Crossroad Poems

Crossroad Blues

sold my crux for poetic flux
to an immortal husk in a tux,
his musk was of the set dusk,
waft of an abattoir in the sun.

he ton of tone and run,
poetic stun gun and it's so fun,
coaxing to come as we begun,
this everyday smoke show pun.

all crossroads hex in texas,
misses of the vexes voodoo temptress,
dyslexic he continues his flex,
till I twist him like a pop - breaking his neck.

mex wicka wick a candle lit
to submit his payment with spirit -
definite light emits a dreamt cadence,
where his limbs go limp in menstruation.

lips stick press to succulent a test,
hollow nostril breath as lipstick vortices,
rousing muses coos in this faded faze
of alumni haze - as I maze his days away.

Crossroad

Where on this road
To where we should
Life at crossroad.

Crossroad

Tainted fate was broadcasted this afternoon, 
and the life of which I had called mine 
was pasted into the dreary news. 
Quoted as a mundane, overused headline. 

But I saw it for what it is within; 
naked and sunken where bones meet skin, 
a sullen little echo of mine.

Steering down memory lane, 
grazing fingertips over the wind of essence.
Liberation courses through my veins. 
But I beheld a sudden strain upon my adolescence. 

Rebirthed into something strange
with an unfamiliar name and a staggering age, 
reality brought me back to the harsh presence. 

Then upon cruising, I met a crossroad;
a junction forking out into two pavements.
I stared at the uncertain threshold
and defined the pair as Sorrow and Resentment.

I sat mellowly in the inbetween, 
unsure of which path to intervene,
so I carved a new road and named it Acceptance.

Crossroad 24, Letter to America

Dear America.

My name is Common Sense.
A few people still respect
and utilize me, but in many if
not most places, I am no longer
welcome. Nevertheless, I beg of you
to bear with me in this brief discourse.

Here we are again,
at the crossroads of heaven
and, as Charles Dickens would say,
"the other way".

We have been here before, often
pushed to the edge as in 1776, 1812,
and 1860; just to name a few. By God's
good graces, we withstood the attacks
of our enemies and survived our own
civil war against ourselves.

The present questions before us are
whether or not we will survive and
recover from our present determination
to be at war with ourselves.

Do we dare embark upon a course that bodes
no good fortune? Must we insist on a family
feud set on disembarking from America's
foundation principles? Shall we pursue
a direction intent on rebuilding a nation
whose God is no longer The Lord?

I love you America, and I still believe
in you. I shall continue to pray for you.

Your friend,
Common Sense

Crossroad

CHRIST, when the time came, set his face toward Jerusalem

REPORTS from those who hated him did not detour his mission

ONLY finishing his assigned task was the thing that mattered

STARTING a new religion or creating a theocracy was not his plan

STOPPING the Roman Government in its tracks was not his purpose

RIGHTEOUSNESS would be established by his cruel death on the cross.

OPENED doors to eternal life swung wide to all who would believe.

ANCIENT questions about who God is were now answered at Calvary's cross.

DECISIONS by individual choice were clearer than arbitrary selections.

011924PS

The Crossroad

I stood 
At the crossroad,
Uncertain of the life before me 
And the one behind me.
Do I do away with the life I once lived? 
And walk towards the life I dream I'll be?
Or do I stand; staring back and forth, 
Clinging more unto the things 
I refuse to let go of? 
While yearning for the things 
I wish I'd someday be.

What would it be?
The choice has been placed in my hands.
I hope my hands hold tight 
Unto the choice that's void of wrongs.

Understanding the Crossroad

I stare at the blues and oranges of the world
refusing to be pressured
there is such beauty in everyday things
even the rail road track signs

how many people have gone past this site
without seeing any of it?
how many people have cried tears here?
can they be scooped up and reused
or are they forever glued to this crossroad?

a car honks
impatience wants me out of the way
I am not ready
the time is now
and I am here for a reason.
I sit firmly, waiting for a sign.

At a Crossroad

there she stood
vulnerably shy
consumed with doubt
her future in the balance



AP: 1st place 2022

Posted on May 28, 2022

On Crossroad

ON A CROSSROAD:

Here he stands on a crossroad,
In the eve of a strong cold,
Posturize in a long coat,
Imagining what's on the broad road,
And what's also on the small road. 
Thousands of experients refusing to teach,
Whiles their moving mouths struggle to speak.
Should he take right,
Or he should go left?

He don't wish for an unending fight,
To have a future fixed to pains and heft.
Where he would only sit to contrite,
But he wish his heart will be cleft,
To present his legacy with forthright,
Without any unsettled debt.
Before he will be carried away by death,
And have a good sleep under the earth.

At the Crossroad

At the crossroad  
Where I cried and rise to stardom 
Unchained from within 
And sing a song of freedom 
There my seed would be, shouting "Father well done" !

At the crossroad
Where the scriptures were misinterpreted 
And puzzle rearranged 
There my people would  be,  dancing on their veiny drips 

 At the  crossroad 
Where the throat of the pen would not  be stuck 
and chest not tight 
It teeth will be given it greatest  bite 
 
At the cross road 
Where the pen will  drip  venomous ink 
and cast silence  to it earliest dark 
There we would be, celebrating success
 like yesterday's event 

At the crossroad 
Where my demise will be displayed 
And wounds scraped open, 
Where the titles of my pieces will be swept under the mud
There I would be, with a soured heart 
repainting my darker past

BLAQ POET
PAKAMARA

Crossroad

Their comes a time
In a person's life,
When you're at a crossroad
Do I go left or right?
Contemplating restlessly
On each path,
Confused and scared
In fear of the aftermath.
Often our decisions
Can be so difficult,
For every step we take
Our life reflects, as result.
No matter the circumstances
Nor the person,
Everyday choices are made
Our lives they better or worsen.
With the options at hand,
We can seem so care free.
Until we're standing there in shock!!
How could this happen to me??
Bad things happen to good people,
All too often it seems.
When life becomes a nightmare
From out of our worst dreams.
It's not something we prepare for
Or would even expect.
It's not something we can change
From here, we must accept.
Count our many blessings
That we are so grateful for,
The little moments in life
May we no longer ignore.
Learn from our mistakes
Yet, may we always recall,
Those so very dear to us,
Whom we were lucky to have at all.

A Crossroad

I stood still;
stationed
amidst a crossroad;
dispirited
with a dormant mind.

One decision away;
two alternatives,
yet one to be espoused.

Do I listen to my intuition
and swim across the lake of dreams
or do I listen to perceptions
and hop onto the imminent train of life?

Caught in the chaos,
A battle
betwixt the heart
and the brain;
alike an incessant war
of fire and ice.

The Lord Waits At the Crossroad

Oh, the blessings that awaits
 
when we learn to spiritually evolve, 

the Lord waits at the crossroad to help us catch up 

and together walk in the light. 


9/17/2019



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Another Crossroad

As we travel along our life's paths we face many crossroads. Do we pause to ponder our decision of which road we take or do we rush through the crossroad? Do we turn or continue on our original course? 

Looking back we know which roads we should have taken. Looking forward our choices are not so easy. Every crossroad leads us to another crossroad. Every choice delivers us eventually to another crossroad.

I'm sorry if your crossroads have led you to disaster and I'm happy if your crossroads have brought you blessings. One thing I am sure of is our crossroads can make us stronger if we use them to carry on. 

When you reach your crossroad, remember you old crossroads, choose the best you can and perhaps your next crossroad will be easy. For when we reach our final destination our crossroads have made us who we are.

Crossroads Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
9/16/19

Crossroad Choices

They say never bet the devil your head
he will come for it looking eyes all red
all the lies you were fed 
next thing you know surprise your dead

Dont give your soul up no matter what
coming up at the crossroads stuck
than out of nowhere from the dust
appeared a thing I knew I could not trust

This creature was trying to offer me something
when really it had nothing
but a bunch of lies and bluffing
its breath was disgusting 

He offered me treasures and the keys 
to all of my dreams
I knew better because the grass is not always green
and life is not always what it seems.       -TA

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