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Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions
They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”
Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!
They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”
Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving
They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?
“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
“Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”
Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery!
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly –
Their lack of optimism and gratitude
Buried them down in captivity
How can you bear their poverty?
How can He save them from destruction and pity?
They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…”
Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!
Can't keep refusing it's on the hands of you
Is this the haunting image of hell I view?
So, to care or plead for my discreet silence
Weak hands are calling to you for guidance
Praying to get help for feelings that permeate
Like watching, hurting, rolled down a sewer grate
Gentle hands tapping a telegraph in dotted code
Seek to find salvation before all these feelings erode
Scared to run, diseases like this don't seem to phase you
Are the answers to it all, I read, found in a hard wooden pew
I wish I had your faults, there aren't many, but I have found a few
Wringing hands, no answers, come fly around my hell, all a skew
No blasphemy intended, no one nailed to the board
Once written, answers in time, by the pearl gate lord
Where shall I flee? I’m swimming in the waters of misery…
And I’m crying a river…I’m saturated in woe
How do I think cheerfully? I’m lost in the abyss…and the shadows won’t let me be…
And I’m bewildered… I’m fighting to break free…
(I can’t break free…
Where do I flee?
Why can’t I break free?)
The spiders are spinning their webs above me…
Bless me and untangle me from this madness…please… give me peace…I’m wasting away –
They’re preying upon me…they’re whipping me … warping their way inside of me
My saliva drips on the ground…I’m growing numb and I pray
The monsters don’t attack my heart’s desires…if I let them break free,
I’ll never be the same…I’ll never see the light of day
Where do I belong? I’m roaming in the fields of blasphemy
And I’m crying a river…I feel like an awful disgrace…
How do I find a pathway? I’m lost in fields of weeds…they’re producing catastrophe
And I’m bewildered… I’m trying to finish the race…
(I can’t keep pace…
The sweat is trickling down my face…
Why can’t I keep pace?)
The wasps are chasing after me…where do I flee?
Caress me and save me from the distress…stinging me in pleasure…I’m drifting away –
They’re hovering all around me… they’re harassing me…could you wipe away my tears?
Find me a place of rest…to make the sufferings end and I pray
The darkness will stop spreading lies in my head…if I throw away my fears,
I’ll never learn to face my fears…I’ll never know His way…
Where shall I go? I’m roaming in the fields of blasphemy
And I’m crying a river…I’m saturated in woe
How do I find the key? I’m lost in fields of weeds…they’re reproducing catastrophe
And I’m bewildered…
I’m yearning to let go…
I’m learning to cope with my fears…
I’m deserting my woe…
I’m wiping away the tears...
(that has been bottled up for many years… )
The spiders have ensnared me in their webs…
I’m in danger…I’m wrapped up in distress…
and there is no where to hide…
The wasps are tracking me down...I haven’t paid my debts…
I’m struck in alarm…I’m in a mess…
Please stay by my side – catch me as I collide
( We’re all together on this ride… )
I can’t break free (please relieve me from my despair)
Why can’t I break free? Where do I flee? (this pain is too much to bear)
I can’t keep pace (give me the energy to shine like the sun)
Why can’t I keep pace? Why can’t I finish this race? (give me some strength to run)
As I look thru this scope
this, rifle if you will
I still hear that whisper (Corey shoot to kill)
today could be my last meal
like Christ last supper so like the
word of God my floetic lyrics bypass
flesh and cuts thru souls like a hot knife thru butter
and as a black man I don't know what it's like
to be a black woman and imma father so
I can't imagine what it was like for my mother
but my scope, my aim, my trigga finger
is nothin like yourz.
You see my heart too was once cold
now I'm back on solid ground
like the concrete floor, I can hear
the angels in heaven now still
shouting for my encore
I still hear em praising God's name
when the doctor cut my umbilical cord
I can still see Saul on the road to Damascus
being used by the Lord I can feel the ancient history
of my ancestors when whips tore thru their ligaments
I still see the devil speaking blasphemy to me
acting so belligerent, so take a long look at
me this here is black history
because honestly you couldn't walk thru
my shoes if I let you in my memory
This group is always pounding so hard on the doors of hell
With so many ungodly abominations I couldn't even begin to tell
They are the big demonic bully in their self created abortion room
I can only wonder what the Lord says about those who assume
First Baldwin, now Romero and all their highly tax paid cohorts
Often argue in favor of *********** before the U.S. courts
For murderers they constantly fight against the death penalty
But the complete innocence of the unborn they just can't see
In the hatred of all evil I increasingly sense their stark presence
For a group to fight God's unborn rings of injustice so immense
But this misguided wayward group has forgotten just one thing
The complete and utter justice that our Lord Jesus is going to bring
Look at our schools without prayer and what they have become
In todays world now Americans are considered just flat out dumb
But don't just take my word for it all you need to do is look around
The damage done I would admit in that God can so rarely be found
The ACLU will continue to go to court fighting against The Almighty's Word
But in your continuance to distort God's truth will become increasing heard
You will soon begin to quickly wither away just as the Lord said it would be
Maybe not just right today but how long will He allow such insolent blasphemy
"It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible."
George Washington
"Oh the A.C.L.J. is such a better way
For of God's Law they do not betray
And as they stand and fight for the truly, truly innocent
Surely by God Himself the A.C.L.J. was sent"
Me
What is this life, this reality?
Why do I question it so relentlessly?
So many moments seemingly meaningless,
meandering through this meaningful sentience.
Chronology…
Continuity…
Spirituality…
But really, Oxford will tell you:
Property of being real, resemblance to Original.
Accountable, in my opinion, only through dissemblance.
What I ask, is it original?
It’s all rather subliminal!
Made up by man and the idealism of 'ideal'.
Be like Budda, be like a tree,
pray to Gods, pray for money.
This will make you healthy, that will make you ill.
Where is the free will in all this obscurity?
What is this substance we call reality?
I beg your pardon, Sir and Madam,
excuse my blasphemy if religion is your reality,
But goddamn, Sir and Madam
It’s outrageous and random,
The idea…
The ideal…
Any idea for that matter!
For what is blaspheme?
Speaking irreverently of sacred things!
But what is not sacred down to a grain of sand?
If all by the hand and will of God,
Or aliens...
Or angels…
Or spark of light,
Let us not in the slight pretend,
to know or name a single thing.
Sacred cannot be named,
Or unnamed…
Or claimed…
And yet it is,
as tangible as anything alive.
Let's not deprive a word as 'sacred',
dictated to be, this or that.
Of all facts I know this fact;
Sacred is as sacred be.
As she walks, as she decrees,
she is ancient, beyond antique,
she is the vessel through which divinity speaks.
Reinforce me, please.
I ask nice within the tension
Of every denizen,
As love languors so faintly,
And as I ask quite quaintly,
Please, please, oh, please reinforce me.
The things I say,
The things I do,
The things I think,
The things I chew.
All of it, reinforce.
Reinforce the reinforcement.
Shower the praise
Until I'm soaked,
Then over-soak me.
I need to store it
Like nuts for the winter,
This approval glow.
For there are times
When this brook is barren.
And I forget I shouldn't have a carren
Of what other's think.
And, wet with wonder,
I remember we're all submarines
We either stink together or sink together.
What blasphemy,
The core of humanity.
Your grace of healing tore the cores of the fault finders.
Your works that sprang from divine power, for them, were blinders.
They pulled in Beelzebub to defile your divine might.
Like battlers, the nerds of Banes never left a chance to fight.
In-fights ruin kingdoms, households, and metropolises.
Wars between beasts and humans bring in necropolises.
Finding fault with the strength of the Spirit is blasphemy.
Placing one's feeble faith on deadly deeds is anomie.
Ignorance, like yeast in the bread, had enlivened the thoughts.
In pride and prejudice, the Pharisees planned petty plots
Courteous acts of compassion, they thought, were knells of time.
As ones misleading mankind, in them, crime was in its prime.
No role the Satan has when the divine overpowers
You chased each evil out and brought on all serene showers.
weighing the total sum of existence
is not a skill which is given to us
lying well beyond realm of human minds
even those of prophets and wunderkinds
requiring eternal omnipotence
along with very dogged fixedness
on the tracking of every single change
within unending universe of strange
perhaps why all the gods are too busy
to notice devotees in a tizzy
over all who will not follow their rules
deride and treat them as self-righteous fools
certainly some will call this blasphemy
which should result in incapacity
removal of the right to live and breathe
to do any ungodly thing I please
while others may react slightly more gentle
needing to indoctrinate this fellow
fill me to the brim with scriptures and verse
before my condition becomes much worse
coming right back to the totality
that driving need to measure all which be
inevitably to count, sift and sort
that which their true religion should abort
keeping it all very crisp, neat and clean
creating an accounting-of-souls dream
I for one have no evil scheme or wish
within the sacrilegious pond to fish
fully content to not bother the gods
measuring of totality and odds
A priceless road I find
dangerous game blasphemy,
Wing destiny. To my statue,
leaning forward and less
backward down helpless knees,
begging for A breadcrumb, asking
blood red wine. Quenching
thirst of the almighty to his
throne, for what we don't
know, we will learn to speak
tongue as we follow his
nameless lemon drop
in the lion's den feeding
all who starve... With thunder Nuff
Love!!!!!! God has handed
freely..... Striking, I dare not abuse
thy neighbor shooting anger
out thy hatred for the angels
scatter... A natures beast, Galour
Which has released mi from evil.... As we
come heaven's door,crawling
to meet his feet...... Tu wash dem
Clean.
Tribute tu di mi teacher, who has expanded mi mind to be A great writer; Richard Palmer..... Thanx mi friend and soul- mate for our strength will cury pon.