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You better jump in a save me or toss me a life boat
For I’m at an unfortunate depth and I cannot swim
And unexpectedly you have me confused with the other him
Don’t play me, don’t play me, don’t play me
Why don’t you let me in
Or I’ll sleep beneath the trees
In the lovely pines of sin
I’d tell you not to worry but
For fear that you probably won't
I've got my suitcase
From the Phoenix Underground to the Bemidji streets
From the Blue Moon Saloon to the empty seats of Coda
I’m back and forth against this wind
Walking shaded in the face of the sun
Ten minutes and I’m all done
Your Purgatory lies beneath me
And I’m not catholic
So until warm weather beseech me
So I’m tiptoeing on icees
JP sings and he techno’s
I fail to empty bottles or simply let go
Media masses murder for the public’s interest
She insist that I wear a girdle
When I’m jig-sawing or playing Tetris
Rain falls
Shame calls
Looks like we’ll drag Marla
Up and down the malls
Your purgatory lies beneath me
And I’m not catholic
So I’m tiptoeing on icees
Until warm weather beseech me
Lately the future’s freaked me out
I’m indoors, she’s beneath the clouds
I figure there’s no escaping this
Awkward ending that we so often miss
Days seem to swim through time
Better than I tread the rivers
A nickel, a silver, a pint, a pitcher
And there goes my liver
You better jump in a save me or toss me a life boat
For I’m at an unfortunate depth and I cannot swim
And unexpectedly you have me confused with the other him
Don’t play me, don’t play me, don’t play me
I must confess that
when I was younger
Love was not always
my first impulse…
Anger the impediment--
Fear the antagonist;
and now, much older
Love must be present,
the main ingredient in
all endeavors; permeate
as scent of a blossom
and Light redeeming
dawn—there must be
interaction with
the Soul of Love
or all my past
and negative
conclusions
positively foregone--
not to be confused
or misinformed:
I speak beyond
the surface norm
though how appealing
shades evolving
rapturously into hues
entrancingly revealing,
with misty perfumes
that ride the air
such carpet magic
beguiling—the contours
of smiles
though how captivating
now most manufactured
from these Pearly-whites
I run, yes leap into
evasive flight
as day often seems
to bolt haphazardly
into perilous night…
as with religion
no longer faith enough
to charm and draw me
with its promise,
such mysticism
that climbs above
all suffering
as if no height
too high
we glide above
like angel span
soaking up thermals
escaping our
sacrificial earth
such pagan body
left far below
with new eyes
and heart
unwavering--
to say I soar
for the Genuine God
is to say
I enter deeper
within--
there is no
true beauty
needing further
definition
outside of
itself…
I speak of the rose
at the moment of perfection
when color and scent
on immortal display,
the mountain’s highest
peaks when baptized with
a season’s first snow
and the moon full-spot-on
illuminating the
dramatic-face
of heaven’s own
figurative show
I grow in spirit,
reach and aspire--
all nature
a performer
and we theaters
All God….
Each of us enters heaven
to taste, travel around
especially in dreams
such journeys abound,
it is our duty
to make both heaven
and earth sound
man, a wayward product
of heaven,
but source and body
are never far apart found
for heaven and earth are
inseparably bound
we all enter earth
to taste, sense, recall,
and travel around
confused by gold castles
and roads of jewels
church paintings by
blessed fools,
a kiss is connection
breathless bliss of heaven
a child's first notes
such joyful cries
no new parent with dry eyes
we all enter heaven
with such miraculous sighs
division not God's will
but the Devil's persistent
lies
Signs are everywhere, they are like clues that help us to see clear.
Signs are messages, like when your stomach growls, it gives us the sign that we need to eat and make us feel full to continue on.
Signs come from many ways, they are like the darkness before the storm giving us time to take shelter and stay clear.
Signs are sometimes not there, we have to listen to our intuition, we have to follow our own thoughts, that make sense and lead us to a safe spot.
Signs are sometimes bad, we look at them and feel confused, and think wow, that is not true.
Signs can be good and bad, they can be placed to make you lose your way.
So, look and think, long and hard, do not rush to follow a sign, think to yourself if its good, and take care of yourself.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
The glitter surrounding our world
Has thinned out extensively
To such an extent
That darkness has not only infiltrated
Through our borders, but,
Has completely invaded our essence!
The rampage upon our confused hearts
Has already started
And the darkness has made it such that
Evil no longer cares to wear its mask
While facing us
Letting its shrewdness, rather,
Traumatize us to have doing
Nothing else other than staring at the void
That sprawls itself in front of our gazes,
Lost, in a catatonic state, drowning
In the shock which we keep trying to absorb!
Amidst this dark night,
I hold my light as I would an umbrella,
Shielding those who need its warmth
From the cold wintery winds that chill
Our souls to blind our connection from
That from which we have spawned
Ready to have us believe that
We are like the darkness itself!
Faith is all we need to fight evil;
Strong, stoic, unflinching and blind,
Both in ourselves and in our higher purpose!
But along with it,
We also need trust in the good that
Inhabits us,
As if we all switch on our lights
And face the evil as a calm and warm ocean,
The darkness would have no choice
Other than flee to the murkiest corners
Of non-existence, never to be seen again!
How was I supposed to know,
When all I have ever known was love?
That bad doesn't only exist in the bible
And liars aren't just in stories from a long time ago.
Bad is also the nice guy from the bar that I took home.
Too focused on hell, too jaded to tell
That sex isn't evil, it's the people.
The ones with bad intentions,
The ones you never mentioned
The ones who tell people, me, what I want to hear,
Manipulating the boundaries that I had made abundantly clear.
And then I'm confused again by how I ended up here.
I gave trust until it was broken,
Followed by fake apologies to keep me hoping that they had changed.
I learned that the devil isn't horned and red,
He's the horny man who was in my bed;
The one who raped me after I'd been fed his lies.
Drunk on nothing but an illusion; devil in disguise,
In the details too.
Magick woven with intention to suspend belief
This is the devil of the 21st century.
at times it seems to be their only ticket out of the hood
young black men with athletic talents that are exceptionally good
be it basketball, football, baseball or any other type of sport
it's their natural athletic ability where they don't seem to fall short
but not all of them are gifted enough to have top-notch grades
they use what they got to lie in the bed of life that they've made
to get out of the projects, beyond the violence and the crime
to rise above their circumstances, away from the troubled and hard times
but the pressure is tremendous and there are only a certain numbers of spots
they will attempt to do anything to rise up to the top
many of them are overwhelmed, many get lost and confused
everybody wants a piece of them, they can't seem to win nor lose
awesome responsibility placed upon their untutored minds
many of them will misstep and get left behind
the prestige and money make a most seductive bait
a number of them will bypass college as they can not afford to wait
organized sports, the fast track to fortune and fame
but all it seems to have done is take the fun out of the game
it's not personal, it's business
and the athletes are just tools
to make money for those in powers
but what about education and school?
to turn pro, to get paid, to have the American dream
organized sports, it's no longer about fun nor about the team
Ebony thoughts of misery paint my soul
from her silent brush of leaving
and led me on a road of disrepair
where I live each lonely night
opening and closing doors of nightclubs and bars
in long empty nights of escape
from the constant drizzle of pain
with continuous small glasses of liquor
hey bartender! how about another round
the pungent scent of sweat fills the air
from bodies in motion, I can not see or hear
so I leave
and walk between the doors silent and confused
the streets are a dark lonely world of shades and shadows
melting into a black emptiness lined with broken streetlights
with no way out of my realm of madness
each time my palm feels the cool glass of a door
that reads welcome, twenty-one and over
I laugh inside from the irony
with no will to stop
each step, each night, leads to a door
where I drown in sorrow
trapped in the music of my life
Aiming to organize perfectly with zest
Brain of mine braces up against distraction's pest
Compartmentalization becomes clear mindset as best
Dividing rightfully; yet what along how is a challenging test...
Each has proper place in every way
Failure to do so may, can and will cause delay
Good thinking should function along wisdom ray
Hoisted by trust, prayer-propelled... smiting dismay...
Inevitable occurrences along puzzling maze
Juggling concerns creating issues of mental craze
Keep me confused vis-a-vis compartmentalization blaze...
Lord, help me, I beg to face controversies with simplicity-gaze...
Mental attitude of triumphant glow
Now is my goal against faith* that's shallow
Optimizing divine direction with optimism as I follow
Perspective of wholistic pursuits and wholesome serenity-flow.
*Romans 10:17 So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.
July 28, 2023
2nd place, "This or That, Vol 19-Compartmentalization" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 8/4/2023
lost for what seems like an eternity
wondering what will come of me
so many questions when I dream
of what my true purpose is
in this reality
ever since I can remember I've had
a hollow pit that forever grew in my souls core
like a painful emptiness that deepened more and more
until that day I saw you standing in front of your hotel door
such a magnetic pull to you
like my soul just knew it was you
n that the games we hada play with the lames we chose to date in the past were finally through
the intensity I felt to want you forever next to me
just being in your presence felt like pure ecstasy
so confused, but it was something I couldnt ignore
feeling like we had loved one another since the moment our energies were born
an unknown infinite lifetimes of history had me more than sure
you were my pain, misery and turmoils cure
like a love drug I couldn't get enough of
manifested ourselves to eachother
bc the universe knew we needed one other
to help us get through past scars
and future tragedies that we didn't know we were in store for
every second we fell in love more and more
souls intertwined so deeply everytime we were together
but insecurities from past experiences started to sprout
and little by little we built up walls to keep the other out
not knowing what to do or how to not shut down
we slowly distracted ourselves
from what our true purpose was about
weakness & doubt hit us so hard,
from the universe coming at us full force
beaten down and almost out of hope
the small amount of faith we still held
had managed to keep us close.
an honestly,
that's what mattered the most