’s rise up and set our sails;
A new day coming:
We conquering these waters
Of Babylon with justice
Rise up my people,
We have sailing chores to do;
There’s no resting now:-
God’s chartered the way for us;
It’s time to get back on course:-
God’s navigating,
Let us just get to sailing;
The shores are waiting:
Let waves of change froth us on,
With God's wisdom and guidance:-
Remember Zion,
God’s the wind in our sails, too;
Let us sail onwards:
Sailing the ancestral way,
To justice and equity:-
Time to hoist our sails
Into coming winds of change
Sailing likewise waves:
Oppressive Babylon ways,
Daily splashed with Zion froth:-
We ask if there be merit in the sand
Conformed from heart and hand on summer’s day?
However well the moat and turrets planned,
The lapping of the sea’s not far away.
O, that the tide shall come, we know too well:
Then dream and substance shall together fall.
A Babylon for which no tongue shall tell;
The sea, the settling sea, shall settle all.
And that shall come, but yet, it is not now,
And all of time is moments such as these;
Before the fall, there is not need to bow;
The sea shall come, but now, the warming breeze.
And if it soon shall end, as so it be,
There’s yet our moment still, before the sea.
The only thing
that changes
is perspective
The only thing
envisioned
sight unseen
The only thing
that’s lasting
stays redundant
The only thing
that lingers
— is a dream
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Tim Horton, Tim Janis
Kofi Annan, In a scaffold that knots a shoeless
You are mincing me on a cutting board, these days
In pounds per pounding heart , with knives and bleesed hone
You were a father's lump and a mother's grace
And slowly in your ladder you learned to term these as art
Not those in Those Winter Sundays.
What did you do with that wooden frame?
Did you find the tree in ancestry?
In a writer's studio
Yes even without an autobiography
Surname, on a Harlem street, for one , Lucy Heo?
She is on learner's permit
Dreaming in off white in a bloodshed
That paid housekeeping in Ramses Two.
For a resume in pre-positioning Curator
Which rub will call prophecies of Moses through optical fiber
In Tele-communication.
For an analog togetherness, long gone, scare-crow , coo!
to exhibit digital exit, incognito, too.
By the river of no return
Where we sat
There we wait
Remembering our homeland
We were taken into captivity
Requiring from us total submission
How shall we recite the Lord's Hymn ?
In a strange man land
Hmm! Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!
Voices humming!
We poured out the meditation of our heart into the river
As our voices could no more be heard
Come with me to ectascy.
Where we will fly to heights you have never been.
Your skinis so hot it is burning me.
Let's not stop the flow of escasty
We will feed eachother on food so divine that only the best wiwine can supply.
We have chemistry that is heating both you and me
Your eyes tantalize me making want to scream.
Your sweet embrace is more than I can take
You leave me weak so much I cannot speak
Put me out of my misery and spend
Your life with me.
BABYLON:
Oh...land of Babylon,
The land that births wickedness,
And breeds unfaithfulness.
The land of real curse,
Where every life is on reverse.
Its walls are made of shame,
And its gate is of pain.
A land of total desolation,
A land full of confusion,
Governed by maleficent legislation.
Its system only enslaves,
And only destruction it entails.
Babylon totally corrupts,
And it's really left to rot.
To Babylon, we came...
To watch the rise of Tower
The Tower of Cain
A fortress of dark n eternal pain
Stretching to the vaults of heaven
to quite the RAGE of Man
to challenge the reign of divinity
into humanities Wasteland of Ages
a paradise of industry and history
a sable hand in a gilded land
once called EDEN...!
Men Came With Machines of Desire,
Roses of Fire…
gauntlets of Steel
a mechanical tyranny did the same…
That clinched Thorns of Eternity!
The bloody reigns of infinity
Tears fall on dreary sand For years...
A return to Eden
Where MEN claim...
A Utopia of IRON and Dusty Screams
A future of means and profit!
Yearning for opulent DREAMS…
Built engines on the backs of the damned
A nation of lost revenants
On horizons golden Zion’s seams
Blood of war mixing with lambs cream.
A Fortress of Praise in a Corrupt age
Babylons full of wrath, as towers blaze!
We find our hearts & minds a daze
And only in our God's holy Rage...
Can cleanse
&
Turn the Page!
The Velocity of Change
David J Walker
Perhaps it was only a matter of time
Before we bowed to the gods
We vowed never to create
There is an app made in
Our own image in
Pages of code written by
A future named Babylon
Which doesn’t care if you
Live or die
Come or go
The velocity of change
Is written in its own scripture
Of new commandments
Cain Reversal II
The blood must be re-claimed from the soil
With the heavy bodies bent with lust and toil
Each rivening day strifing the rule of the garden
The mohammedans straking for some pardon
Not for themselves or all alone under banished sky
For all the abandoned who look forward to die
Nothing so simple as an unwanted blessing
A mercenary corp of doctors or hessians
The great stock of whisky, a limited edition
A dusty tome of Aristotle and keen erudition
Prophetic Angel, Skytree, the verse of Gibran
Oracle of Day, Holy Moses, rocket of Kahlil
We go to the New Stars, Heavens Reverse
All foretold and Pointed, Reverse Engineered
The Worlds Prepared Before and Inhabited Too
Nothing left to Starve or Bewitch from the Dew
Unfathomable Promise, Time without End,
The Count of Sand or Heather and Mountains Portend
Well here comes the Sun again
Guess the world desided not to end
The birds tell me it's time to see the light
But I can't seem to get
Over the
Traumas of the night
I head out but my heart stays home
And all I want is to
Be left alone
But the fire in my soul burns on
Telling me
Chase your throne
You Bastard of Babylon
Ooh so you
Better listen for the battle song
Kuz here come the
Bastard of Babylon
You can no longer take our life
We are becoming focus
We have awoken
Under the light we have gained our sight
We will re-write all your wrongs
We will start to unite, we will put up a good fight
It's time we learn to stand and be strong
Babylon Look history has began to bite
You can no longer hold us down
The truth is being reveal, Babylon
You can no longer seal.
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