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We must not belittle the strength of shadows
Though tongues christen them bad.
They wear the surname of darkness
Because their hands sometimes borrow without return,
Because their footsteps bruise peace,
Because blood has learned their names.
Yet see........
Even the thorn tutors the careless palm.
When you drop gold in the open field,
They are the swift reminder,
Bending to pick what your wisdom forgot.
Next dawn, your pockets learn vigilance
Thus, sense is schooled by loss.
They are society’s sharp mirror,
Reflecting negligence without mercy.
They steal today,
So you guard tomorrow.
In corridors of labour,
They rise as resistance
Antagonists in tailored suits,
Whose bitterness becomes a whip,
Driving the diligent to run faster than comfort.
In homes, they sit at the same table,
Wolves wrapped in kinship,
Testing patience, pressing purpose,
Forcing sleepers to wake into relevance.
They bruise, they block, they burden
Yet by their weight, muscles of destiny grow.
They dance as agents of hell,
Frustration stitched into their smiles,
But I wonder
If the devil retired,
Would faith still find volunteers?
For pain is a loud prophet,
Adversity, a stubborn evangelist.
Sickness kneels the proud,
Loss lifts eyes heavenward,
And tears teach prayers their alphabet.
So let us confess this uneasy truth:
Light learns definition from darkness.
Gold proves itself in fire.
And goodness sharpens its spine
Because evil dares to exist.
Yes.............
Bad people are not blessings,
But they are lessons.
Unwelcome, unholy, undeniable
They are society’s hard teachers,
And growth often answers their call.
Pity the poor evangelist.
He must always be so perfect.
Not for him the downcast brow,
For fear of it's effect,
On those that he may chance to meet,
Who know of his profession.
A man like him must always greet,
A critical procession.
For friend and foe he must remain,
A beacon in the sky,
To sing his song with glad refrain,
And never dare a sigh;
For if he lets the barrier down,
Even for a moment,
The crowd is sure he's lost his crown,
And thinks his spirit dormant.
We all are made of flesh and blood,
And though some think this odd,
It's hard to stand on a pedestal, Friend,
Even for men of God.
On what metaphysical, natural yet spiritual, principle
might agree
an economic ecologist,
an evangelist,
and a political power analyst?
Earth's prehistoric Creation unfolded
more regeneratively compassioned
than degeneratively dispassioned,
or anthropocentric history tellers
and sacred scripture retellers
and, eventually, writers,
could not have become
recreatively intelligent
regenetically empowered
neurosystemic co-investors
Enlightening SunFather
created LeftHemisphere's
AnthroCentric Logos
derived from spiritually sung
and naturally danced
empowering EarthMother's
indigenously wise RightHemisphere Mythos
Remixing
reconnecting
re-ligioning pleasure mysteries
regenerating passion history histories.
And if we add the further premise
that on bi-hemispheric Earth,
as in neurosystemic bicameral logic
and creolizing inter-religious language
and cobinary polymathic listening,
positive 1-SunGod History
is equivalent to
double negative 0-EarthMother Mystery,
then Earth's regenerative, resonant, resolving,
re-ligiously liberating
spiritually enlightened mind economic passions
balance conserving
naturally empowered not not political body pleasures.
Or maybe this has nothing to do with indigenous endorphin wisdom;
its just the more agnostic Nyquil.
Life is full of Catch-22s. You can and you can’t; You shall and you shan’t; You will and you won’t;
"You will be damned if you do, and you will be damned if you don’t”
~American evangelist Lorenzo Dow
Without the battle of Armageddon
there’s no Kingdom of Heaven,
There’s no salvation
without the Crucifixion,
There’s no concept of good
without the presence of evil,
No light of day
without the darkness of night,
No yearning for Heaven
without the threat of Hell,
There’s no God
without the devil,
There’s no life
without death.
~02/06/22
~Contest: Buzzwords
~Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues.
I'm a slave so I got slave traits
brought with a price, brought to America
and got bidded on, slapped, whipped
worked cotton fields and of course been spitted on
you see I then did a bid caught probation and
to be on these streets again I'm scared
probation or parole
don't mean you free it's just another way
for this country to keep you in check
now you might get some respect from ya homies
but tell me whats that, truth is I'm just a slave wit benefits
so times ain't really changed from then till now
cause we were slaves then and we still are now
when you see a slave what you hear shhh! not a sound
we was lost and then found or rather already found
just taken, robbed, and raped given a clean slate
wit a new name thats kind of the reason
I could never wear bracelets and chains
so I'm still locked up in my own mind frame.
This is what I am or rather who I am
a servant of the great I AM
and I am every man & woman who fought & died for freedom
I am every Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Harriet Tubman
that chose to lead em, I am every Nelson Mandela,
Rodney King and Jesus Christ thats eternally bleeding
I am the truth, way, light & every righteous reason
every preacher, evangelist, poet, public speaker, & deacon
that believes some people are only in ya life for seasons
and as a young adult to my young brothers & sisters
I been sanctified to lyrically feed em that everybody
walks their own path but only you know who you
should believe in.
Faith filled fervency in fellowship with family and friends
Always advising with amazing authority and austerity
True pastor-teacher and talented Jack of all trades
Humble, honest and handsome, he is my hero
Exemplary evangelist with experience and excellence
Robust and reliable, he restlessly runs our residence
Sincere, skilful, smart and sharp-witted with a sensitive side
Dynamic, dauntless and dear, he has a distinctive personality
Articulate and able, ablaze with abiding, ardent love
Yeah, he loves yard work and yearns for yonder heaven.
05.17.2021
For L Milton Hankins' "A tribute to fathers" contest
I watch the television evangelist Joel Osteen with Josephine from
Ghana.
God wants you to succeed, he says. I think God died or lied,
same difference. When everyone holds up their Bibles and thumps
them
I make my nervous laugh.
Joel’s favorite story is David and Goliath,
how the little guy slays the big guy by throwing rocks. There’s no
singing
in this church, singing’s for funerals and death is for losers. I say to
Josephine
What kind of day was it for Goliath?
Josephine and Joel’s congregation
hold no sympathy for Goliath. Just as I can’t picture God
they can’t visualize Goliath with a wife and kids. I watch Shrek with
my wife and kids,
one of our favorite movies.
Is this done in every American town and the world over
so there is no need to feel lost or lonely ever?
Evangelist, Pastor, Musician, Composer, extraordinaire
The Philippines, to
Israel, Greece
Turkey, Tonga
Alabama, to Maine
Fullness of heart
Fullness of spirit
Fullness of mind
Hers give not receive, offer not demand, love not deceit, prayer
Unfamiliar faces
Not knowing places
Staring into spaces
Peter's hands she graces
Oh mother of mind
Return to me
And free me of my bind
Decisions asked, nay made, heedless to all, sole caretaker
Though she forgot us
Bathing, eating still a plus
Singing songs were gone
Uttering the Word, unheard
Oh mother of mind
Return to me
And free me of my bind
Make her whole this Royal journey that you must take her
For the hour draws nigh
Yet I know you'll deny
For the powers that be
Nay set her mind free
Oh mother of mind
Return to me
And free me of my bind
Your birthday just days ago and still leftover cake there were
T'was part of the course
Be the best, be the most
For nay, not here to coast
Nay so, not even to boast
Oh mother of mind
Return to me
And free me of my bind
"Son, I want to go home", "Oh, doc...", and in 3 days she was there.
...Voyage pacifique royal
2019 September 18
If I weren't afraid I'd never have made
The decision that changed my life's direction
An absolute gut-check, no options carefully weighed
My path took an abrupt mid-course correction
Raised with a bare modicum of religious instruction
I knew I was born Jewish, but that's about all
Didn't see anything in it but weeping and destruction
'Til the day my ignorance made me feel small
Confronted by an aggressive evangelist, I had no reply
Couldn't defend my forefathers' faith with a single 'why'
Thought I, a 3,000-year-tradition must have a lot to say
I resolved to go to Israel the very next day
While I had always resented being labeled 'a Jew'
What if the little I knew was actually true?
That there's a God in Heaven Who loves you
But Who you're personally accountable to
Looking back, it was my fear that saved me
From turning my back on my people and nation
For that I can surely thank my lucky stars
That fear's the first step toward faith and salvation
September 09, 2019
If I Weren't Afraid Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Of some mad American empire
were Angels rage in the suicidal age
Of TV stars and failed billionaires
Upstart demagogues tyrannical
Wanta-bes who rule with lies on knees of glass
And feet of tin, and rings of fools-gold
tiny fists bleed tiny tears Infamy
Schemes with in schemes
Orange rage racism raw ragged
and blasphemy of science
idolize idiocracy
A mad American empire teetering on oblivion
In TVs and multimedia social society
Of Markets and networking divisions
Evangelist blind screaming for an idol falsely
Bluebirds flutter flocks like ravens
A murder of crows Die in the lite of truth
The truth is a matter of opinion obsession
False diversions a fractured nation
A false god a false profit beloved by narrow-minded illiterate ill-rational idiots
Idolize inept and ignorant orange
God, a false divinity
Raging lies in tin crowns
an overgrown tyrant
a little king without armor
a fool With bloody hands
smeared mascara eyeliner drowned
Blood and horror a mad American empire
were Angels rage suicidal age
Of faded TV stars gluttonous billionaires
Upstart demagogues
tyrannical nights of thousand lights
Mega-phone preacher of a new order
Make America some mad empire
Wanta-bes who rule
with lies and tyrannical deeds
knees of glass bleed oil orange fire
feet of glass things of fools-gold
Tiny fists clutch paper crowns
tiny tears Infamy a crocodiles lear
Schemes within and schemes without
rape of queens, dreamers teetering on oblivion
orange racism ragged raw
wall falls halls echo lies and false fantasies
blasphemy of science, idiocracy , supremacy
Drooling fools, magaits burrow in
Some mad American empire...