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I would like to ask Christ
If he stayed with the shame
From hanging naked on the hill
Blood dripping from the rib
Because all the shame within
Hidden well behind my speech
After I rose on my third day from the abyss
A survivor of the devils deeds
Keeps stealing smiles from me
The feeling from within
Breaks the scales of the butcher's dream
Since sleeping with the wind
Empty stomach eating from bins
Selling empty promises for hip
A bid to atone my immediate sins
Needed more sin helping with breathing
And all the pride remaining in me
Had me screaming as life left me
Eloi Eloi why did you forsake me
But the prodigal son soon heed
And woke up quick on his heels
From his grave he clawed to feel the wind
Went to his father on his knees
Let a tear and begged for a drop to sip
By his father's hand he got redeemed
But still he kept it in him
A part of the streets and the spit
The shame stayed and is still relived
Maybe one day the devil will come for him
And he will pay his dues if he seeks peace
His soul is not well the love is lost to dreams
If he still carries the shame,
The preachers cannot pray for him
Christ I mean As for me
I will rot with the trees
And the plants that will grow on me
Will be bitter for what would have been
And the fruits from those trees
Will be poison for the shame I could not speak
The Concert
By Franklin Price
6/3/2015
The pounding of the base drum
Rhythm of the tambourine
Spotlights shining overhead
Lighting something never seen
Balanced on a surfboard
Riding waves up in the sky
Across the venue hanging ten
The star thinks he can fly
A familiar song he's singing
Or is what I'm hearing just a shout
If the cable breaks that's holding him
He'll soon be wiping out
He is now approaching
And is landing on the stage
The crowd below is screaming
Have worked themselves into a rage
There was much more to the concert
But the surfing was the best
If I had paid my money just for that
I could have missed out on the rest
When I think of shadows,
I think of dark spaces I hope my daughters never see,
I think of women getting battered and losing memory,
Of all the beauty of their hearts and minds to be,
What their desires’ fancy and whatever dreams they hope,
When I think of shadows, I think of my ancestors hanging on ropes of despair,
Feeling ever so forsaken cursed by the very air,
When I think of shadows, fear grips me and I want to run and hide,
For I feel a despair unknowable and I feel a pain malignant,
When I think of shadows, towards God I am almost indignant,
But the my Lord reminds me, that shadows are cast by light,
And without the shining torch of love, there would be no room for fright,
When I think of shadows, I often doubt the things I believe,
For I can’t imagine a loving God allowing some to suffer without reprieve,
But then the Lord reminds me that shadows are cast by light,
And no form of darkness can over power his loving might,
When I think of shadows, I am aghast yes that is true,
But inspite of all these shadows, I still say God loves you,
And that light is a far greater substance than any shadow that it casts,
And that light shall eventually reign in love, always and everlast!!
My bed is cold without you here beside me
Life is old…pain is withering away
My blankets are warm…around me…
Strife will cease in no time…but not today
So sleep well, my darling angel…
Sleep without a sound
So sleep well, my darling angel…
I’ll take you out of the chilly cell of your mind
So sleep near me for a minute or two
Life is almost over…you’re sane and I am too
My pillows are not there on my bed
Strife will cease…if only you’d wait…I hope you knew
That I loved you for so long…
But it’s not the right time to say it
You wouldn’t believe it
But, I really wanted to show you…
That you are beautiful inside and out
So sleep well, my darling angel
Sleep well; lay your head on my shoulder
Maybe it will help…maybe it’ll not, but oh well…
So sleep well, my darling angel…
Sleep without a sound
So sleep well, my darling angel…
I’ll take you out of the chilly cell of your mind
Dream with me…for a time…
Wipe away our past grime
I’m still waiting for your love to touch my soul
And yet I cry…for your love to make me feel whole
I can’t go to sleep unless you’re here…
But I shall not have fear
Plant a good thought in my head
Burn away my dread
I’ve seen you once upon a time
I’ve never noticed you, dancing in a flick of a dime
Wake me up from my nightmare…
Mirror my pain…if you’d dare…
So sleep well, my darling angel…
Sleep without a sound
So sleep well, my darling angel…
I’ll take you out of the chilly cell of your mind
My heart is cold without you here hanging around me
Life is full of sorrow…pain increases slowly
My heart is beating…and I could hear it in my head…beating profoundly
Maybe…strife will stop sooner than you think…we’ll be free
Just believe…sleep well…
Just close your eyes…I know you’re tired…
Don’t grieve…sleep well…
Before they headed home we took out newlyweds out to dinner and much to our delight…
the restaurant where we chose to eat has having a Musical Bingo night.
Once we received our bingos sheets and crayons the four of us were ready to go…
We figured with two of us in our 70’s and two of us in their 20’s
there wasn’t one song we would’t know.
But when we saw the bingo categories…Deborah and I immediately shared a frown…
They were: #1 hits from the 1980’s, the 1990’s, Girl Power and Party Down.
What about the hits of the 60’s and ’70’s Deborah and I wondered
for that answer…we didn’t have to look very far…
Without asking anyone’s age it was obvious…we were the oldest people in the bar.
But we had Trista and Damien at our table…their musical knowledge was the best…
and we had Google listening and searching…to help us with the rest.
As it turned out…Deborah and I didn’t need to know one song…
because Damien and Trista knew them all…
and though we did not win at Bingo…the four of us had a ball.
We ate, we laughed, we sang…sometimes Deborah and I knew the words….
We even found ourselves dancing in our seats…to songs we’ve never heard.
Hanging out with Trista and Damien…we rediscovered this truth…
How we can offer them our wisdom…while they remind us of our youth.
Over the course of one wedding week in the mountains
so many memories are filling up my head…
But there is one memory I hope stays with me forever…
The night we played Musical Bingo…in a bar…with the newlyweds.
if ever there is no moon
hanging above your night sky,
tuck all your worries under your pillow.
don't let them hold you hostage, simply sleep.
sleep tight; you'll wake up to a rising Sun.
if ever you're lost in life's
intricate, serpentine maze,
do not be dismayed; they come with forks, too.
you'll find your way, that I can assure you.
keep moving, you'll find one in your journey.
if ever you find yourself
trapped beneath the undertow
of consuming despair, don't fret or fear.
you'll get your head above water if you
cling to the unbreakable thread of hope.
if ever you lose your faith
in humanity, in God,
it's never too late to find your way back.
with faith, you're never in the dark for long,
for the Lord will help guide you to the light.
and if ever you need me,
day or night, reach out to me.
Horrible images replay in my mind,
I shake my head.
Please go away, I don't want you to stay.
Why do you haunt me, like you do.
I don't need to see, my sweet boy that way.
Why do you torture me, with theses images each day.
I see them but I know they are not true.
My little sweet boy, he's all I have left,
He's the light inside my soul.
He's the reason to why my broken heart still beats.
This boy is the reason why I still breathe.
I keep breathing, I keep living.
I keep sleeping, sleeping is my torture.
Because these images keep replaying.
He's lifeless eyes, take the breath from within me.
His pale skin, tear's a hole in my heart.
I wake screaming no... Don't...
Please don't take the only reason,
To why I am still alive.
I fight the image, every time I close my eyes.
He's limp hanging and all I can do is cry.
I watch you sleeping peacefully, kiss your head.
As a tear falls down my face.
And whisper to myself thank god,
You're not dead.
The circadian rhythms of birth, death, and eternity,
Play on in the sunrise of time:
The dread of winter left you naked and bare;
Your bark skin, scale-like, and wrinkle knotted.
Then came the spring of life clothing you
With appetite foliage attracting nature's children
To your warm and nourishing bosom.
Now in the autumn of your life, you ape graying age
With rainbow-hued fronds hanging and dropping
Their Joseph Coat carpeting on Mother Earth's floor.
Creeping out from behind the clouds, old winter
Slowly reboard the cooling winds of change:
Firmly rooted, you proudly stand, arms swaying
To the circadian rhythms of the sunrise of time.
She's so high
Higher
I fall to pieces
Crawling
Hanging by a moment
Its the end of the world as we know it
I miss you
In the end
A last resort
Nothing to lose
A lonely day
Its been a while
I'm in too deep
I stand alone
Lost
In the meantime
The last fight
The final countdown
No more sorrow
Nobody's listening
One step closer
One last breath
One week
Only happy when it rains
It's how you remind me
But I'm rusted from the rain
Sad but true
Say something
Send the pain below
Shake it out
Smile and wave
Somewhere out there
The sound of madness
But I'll leave a light on for you
Nothing else matters
Just let it be
There was a man named Carlton, who came
from a rural town.
He was well-liked by all within his community,
he was the town judge.
Everyone gave him much respect. However,
he had another group that he was the founder
and head chair of.
This group was a close group that didn't allow
outsiders.
They didn't accept anyone that didn't look and
act like them.
On a dark and stormy night, Carlton had a bad
car accident.
He was banged up real bad; he lost a lot of blood.
And he needed a blood transfusion STAT.
He also had a heart condition, so he was on the
top of the heart transplant waiting list.
It was touch and go for Carlton; they didn't know
if he would live long enough to receive a new
heart.
But in the nick of time, they found him a heart.
A month later, he was released from the hospital.
As time went by, his family and friends started
to notice significant changes.
From the food he ate, the music he listened to.
But the most significant change was his new
friends.
He started hanging around with “ Them.”
Carlton resigned as founder and the head chair
of the group he was apart of immediately.
Carlton had a change of heart two ways on that
life-altering day.
Alexis Y.
03/4/2021