I've Been carrying a Cross,
Built over the years.
Constructed by,
My Burdens and Fears.
Its dragging behind me,
Within this perfect design.
A crucified Mind,
Tries to Realign,
I was running blind.
Tears fill my eyes,
Myself I Brutalize.
The GOD inside Cries,
When I've fallen down,
And heavy thoughts,
Peirce my crown,
Thorns all around.
The trumpets Sound,
There's no Time now.
Get off The Ground,
Plow Ahead,
You're not Dead.
Dreading what's been said,
Rejected,
I raise my Head.
A Proud Man covered in red.
The Past is being Reflected,
Just as expected.
Nailed to the Tasks at Hand,
I do what I can,
To understand,
My part in the Plan.
Awaiting the Command,
I feel it Sinking in.
Blood soaked land,
Covers where I stand.
The thorn in Their side.
The Time is at hand,
I rise, Unified.
Letting it all go,
Giving into the Flow.
Now Becoming Whole,
Seeing my true potential.
Life is sequential,
And The Cross,
Was only Mental.
Migrating southward before Autumn dies;
flocks of geese split the air with honking cries.
And snow clouds dapple Winter's ice-blue skies;
as winds kiss the trees with audible sighs.
Dawn's first light ignites an ice-cold sunrise;
long-gone are the songbirds and butterflies.
Yet, some creatures have learned to improvise,
turning food into fat, they winterize.
Hibernating bears must bulk up their size,
not gorging in the Fall would be unwise.
A long Winter could lead to their demise
should the need to wake up early arise.
Inclement weather tends to brutalize;
for nature doesn't react well to surprise.
Fighting starvation and all it implies;
some species evolved to cannibalize.
Consensus
Democracy, a hollow word makes me laugh darkly.
Is the USA a democracy? You can vote every 4 years
Among two parties who spring from the same narrow
The base of the elite and is therefore not Democratic,
but gives the illusion like the democratic republic
Of Kongo, to be one and go to war against those who
Has another opinion, say, freedom from tyranny
And interference of foreign countries.
Freed om is more important than democracy which
Is a hiding place for thieves and land grabbers.
Israel, knee-deep in Palestinian blood, is a democracy
That brutalize their own people into thinking they have
The right to defend themselves, thus behave with
Callous insouciance towards the opinion of others.
COWARDS, NOT HEROESv
Cowards, not heroes, Call them what they are
Not Martyrs, killers of babies, children, people both near and far
Cowards not heroes, not terrorists, Call them what they are
How much courage does it take to mow down children and people in trucks
How much courage does it take to be armed with all kinds of ammunition
like a sniper and shoot down cops like sitting ducks
How much courage does it take to shoot unsuspecting people in a store, a show a school
To kill and brutalize black, brown, white folks going about their day
To fly into buildings, blow up people having fun running in races is beyond cruel
Oh you say, it is for what I believe in, I have courage to risk my own life
Or they deserve it, poor me, I have been hurt, I am angry
They will pay with a gun, bomb, or knife
Cowards not heroes, that is what terrorists are
Even an old woman could drive a truck through a crowd of people, shoot cops
Plant bombs, shoot into crowds and kill people near and far
COWARDS, killers ,not terrorists, not heroes, not Martyrs
COWARDS willing to kill babies, children, mothers and fathers
COWARDS let us call them what they are
COWARDS
Look at me now
She gives me a dollar sign
As big as a tree
Blues and loneliness
Brutalize my dog life
Allowing you to keep knocking me to the ground,
Trampling on me,
Torturing me into this pathetic being I have become.
I won’t allow it anymore,
I won’t allow you to brutalize me so.
You go on with your life,
You live every moment as though I was never part of it.
You find someone else while we were together,
You let your feelings for me fade,
Just like that, transferring them to another.
Your belated sorry doesn’t mean a thing,
Your indifference for my pain and suffering is what’s eating away at me.
And here I am,
Still stuck in the same place,
Where you left me and my love behind,
To find something else,
something better than us.
I guess I didn’t mean a thing,
When you have already forgotten me,
Pushed me into the background,
Your now ‘good friend’ again.
Like we never were together for two years,
Two years I’ve given you my all, and my trust.
The affable persevere against the unruly
They raise mighty hands to calm the wild
The irrepressible do right in their own eyes
They brutalize
The small and innocent child,
He did not a thing wrong,
Taken from his mom;
Killed and criticized.
Monsters live in houses, like you and I.
They eat and sleep and go to work each day.
They laugh and they feel pain. Perhaps they cry!
But they have different games they like to play
They need to have control. Therefore, most seek
a victim who is young or not so strong.
They think they are almighty, but their mind is weak.
Depraved, they pay no heed to right or wrong.
They may seem crude, but some of them are slick.
The ones with brains play too well at their game.
All monsters love what normal folks find sick.
They brutalize and rape, and feel no shame.
Beware! One could be living on your street
or be that charming guy you’ve chanced to meet!
I heard that your smile is
bleeding
I heard tears wounded your
cheeks constantly
I heard you're constantly
brutalize
By loneliness
Your heart is begging for
sympathy
So I'm coming to console you,
I'm coming to love you
I'm coming to love u without
mercy
My only burden are the
moonlight that I'm carrying
upon the countenance my of
face and the breathtaking
romance in me.
My tired feet scale hills, crying
Twigs trample under my feet
through valleys
And if i fall on this rugged road
the anxiety to reach you,
Will pulling me up off my knees.
(love is really a journey)
I'm coming to console you
I'm coming to love you
I'm coming to love you without
mercy
terrifying silence screaming out
from a distance behind me
my skin shivers against 15
degree
I see the wind softly whisper
in the arms of a tree.
Toads subsequently croaks with
tones
of jealousy.
When i reach I'll fill the cracks
of your Heart, and be your
one and only.
I coming to love you with a love
that's made to surpass eternity
I'm coming to console you
I'm coming to love
I'm coming to love u without
mercy
I am not the lesser sex
My sex may represent me
But what I am and who I am
Is held in my woman soul
You can see it in my eyes
If only you care to look
And my spirit lives there always
Even if you take away my pride
Destroy my body on the outside
Cut away at my softest parts
Brutalize my curves
Which are meant to be held and loved
You will ruin what we could have
And what endless joys we could share
You could know the whole of me
If only you would dare
What is there to fear in me?
For power lives in us all
I will not take yours away from you
But love you for your soul
Together we could grow and share
A world that listens to us both
Our threads forever will be entwined
Cherished and valued all
Not matter from what side we are
Our web will meet in the middle
The eye it forms there a wisdom
Our shared view of the earth
So I am not the lesser sex
But worthy of our world
I shall always have a woman soul
Cherish it for what it holds
You can fool a fool,
you can cheat one’s mind.
You can con a con,
even steal from the blind.
You can shake a shaker,
you can brutalize a Brut.
You can mob a mobster –
and embezzle their loot.
You can charm a charmer,
sell your soul for a penny.
You can take from a taker,
for pennies you have many.
But can you hold a hand,
and experience love for free?
Know true respect for all to see?
Gain one's trust without a fee?
You poor, poor, foolish soul,
who will ever get to know the "real me".
Suffer harsh indignities
Draw your anger in
Implode
Lament not your condition
But instead your lack
Of strength
Recognize not your potency
But rather glorify
Your futility
Brutalize not your enemies
But the conditions
That bred them
Feed goats of iniquity
The putrid fodder
Of false pride
Accept yourself
As a failure
And your children too
Fuel blazing ambition
With fetid flesh
Of skittering neurosis
Die
your voice broke through
the hanging and dirty clouds
of verdict’83,
marching on your smoking boots
you led the parade of khaki vultures to scavenge
on the chest of our motherland
you tilted your beret
and rested your military
pot belly
in the peppersoup joints
of ibadanland
in the twilight of another dawn
your voice whistled the gap-toothed
march pass of maradona
you began to waddle
and saddle your green belt
with machiavellian joker cards
you murdered sleep
at the dawn of hope’93
you set drums and cymbals
singing a dirge on the grave
of our hope
what an open grave
you dug, waiting to receive
corpses as landmark
of your blind madness
your stoned faced goggle
threatened the moon
of our motherland
you mowed our fathers
you drove our brothers
aborted the pregnancies
of our mothers
brutalize our sisters’ virginity
with the nozzle
of your gun
your madness challenged God
you killed saro wiwa
enveloped ogoni
with blanket of agony
the Niger Delta, you irrigated
with blood of our sons
how can we remember you?
let your silent grave
speak about the agonizing
loneliness trailing your
path to the table of history.
You always try
to break me down
you always try to knock me out
damage me with just your words
not physical but it still hurts
and all you do is make it worse.
You bruise me
Cut me with your tounge
Brutalize me, cut and binding
as my blood pours from the scars.
You bruise me
and it's really nothing more.
Berate me
go on hate me
it's something you love to do
yell at me, because now i see
there's nothing left for me with
you.
Your eyes so cold, words are old
nothing else that you can say
times running out, it's over now
and your the one who bruised
it away.
You bruised me
Cut me with your silver tounge
Brutalize me, cut and binding
As my blood pours from the scars
You bruised me
And really nothing more.
There are so many hurtful things
I wish I could take back
So many painful things
That it's hard to keep track
I never meant to be mean
I never wanted to make you cry
My regret goes unseen
and apologies I can't buy
Now we both lie
broken inside
with our tears to cry
and to hide
I want to take back
all the things I said
All the compassion I lack
stays locked inside my head
I wish I could apologize
for my action
the things I said to brutalize
Just because of my faction
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