Of hate they say the devil has a plan
to succumb each
the mania ferocious chemicals of fear
aye the trickster rubs his gleeful hands
as the collusion of men
give to evil
true evil in the intrigues of ego
bid their righteous anathema
upon a perfection
so wrought
by infinitesimal clay
these miracles of a immortal hands
Tiny vulnerable
as by protection
lay in womb and cradle
all in love molded
of pattern and passions conduit
shall the future be
this little beginnings burning ember of life
Mothers and Fathers
have spoken the words of gods
entered upon and eternal pact
yet interred become
in connivance of the demons sons
as to paradise
have brought their wreck
cast about with currish net
and dragged the lambs to noxious depths
Aye a child stand upon the navel of the world
energetic tree ancient in rooted earth
reminder of a universal anthems
esoteric for all of choice
shall speak the language of a thousand tongues
and still
echo all
with only one voice
Woe indeed
to those who defame the word of love
Categories:
currish, child,
Form: Free verse
November 10 , 2014 2:30 pm
I see a little darken shadow of my complexion skin.
I afraid a shady cold heart white currish man treating me like a helpless *****.
My rituals and rights is my fight I stand .
The currish white man sees me like an ignorant mentally challenge dastard *****.
He should be punished of his assumptions.
I am a colored young man being treated unfairly.
I am a somebody that protests and rises and rises till the day and night I fall.
I am the colored young man of life.
Categories:
currish, black african american, emotions,
Form: Narrative