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Is Justice blind?
Or
Has the color of a Browned skinned people been so frequently splashed,
that it spills into her eyes as it blood soaks her sash?
Does Browned skin
blind Justice?
Is Justice really blind?
Or
Is this just the ranting of a Black Anti- Police movement
playing tricks on my mind
Does Justice remember the Injustice of a kind?
Has Justice forgotten black slavery?
Men women and children from youngest to oldest
in shackles balls and chains
A whip for the back,
a noose for the neck, a bridle for the big black horse
to plow my fields as I tug forcefully on the reins
A Fugitive Slave-Clause, given effect by, The Fugitive Slave Act of 1793
Namely in part
U.S. Constitution (Article 4, Section 2, Clause 3)
Which proves Sections of the U.S. Constitution were created to keep Blacks from ever being free
By eliminating Cities, States, and countries blacks could run
to Just be
And
Creating a police to serve White Justice
For
the capture of we slaves in case we rise up or flee
Is Justice really blind
or
Can Justice really see
Does Justice know?
The renowned Hangmen
at the ready, backed by genocidal government laws and decree’s
judging scores of black ink structured as names turned to numbers
on dockets at the bottom of the Hangman’s Tree
and
hastefully pulling triggers of deaths trap doors to quickly silence sounds of innocent cries
of not guilty plea’s
eliminating chances of being imprisoned in libraries where chapters in Black Law
Hold freedoms key
shrouding the eyes of Justice with a blood-soaked sash
With this question left to be asked
If I were a Police Officer, a judge, a Prosecuting Attorney, or any Law Enforcement Official of any Law Enforcement Agency,
sworn to protect and serve the people, uphold the laws and their sanctity
would I want to be held responsible for the answering of this question if it were asked of me,
whether alone or publicly?
Is Justice really blind or is she refusing to see
that
death before proven guilty, Sentence to be served immediately
is the judgment being passed on a people
with the same skin as me?
A silver shawl hangs heavy over the mountain
sky grey clouds shooting gun barrel smoke hiding sunlight
Looking out towards the ocean dreaming in wild north Atlantic waves
tides turn a little lamb suffering in the spring crouched cold
We all see visions of injustices flash before our eyes turn
for which no one is held responsible the standing joke of our century
So many people turn a blind eye as their souls have already been bought
children of this world have suffered at the hands of tyrant slave masters
Born free without chains attached what gives any race the God given right
killing innocent women and children destroying families unjust actions
Some of us on this planet are sick with an untrustworthy state of affairs
listening to what these monstrous brutes get away with
In the name of peace not twisted truths building bridges instead of walls
who ever sells arms are terrorists against the living
Democracy has no grounds only love the suffering because
behind the mask many in this world condemn us
Branded from birth marked as slaves unto a system each of us a number
piercing bullets flash before the eyes redemption knowing whats true
Its universe drapes time in buoyancy
Where endless space binds law of attraction
Atoms merging, clasped by human light
An energy wheeling freely, unseen;
‘Til moonlight climbs inside lovers’ halo.
Exploring their path, frenzy unlike space
Through quantum leaps weightless among new stars
Ascending on scales of breaths without measure,
Like passion heating a current; two mouths press.
Dazed by such fusion, wheel of Physics nods
To bring glow, showing what it's always known
Soul's beauty, radiating love unbound;
As dusk explodes to bless fluid motion.
With gentle fire, night sky dare not question
A universe lost in a trance of love’s spark;
There is no logic to explain,when
Affection blends cosmos of a kiss.
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"Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people
falling in love. How on earth can you explain
in terms of chemistry and physics so important
a biological phenomenon as first love?
Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems
like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour
and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.”
---Albert Einstein
Personifying Science Contest, Sheri Fresonke Harper
by nette onclaud
By Dana Redricks
"For while we are in this tent, we groan, being burdened [often weighed down, oppressed], not that we want to be unclothed [separated by death from the body], but to be clothed, so that what is mortal [the body] will be swallowed up by life [after the resurrection]. Now He who has made us and prepared us for this very purpose is God, who gave us the [Holy] Spirit as a pledge [a guarantee, a down payment on the fulfillment of His promise]. So then, being always filled with good courage and confident hope, and knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord— for we walk by faith, not by sight [living our lives in a manner consistent with our confident belief in God’s promises]— we are [as I was saying] of good courage and confident hope, and prefer rather to be absent from the body and to be at home with the Lord. Therefore, whether we are at home [on earth] or away from home [and with Him], it is our [constant] ambition to be pleasing to Him. For we [believers will be called to account and] must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may be repaid for what has been done in the body, whether good or bad [that is, each will be held responsible for his actions, purposes, goals, motives—the use or misuse of his time, opportunities and abilities].
Therefore, since we know the fear of the Lord [and understand the importance of obedience and worship], we persuade people [to be reconciled to Him]. But we are plainly known to God [He knows everything about us]; and I hope that we are plainly known also in your consciences [your God-given discernment]." 2 Corinthians 5:4-11
i sit lonely. the crowded restaurant is thick with sound. i pick away at it moving back into the stagnant silence of my own comfort. the air is nasty here telepathically abusing my thought patterns. still a far cry better then the loud hum of food making its way to the vacant crowd surrounds me. a decorated plate joins me at my table. immediately striking a conversation with the cutlery who had waited too long for her arrival. there is no call from the governor much to the dismay of various ethnic leaves now being executed. many bites later at my request a paper plane flies in ahead of schedule. a swipe of my plastic card makes quick work of bills demands and i exit seemingly too quick for the human eye to catch. i hate this part. i parley my journey to a few twists and turns all the while staring done at a concrete maze never making eye contact with a single soul. i do that. i always do that -keep the entrance of my being away from those who would stare me down and attempt to engage me in conversation with a desire to lock eyes. if they looked in they would burn and i would be held responsible. finally i reach my own personal mecca the only environment i feel safe in. my therapist will be proud almost an hour today. my progress will be staggering to her assuming i see her again. i am covered in my own dew. my breathing is sporadic. i line up an array of pills like good soldiers as i commence my attempt to survive another day. it will take hours to regain my sanity all the while questioning the purpose of assimilating back into the dungeon with the general public. it behooves me to find one positive reason i would want to join the rank and file again. to plug back in to that horrendous grid i escaped oh so long ago. i grow weary of my own thoughts. ignoring those voices slowly i regain my footing. having resumed my pleasant demeanour i plant roots hoping they’ll take hold. i attempt to return back into the vacuum of my existence. i fail and much to my displeasure exist as i always have. i sit lonely.
Written by
Armand Hamouth
aka Maurice Yvonne
Oh Lord, it seems to me, You are a God of pain
without which some people say there is no gain.
There is only so much that we creatures can bear
and it’s sometimes I wonder if You really do care.
Throughout the world You’re generally loved, hated or feared
and there are certain times when You are very strongly jeered.
Most people have a hard time making up their mind about You
because of the trials and tribulations that You put them through.
It seems strange and true to say that with Your almighty nature
You somewhat force people to bend to Your imposing stature.
To impress on them that You’re the Only One they should please
You have to prepare and teach them all how Your Will to appease.
Is it because of You’re being Immortal and All-knowing and we are Your heirs
that You subject us all to such rigorous training to overcome illusion’s snares?
One only has to reflect on the lives of Your so-called True Sons of the past
to realize the suffering and attainment their example on humanity has cast.
If I sound to be a little cynical towards You and seem to complain
how could You be so insensitive and not help me get rid of my pain?
Though ignorant as I am to One Who is great as You’re made out to be
please show a little more compassion to those who are helpless like me.
As life in this world demands so much of our time
is it forgetfulness of Thee that You consider a crime?!
This whole world is a cruel proving ground to one higher above
and yet it has been spoken or written that You are a God of love!
If I don’t seem to see the bigger picture now of what really goes on
then You’re held responsible for allowing this situation to drag on.
And even though You have given Teachers to show people the way
the illusion is still so strong that most get caught and lost in the fray.
Remaining a while here where they play out either minor or major roles
being only a matter of time before they too become aware of their souls.
When after much disappointment and suffering that You seem to mete out
they gradually realize by pain that this world is not what life is only about.
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Love as always!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
October 31, 2018
Roxy 54/ October Country
I've accepted the repercussions,
From my choices to my actions.
Forgiving myself and moving on,
Replaced my pain with satisfaction.
The biggest mistake that I had made,
Was putting all of my trust in you.
Not realizing what a crook you are,
Made my worst nightmare come true.
I made it back from hell with you,
From 3rd ward to your convictions.
We lost everything I never owned,
And gained not 1 but 2 evictions.
I know God kept me safe & sound,
As I wandered in the dark alone,
Without His word & guiding light,
My heart became as hard as stone.
I lived so long with a concrete soul,
Pain replaced my well known smile.
All I wanted was to be happy again,
Even if it was only for a little while.
Drugs induced a temporary happy,
Followed by thoughts of suicide.
Dark dictation arose the question,
Would anyone notice if I had died?
I knew my sons would miss me,
They love their mom so much!
Unknowingly they rescued me,
From that demon's evil clutch!
I picked myself up off the floor,
And flew as fast as I could fly.
To the ones I held responsible,
The two reasons I did not die!
I've accepted the repercussions,
From my choices to my actions.
Forgiving myself and moving on,
Replaced my pain with satisfaction.
A bluebottle’s tale.
Flies, dark a biblical curse flew, over Alexandria
darkened the sky and hummed hell´s song.
This was not butterflies, in a summer glade.
A bluebottle got to a small hole in the window
they were bringing profanity upon the world.
I looked into its intelligent eyes a soldier drafted
to bring wars and hunger to the world,
(No, not a locust plaque that for its own sake
headless exists.)
to make wars and split nations into many pieces.
God had fated humans should remove each other,
he had made the error given humanity free will
and refused to be held responsible for this fault.
Since we are at the foothill of doom
His will be done.
A new breed of mankind, with small brains and no imagination.
of a Zarathustra or Jung, to give us the idea that we deserved
a better way to find harmony and everlasting niceness.
It was a desperate situation,
Regimental honour at stake,
Decision urgently needed
As to what actions to take.
The Colonel was in paroxysms
The RSM was spitting blood
The M.O. was overworked and
Things just weren't looking good.
An outbreak of indiscipline was
Fast spreading through the ranks,
Squaddies dying without permission
Without a by your leave or thanks,
In such sloppy situations which
Caused the C.O. to angrily mention
They didn't even have the courtesy
To die properly lying at attention.
With ruthless Military action
With no thought of pity
Permission to die withdrawn
Without the relevant chitty.
Two weeks notice of intent
Sent with an application
Was now the requirement
To sort out the situation.
Expiring without notice
Became a disciplinary offence
Combined with an appeal
To use their common sense.
Extra duties to be imposed for
Future unauthorised expiration,
The deceased’s unit being held
To blame for the situation.
The system worked a treat
For any squaddie hates
Being held responsible
For letting down his mates.
The situation stabilised
Until finally at length
The regiment returned to
Fully operational strength.
Sanity quickly established
Thanks to the decisions made
And the Colonel and Sergeant Major
Held a celebratory Regimental Parade.
Pardons were quickly issued for those
Who’d died without permission
And the Regiment quickly returned
To its allocated operational mission.