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A poem Dedicated to Fady Joudah and Naomi Nye
He was standing there, in that library meeting hall. I could see only his back side. A nice blue colored shirt, with a nice-looking skin with a lot of attitudes, in obvious subtility.
And I am still thinking of him, with a stupid mind, in utter stupidity!
And then he saw me. Or one must say, that he was able to locate me.
A moment ago, I was hugging Naomi, a student of creative writing class. She is now sitting with me, right beside me. I did not bring my water bottle. Naomi had her water bottle, right in front of her.
She was asking me, “Are you ready for your poem?”
I was ready. I had a printed page ready to be recited. I was deciphering my accountability within the last two years. Some new poems, and a whole lot of prescribed medicines. Really a whole lot of medicines. Color coated sugary treats in taming the pains of ongoing beating hearts.
I was ready. I had my poem. The title of the poem was “Beautiful Sadness.”
I was waiting in a library meeting hall. I had Fady, standing in front of me. With a nice looking blue colored shirt, with a nice-looking skin, and with a whole lot of attitudes, in subtility.
And Naomi was asking me softly, “I had two poems. One is an angry poem and the other one is a bit sad. I do not know which one I should recite.”
I wanted to paint something. I wanted to clean something.
And I was gazing at Naomi’s water bottle, Naomi’s own bottle.
Love is magical;
a marvelous explosion of emotions
that morphs into a series of intimate moments.
Migrating from your heart to your soul:
it captures your imagination at the beginning,
and delivers a sense of belonging at the end.
Doubts, insecurities, and misgivings
acquiesce to the ecstasy of love;
allowing two hearts to share one dream.
Euphoric and ethereal:
love is full of joy-filled energy and promise.
Like a secret fantasy come true;
the magic of a kiss
gets tethered to trust and hope:
allowing dreams to tap into forever feelings.
Intimate, phantasmagorical, and sublime,
are but a few words that come to mind:
when describing love.
An intense feeling of affection:
it summons a smile,
that gives life meaning and purpose.
It has no territory, no borders,
no accountability and no schedule.
And because it takes on different forms,
defining love: falls into the ethereal realm
of poets and romantics.
Falling in love is breathtaking:
but feeling loved defies description.
Our religious institutions
Are now filled with spiritual prostitution
Worshiping dollar bills
Instead of the one whose blood spilled.
Preachers administer biblical laxatives
Making many thin
Where is the Holy Spirit?
Who is supposed to shine within?
There is Accountability
And Responsibility
When your flocks is left emaciated,
Emotionally raided
But you’re afraid you’ll be hated.
The word of God is sharper than any two edged sward
If you eat the real gospel great will be your reward
Complicated the living word that is simple
Afraid the sheep won’t leave with dimples.
Ear tickling messages burning in flames
When you were supposed to bring Gods name fame
The truth hurts.
Hurt me with the truth!
Eternity is a long time to suffer for my youth.
Hypnotically medicated
By an enemy who is dedicated
Did you ever really give God your all?
Did you really answer his call?
The assignment rest in the makers hands
And, yes there are spiritual demands.
Everyone these days is offended
I rather you offend me now
Cause the word says every knee,
Every knee will bow!
You’re Hungry with in
Because you worship your sin
Looking everywhere but to the king
Ruler over everything.
Many cry into the wind
Pride stops you from confessing your sin
The wages of sin is death,
Do you know if you get a next breath?
The waves are crashing
The earth is groaning
Masses are roaming.
The rain longs to wash it away
But only you can choose life today.
BY: Sabina Nicole
I want the real Jesus
Not the one who appeases us.
I want the living God
Not this secular facade.
There’s some Friction
About the Crucifixion
It’s more than a benediction.
There is Accountability
And vulnerability
Which Leads one to a life of
Spiritual stability.
You can’t try to fly
When you’re living a lie
Injected by a media that worships
the Third Eye.
Only a fish out of water
Can tell it’s a new order.
Only those that pay attention
Can see its false protection.
Mind games rule the masses
It is time for you to grasp this.
Our music bleeds on innocent lives
We are forgetting Pollution has a price
Don’t fall asleep to all the signs
We are living in the end times.
By: Sabina Nicole
Every privilege demands responsibility
To yourself, to your family and to others
The most privilege is to obey and serve God
For we have a soul for eternal salvation
For the soul is boundless and endless entity
Each has his own worth and accountability
Be sure to have an eternal insurance joyfully
Not gnashing of teeth in the judgment day
Our title, our wealth, our profession is nil
Unless you are sure to hit the target of life
And that is to arrive your place of refuge surely
Life has given three scores and ten years
To find the salvation of your soul perfectly
For there is always a law of diminishing return
Life comes in this world weak and ends weak
We don't brag of what we have but be humble
For we came nothing and end nothing
But the soul whose real face all at the end
Give accounting and will face the judgment.
Death by misadventure.
That is sadly how
most Black lives
wrongfully and unnecessarily
lost at the hands of police officers
are written off these days.
It's become the new normal.
Yet another Black life
has been snuffed out
while in the custody
of White cops.
It all played out
in broad daylight.
People out on the street
watched one
committing murder.
Despite repeated pleas
from onlookers, he remains
heartlessly indifferent,
kneeling
on a black man's neck,
blocking his airway,
putting over 100 lbs of pressure
on his spinal cord!
Who does that?
A man of color is pleading
for his life...and air.
"I can't breathe!" "I can't breathe!"
Hmm, why does that sound familiar?
Meanwhile his back-ups
are standing around
doing nothing,
saying nothing;
obviously complicit
in George Floyd's murder
Their punishment?
Loss of employment.
That's it? Seriously!?
Sorry, Minneapolis
Accountability
doesn't go far enough here!
From the looks of it
you've diagnosed
and dismissed
this senseless loss
of an African-American life
as mere death by misadventure,
which is outrageous.
Those cops should be charged
with murder, Minneapolis!
It was murder.
You don't get away with it
just because
you wear a uniform,
just because
you've got connections,
just because
you're rich and powerful,
just because
you're Caucasian,
just because
you're Black.
Unjustified murder
is unjustified murder.
Their punishment must fit
their heinous crime.
Justice for George Floyd!
Justice for his grieving family!
Do more, Minneapolis!
Date written: 05/28/2020
Are you a person who keeps his promises or breaks them all the time
Take the one most people at New Years make to themselves after that last bottle of wine
The old saying I am a man of my word what does that really mean
How about our governments and what they claim they are going to do for us ,why do they not just come clean
A broken promise can cause a great deal of pain to the person you make it to
Take for instance your wedding vows over fifty percent of the people never follow through
Or how about the old classic , I promise to never do that again
It is not a question of the person breaking the promise it is a question of when
Accountability for our actions should not magically disappear
By not being on time it can cause a cascading effect and make it impossible for other people to keep their promises I fear
If we want our children to stick to their word , an example we must surely set
Actions do indeed speak louder than words , keep your promises it's something you won't regret
You and I seemed a sure thing,
we’d been strong seven years,
had man more up than downs,
nothing wrong, it appeared.
But then you started changing,
talking empowerment,
calling our home a prison,
our kids a detriment.
Saying that a ‘strong woman,’
has no need of a man,
somehow we who loved you most
didn’t fit with your plans.
Do you know
our kids will never forgive you,
and if they saw you right now
they’d probably hit you.
So just leave,
you fell in love with your theory,
found out, too late, it don’t work,
but that isn’t on me.
Then one day you were missing,
out to live your ‘real’ life,
posting things that made it clear
you’re no longer my wife.
Lusting for other women,
calling all men toxic,
not excepting your own son,
how did you get so sick?
Marching to ‘change the world’ and
‘free women from the home,’
urging accountability,
taking none of your own.
Do you know
our kids will never forgive you,
and if they saw you right now
they’d probably hit you.
So just leave,
you fell in love with your theory,
found out, too late, it don’t work,
but that isn’t on me.
And now you’re acting shocked
that you’re tired and alone,
Feel regret for the fact
that these same children have grown;
as if those feminists
ignored something inside,
ten dam years to learn this,
too late, you ruined your life!
Do you know
our kids will never forgive you,
and if they saw you right now
they’d probably hit you.
So just leave,
you fell in love with your theory,
found out, too late, it don’t work,
but that isn’t on me.
Just read in the papers
your name once more;
illogical the powers
which huddle unseen.
You sat in my class,
scholarship’s pilgrim.
I recall your nascent soul,
tranquil but with drive.
Now, your face, a shock
which scorches my eyes,
Pondering your death
mercifully, my spirit cries.
Last year, reports of gangs
front page news, three guys,
a dusting of charges
assault, theft, DUI’s.
A battle raging.
I thought at the time to call you.
Would it have helped?
Then last month, I read
where you chose to combine
drugs and murder
and it landed you in prison.
The essence of deceit,
you found in suicide.
When did you quit
your search for truth?
As an earthly priest
discreetly I pray
knowing your reward
is beyond my ken.
Your funeral I cannot bear.
An unyielding sense of
guilt shouts, "Shame!"
within this teacher’s core.
August 20, 2019
Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil;
Who put darkness for light, and light for darkness;
Who put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
Isaiah 5:20
L – Lawful bodies have the lions’ share of legally enforcing the law.
A – As a matter of fact, it is what they are all about – accountability.
W – Wishful thinking, does the world want well-being for its workforce?
E – Essentially, the electorate expects and embraces the execution of law;
N – nevertheless, a negligible number of ne’er-do-wells find notoriety in
F – fomenting fear and frenzy with felonious, unfounded activity.
O – Organized, outside operatives overtake local opposition
R – resulting in rebellion and riots wich restrict any rational protest.
C – Calm, composed complaints cannot change congressional responsibility.
E – Enforcement agents endure endless epithets and endangerment
M – minimizing their major mission of immigration management.
E – Embattled sanctuary entities are explicitly evading law enforcement;
N – needless to say, the nuclear option norm (catch and release) is a no-win.
T – The twists and turns of Jacob’s troubled time threatens mankind – Tribulation.