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For Brian's "Light My Fire" Contest. (Lanterne!)
Shadows 9-22-23
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Shadows
Living in ethereal shadows of compassion,
In profiles of grace,
Mercy overshadows stumbling stones
Revealed in a lens of benevolent focus
To eclipse blisters of ebony shades
With wispy balms of healing from raining penumbras,
No longer shadow boxing with bruising lacerations.
Shadows of grace pursue cutting eclipses
And wraps golden coronas of clarity
Around impenetrable guilt, treachery and betrayal,
Forgiveness foreshadowed in rising cumulous mists
Chasing cringing palls back into impotent hollows
Creating translucent patterns of favor
In delicate dews of lotus clour.
Ever present living pierced hands of agape,
In crimson shadow’s continual canticles,
Engulfs dark demon wraiths with pure mystery
And with silhouettes of the eternal Eden
Reveals perpetual truth –
No shadow can with withstand
The incense of everlasting grace.
while shadow boxing
sometimes
i kept on
moving dancing and
a prancing
just bouncing
off the ropes
in my imagination and
suddenly i caught
my opponent shadow off guard
standing flat footed
so i use
the sweet science of boxing
with some
stiff jabs plus
some body shots
back up to the head
then the overhand right
that knocked
my shadow out cold
yeah ten feet off the ground
towards outer space
well
i just kept on dancing.
sticking and moving
popping the jabs with my gloves
weaving in and out
quick-lightning hand speed
toe-to-toe
man-to-man
the sweet science
inside the boxing ring
still, lives inside of me
Lord I'm trying to design lines to give sight to the blind
that Chuk D fight the power 1989
that Brand Nubian/BDP scriptures
trying to tell them slow down or loves gonna get cha
the whole games been infected with demons so wicked
I've been tasked to protected it with this verbal exorcism
because listening is torture
since everybody swear they spit hot fire
then My flow is holy water
it's lyrical baptism
putting out hell's flames by simply bobbing your brain to my rhythm
you can catch the holy ghost to this
testify and witness it
now don't you feel magnificent
it's anti ignorant
been touched by an angel my flow is divine
it could part the red sea and turn water to wine
so while your rhymes break Keys(kilos) down to nickels and dimes
I'm inclined to plant seeds that will strengthen their minds
I'm not a stranger to the struggle I know the hustle well
I dabbled in these streets I've done a little dirt my self
I've sold poisonous concoctions
drank malted toxins
but learned to beat myself to the punch like shadow boxing
preparing for war with the love of the Lord
the pen is my sword,and the full armor or God
Death accepts us all
Life’s the discriminator
Move towards the light
By
David Kavanagh
You want them to be as yourself, morally depraved ever reaching
Towards the darkness; to further these covert, self-serving agendas ?
Sprinkling a bit of powdered sugar atop of Phi Beta Kappa's nose; scholastic
Piranhas aspiring to one day don the coveted dictatorial pitch black robes....
A true Pharisee in contemporaries era apart from this circumcision such mockery
Shadow boxing with your own ignorance but you want the world to be just like you ?
Raping hearts stripping souls these harlots chasing ghost their fathers sold
Amid verbalisms golden wagons crossing this new frontier and crossbone bottles
Purchased from her progenies pharmacy at Havard's school of bend to breaks
Subjugatings oppressive dogmatic law ? Refusing to enter Light's temple..
While chaining others these children blinding their eyes barriers aside your
Pagan's pain judicial refrain morally depraved ever reaching ?
...."Martha, I Am the resurrection." *
The first time I lost my mind,
I was standing in the rain.
The second time the song remained the same.
My brother told me all you’ll ever need is family,
Then he walked away and was never seen again.
And that old record always skip the exact same place,
33 1/3, or 45, or even at 78.
It only skips when it’s raining.
.
My daddy taught me how to never care.
My mother taught me how to talk to the ones that were not there.
Yet I’m still looking every time and everywhere.
And life has taught me not to trust the ones that say they care.
And all my black eyes came from shadow boxing in the air.
.
So I walk away,
And I don’t cry.
Spend my days and my nights,
Practicing goodbye.
Goodbye can only hurt you when it’s raining.
The stakes are being raised.
Mistakes are being made.
And the song remains the same it never changes.
That old record always skips at the same old place.
And I guess it’s time to say goodbye it’s raining.
... first time I lost my mind I was standing in the rain.
Each time the song remained the same.
If I could only whet my mind,
And simply turn the page.
Each moment grows
Birth and death
Shedding what was left
The chrome piece of time
Dangles like a wooden cross
neck lace, passionate for death
The stolen widow
Her extensions outstretched
From a windowless perspective
The universe encircles in captive dance
We are caught in every mired branch
Still sleeping under the sun
Talking heads prosaic in a pulpit
Breathe heavy in the humid church casket
Waiting to rearrange fate
My child fingers grope slowly
Politely, but still slightly disgraced
To be told life may be elsewhere
That heaven exists on the mantle
That God shadows every step...
drifting upon this groovy scene
could this be a movie theme
you putting me here on earth
the needle tracks in both arms hurt
Lord, my knees are touching dirt
wearing this cross and this bible, first
all I need is a sweet surrender
while shadow boxing this contender
you know, I take my cocaine straight
we see this world through iron gates
white horses keeping me in this race
man, I am riding these six white horses
I riding through this devil's pace
yeah, I am seeing spaces and places
until, I get back on my six white horses
Father?
Have You looked at us lately?
We're so far away
And so full of hate, for each other.
Father?
Have You listened much lately?
The things that we say
Make my head hang in shame and disgrace.
Father?
Are You reading the papers?
The things that are written
Make me think that we're smitten with pride and conceit.
And Father
Will You be voting?
The people on both sides are hoping
Sure hoping You see things their way?
Father?
Have You seen Your house lately?
They're pretending You're there while pretending to care.
Acting like they've got it all worked out/shadow boxing the air.
Scoring each round and,
Strutting and hawking our wares.
Father
The children are dying.
Mothers are crying.
No one seems to care.
Father?
Do any lives really matter?
It seems like the mad hatter is debating the wind with the Hare.
Father?
Seems like we trust in the voting booth more than the closet of prayer.
Father?
Are You paying attention?
Guess I failed to mention
We're in the express lane so hurry?
Father?
Can You take my order I called in advance?
Like the genie in the bottle.
And please hurry when You get the chance.
.
Father?
After all this
Are we too far gone?
What have we missed?
And Father,
We're so good at judging
And telling You just where we think You need to be.
Father,
It's easy to see when it's someone else not me.
And
How do we find our way home?
And
Have we been gone too long?
And
Do You still care?
Are you still there?
Are we all alone?
Please take us home to the 51st psalm?
.
Create . . . in me, a clean heart
Renew a right spirit in me.
Don't throw me away
Teach me Your ways.
Let me love my enemies the way that You say.
.
Jesus?
When did I see You cold?
When did I see You hungry?
When did I visit You
In prison?
Did I pass You by on the side of the road?
Was I too busy watching the show?
Let me be
Meek poor in spirit and kind.
Let me be a peacemaker.
Let my message be
Jesus Christ, Him crucified.
Father?
Have You looked at us lately?
I'm sure hoping and hoping,
That You've still got plenty of Grace.
Greek mythological
drama flourishes,
nee thrives within
noggin of yours truly
gods and goddesses
sporting Hellenic origins
purportedly cavort
higgledy-piggledy
rampantly running ragged
ruminative raconteur
resultant rueful end product
wreckage of present day me
chafing amidst yesteryear's adversities
shadow boxing doppelganger nemesis
fetus in fetu maintaining stranglehold
choking ability to breathe
unsuccessful roundup eradication
resultant mailer daemons
ruling the roost
time and again professional
therapy exorcised futility
psyche plagued with said
crudely sketched hobgoblins
permanently lodged within
fifty plus shades gray matter
mein kampf analogous to siege
and/or civil war
abductor and hostage
terrorist versus negotiators
one and the same person
ideal fecund environment
irresistible nasty brutes
unwilling to forsake
golden opportunity
passive languishing helpless
antisocial bumbling creature
mandate decreed heir extinguished
sentenced eventually commuted
life without parole lifetime
metaphorically imprisoned harsh
punishment solitary confinement
crime synonymous equalled
chance happenstance ovulation
nsync with seminal linkedin
fertilization, impregnation, parturition
essentially random appalling dice throw
courtesy biological roulette
automatic defacto malefactor
abstractly describes lifelong
condemnation, humiliation, ostracization
hence if nothing else
no shortage writing material.
Shadow boxing and
Knocked out
From a stiff left jab and
Then, from a strong right hand
Oh, what a sweet science
Human wreckage
Skeletal wasteland
Void of emotions
Echoes... vague-
Shadow boxing
In darkness
With ghosts.
My will is ill, sick, sick, sick
with gut-full of menace and bile.
Tongue-tied, anger locked-up inside
I stayed on the high-side.
and let my vicious stinging reply slide.
My rehearsals all played-out internal.
Oh what doozies I had in store,
pre-recorded for live slap down.
But the tempest taunt stayed indoors
shadow-boxing, shouting out insults
to mirrored walls and glass ceilings
It was good to lance the boil, pus expelled.
The hallowed high ground can be a lonely place
where restraint quells the struggle locked-in.
The squirm and fraught fight fades to frustration
by doggedly accepting that I made the right decision.
On another day, things stored away
will surface in a considered way.
Be calmer, let Karma's retribution gel
Bring it on!
There’s a bend on the end of the rainbow
Reflecting refractions of light
Promises written on water
Holiday nights of delight
Words shadow boxing on speakers
Rebounding resounding in rhyme
Spider webs sailing on sunsets
Floating on shadows of time
Alone on the edge of tomorrow
Hands holding tight to today
Sunlight as stardust exploding
In passion to just get away
Measured in decades of moments
Fear is reluctant to pay