Best Taketh Poems
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A old lady sits on her porch, stairing from her rocking chair
This has been here resting spot for the last tweenty or thirty years
Watching her world dramaticlly change
From loving familys and neighbors
To drug dealers, hoodlums, and colored rag carring gangs
First and last names are replaced by gang names
She cries on the many day that she was inflicted pain
She watched her children gunned down one by one
One took his own life with his own gun
Her husband was distroyed by war
His last days were spent in front of the liquor
Killed by scorosis of the liver
He died drunk without driving
Her youngest daughter still surviving
Only because shes slowly dying
Never knew she had HIV because it was hiding
Now it's AIDS so now she fighting
The old lady misses how the world use to belive in a higher power
She never gave in to the influence
Given by Satains many demons
Who made a bed for her whole family on the cement
This is way younger people don't respact here achiement
Crowding her yard after night falls
Police won't even answer her call
Too busy protecting suburban malls
Only answering cover story calls
To be projected as heros when really their zeros
After all that has broken her down she still has faith
If you asked her she will say that GOD giveth and GOD taketh away
Imagination's ingenuity
ushered forth from minds acuity
creations utility which flows fluidly
unhampered by ungracious cruelty
A worm of earth produces role
lower organism such as mole
without the tree provideth air
do we as human dare to care
Nature provides for all on earth
our mutual response to each in worth
despondant are those whom dominate
believing nature to serve which they create
The highest organism we as human
of role and purpose mediate numen
natural cycles clear distinct....
.....must be mindful avoid extinct....
Giveth yet Taketh Away.
She created being for me
young meant lucky in that
overnight she admittedly disappeared
without a fight and no rapacious thoughts
Hidden away in the hills eloping with the free
mammoth conversions taken aboard
as she climbed, surfacing and
conforming unyielding for an eternity of reasons
Crying out, craving representation of
a part of the source
knowing somewhat pieces missing, blueprints unfinished
so distractions from such emptiness and anguish
few i had, more i yearned with glowing affections
Haunting visions, nightly
how i perceived you
as i didn't know
would it have really
killed you to send one photo
Oh how do you
just forget the existence of us
of me and what was
supposed to be our puzzle and our pilgrimage
Awakening spirit finally within you,
willing love, becoming vital once more
Open hearts had and did come
from many angles
succeeding in forgiving
partly failing in forgetting
The flower blossomed
she became my best friend
we now travelled a path together finally
Morbidly over time her body failed her and
pulled slowly and frustrating
this child of christ into
a warm safe place
pain, aching and desperation
lifted from her shoulders
to be freed to suffer no more
now she was yet
I had lost my smile
my piece to the puzzle
again emptyness stayed by my side
as the nile was flooded with my tears
until mine was the drought
Kneeling, begging the sun to rise
needing life after becoming practically defunct
in my grief and melancholy
That day did appear
dont question how but
taller i stood moving on apparent
She blossmed still my giving flower
just not in physical ways
a precious place in my heart
held only and always
for her
My Creator
My Mother
I used to feel so warm next to you,
As I await my peaceful sleep to come.
I would lay my head on your chest,
Cause I knew that’s where your love came from.
I’d tell you I love you,
I’d pull you closer to me…
Cause with you and only you,
Is where I wanted to be.
But then things started to change….
I began to feel strange….
My world began to rearrange.
Instead of being next to you, I began to pull away.
You’d ask me “what’s wrong?”
You’d ask me “are you okay?”
But all I did was pull away from you,
Because you don’t understand…
You’ll never understand.
I then started to think to myself…
Where does this all end?
I started thinking….
Where is your love for me,
the love you’d always send?
I then started thinking about my soul,
Because there is nothing left to live for.
I would then see the gates of Heaven,
And became eager to walk in and see more.
I would watch the world, through and through….
And want nothing more to do with it, or you.
So I closed my eyes,
I then began to pray….
Silently speaking five words….
“Lord, please take me away.”
i give all my heart and
you taketh again
you leave me alone
in this winter storm
to face the ubiquitous wind and
still you taketh again
And Taketh Away
Locked in a realm undefined and
Unimaginable to the onlookers through
The lens of a mechanical being with
An intelligence and compassion that
Exceeds that of our so-called leaders
Of the “free world” purchased with
The blood, sweat, and tears of those
Who could not qualify for the giveaways
Because their names could not be sold
For profit and gain in the economic
Chaos that lobotomized reason and
Compassion out of the minds of those
Who had the resources to find us before
We passed beyond a veil that separates
The living from the late ones; late because
They did not realize that the One we look
Up to giveth and taketh away.
My mother bathes her mother’s feet.
She kneels in quiet reverence,
Raising the one who raised her.
Hands cupping water as if it were holy.
Her hands speak a language older than words.
The language spoken by those who had not yet formed their own speech-
love, poured out in gesture.
My mother is light in shadowed rooms,
She moves like mercy,
She gives like breath.
In her presence,
I remember how to be whole.
She ministers through touch,
Anointing without oil,
Healing without command.
My mother is light before the dawn,
Love that does not boast,
Life that does not end.
In her is a glimpse of the divine.
but even judas kissed jesus.
and sometimes,
my mother’s hands-
those same hands that cupped water like blessing-
become vessels of betrayal.
she hears my sorrow,
then sharpens it,
folding my secrets into her mouth
only to spit them back like stones.
when the shadows are mine,
she is no light.
she names my ache weakness,
my stillness laziness,
my fear ungratefulness.
there is no holy water when i cry.
no anointing,
no mercy,
just the weight of her disappointment,
and the echo of her silence
where comfort should have lived.