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If your legal counsel on civil rights
is Jeff Sessions,
then you most certainly learned legal precedent
for validity of crossing your fingers
or your toes
or even just imagine doing so
while denouncing economic and political racism
as evil
and likewise evil,
perpetuating enslavement to fear
and anger
and hate-mongering
among Just Us Good Ol' Boys,
Locker Room Talkers and Marchers
favoring White elitism,
Well then Jesus,
and Trinitarian SuperDivine MightMakesCapitalismRight Patriarchy Incorporated,
will legally and morally absolve you through immaculate partnership,
naturally and spiritually forgive you,
And you shall remain among the select redeemed
despite your Only White Lives Have Ruled The NestBest
alternative rhetorical fact marketing
required, for now,
with fingers crossed
behind your Counselor's two-faced lie.
You can no more stand pre-millennial idly by
while a Civil Rights Movement
was, and still is, marching through your capital-investments,
without making a part of the post-millennial problem statement,
any more than you can stand innocently by
while White supremacists
are marching through your massive media exposure
without already having mentored
a source of the racist self-denial of anti-patriotic supremacy,
our extant great trans-millennial ecopolitical problem.
This is a complexly simple piece,
It's a creation's toil to put into words thoughts about His creator, who made the world with the words of His mouth, without precedent.
Olodumare
The infatomable mystery above human existence.
The Lord of all lordship
The most creative creator who created creations with the capacity to create.
Olodumare
Ogbánì tó n gbá ni lówó alagbara
Alagbara àrà tí òsè fò jù dì
The one whose power is unlimited to the limitations of mortal discoveries and imaginations.
Olodumare
You are faithfulness, even when my mess makes me a fool.
You are meticulously detailed in the expression of Your love for the one who goes astray.
Olodumare
You still the waters before leading me beside still waters
God is what You are, regardless of human experience.
Olodumare
It is You who makes, mars, and remakes.
And Your dominion is dominance over every dominating human philosophy.
And to Your Majesty, I have come to say 'thank you'.
Father above
You alone
Thank you for the new day to rise
Being a blessing to recognize
Guide me through the day and night
Give me a breakthrough when I encounter a plight
You are who I seek
Help me to stand strong and not weak
Keep me humble on your solid ground
Show me how to encourage others
Uplift my soul in your good news
Embrace me in being inspired and enthused
When telling of your goodness, help me to speak of your truth
Surround me in your spirit in blocking the Devil out
Daily as I move about
Assist me in not letting the unbeliever to challenge me in refuse
You are my King and I am your devoted Servant
Heavenly Father, enrich me in daily Wisdom and understanding
Keep my Faith strong
You are my uplift
Deliver me from approaching evils
Help me stay away from questionable personalities
The get along spectrum
You are my purpose
Let my spiritual light be obvious
Let the unbeliever see in curious
This I pray
Heaven’s gateway
Assurance everyday
Everlasting among
Amen
I should like to dream as if a sage
believing in some forgotten age,
another theater of well played out stage
when every one continually blames
some other source for their foolish games,
of lies and jokes spoke in senate chambers
thinking that no one will see the dangers.
Was there ever a time such as this
when stock markets excused constitutional risk?
this freedom and democracy lives only in imagined bliss
of fire and fury tweets, lie and collusion so easily dismissed
and the bodies that take up space
have the same look, the same old face
what will history erase?
Oh the times, unmatched by any other
a war of words and lies to be uncovered
by the right, the left, the in-between each other,
why are politics forever with truths smothered?
A hint of truth, the reality becomes evident,
the news, real or fake takes on precedent
even with the apprentice president.
He stood stalwart
watching western dusk
promising pink and red ribbon of light
crevice of Presence
between dual dark starless night
and vaguely outlined Earth's end of bright
for yet another day's journey
through spatial time,
diurnal rhyme.
Boot journeyed feet planted
centering weight and stretching spine
reaching to breach this transitional last gasp
of hope's new day,
grasping for how this time is without precedent
yet timelessly emerging
re-submitting into unto worn-dark cosmic consciousness,
narrow gap of fading pink with blue-grey veins
networking night of sky with Earth
to close this endless day.
Where was he when this time started and closed
and before?
Standing stake-out watching EarthDay's fading string
of time's co-arising light
folding in Earth's darkening rim
rolling toward him
across cold black twilight night
reaching toward his Elder future
staring blind toward endless time
glaring timeless blind back
through his prehistoric story.
At last, he inhaled deaf heaven
and blind Earth's embrace
one more time
less day turning night
breathing light in and out of dreams
through lives of sages
lost to reasoned musing memory.
Treasonally forgetting
to say farewell
and namaste
before gently closing his back yard's western door
with full will and warm co-arising intent
to thank morning's dawn
for showing up
despite his lack of eco-social grace.
His dreams drench absorbing graceful face
smiling Earth's radical revolution
with timeless eternal pace
of dusk's red ribboned grace
warning dawn's threshold of climatic race
toward upside-down political health economies.
Heaven dressing Earth's night
in moon-revolving star light,
while Earth cooperates her most regeneratively sexy synthesis
through sun revolving light's full moon consciousness;
all dressed up
with every Earth revolving
sacred place to go.
He stared through this dual dressed study
until his turn to exhale once more,
while opening dawn's eastern gathering door.
When I was a child, I heard some adults talking,
About a saying that made no sense to me,
Something about a bad order carried out well,
Being better than a good order poorly executed.
Later when I was older the same saying or similar,
Was repeated in a film I was watching,
A war movie I think,
Age however, had not enlightened me on the relevance of the saying,
To do with life as I knew it.
That was until COvid-19 came along,
And lockdown was introduced,
Along with social distancing.
Now we can only sit back and wait,
To see if the proof is in the pudding,
Or as great grandparents might say,
Proof of the pudding is in the eating,
Which may be more apt,
And less confusing for a child,
If we go easy on the sherry.
Blood is red for vibrant,
Beating and in time,
Rhythmical with vitality,
Resounding in spark and shine.
Zestfulness depends on your blood,
Having it and living by its pump,
With transports plasma around the body,
To clot when cuts scare and could stump.
The zeal we get from red blood cells,
Save from Anemia, Malaria and Sickle cell disease,
And when too many white blood cells accumulate,
Leukaemia damages our tissues, the sleaze.
The heart is rightly denoted,
As the centre from which emanates love,
The essence of the person,
The call that you shouldn’t be above.
The colour red is spritely,
Vibrates energy and drive,
A dynamism which supersedes,
The dirge that sometimes thrives.
When you see an icon,
A symbol, logo or picture,
That's covered in the colour red,
Just remember its derivation structure.
You could say that blood was made red,
By god, coincidence or accident,
But I think that red is the colour of blood,
The true precedent and determinant.
Born five score minus seven years ago
minus attaining age of centenarian
father of civil rights movement,
the revered Martin Luther King Junior
honored as benevolent demigod figure
to the oppressed African American population
without whose bold risks
and subsequent brutal assassination April fourth
ninety sixty eight at the hands
of a crazed gunman (James Earl Ray),
whereby all the King's men
and all the King's horses...,
still aghast at tragic event
while reverberations felt forty two years later,
where embedded white privilege
begets continued racial strife
analogous to uncorked raging tempest
saddling people of color to human bondage
(no matter ponying up excellent equestrians),
nevertheless wrought empowerment
advancing cherished dreams
of slaves recent descendents
allowing, enabling and providing
once attainable aspirations
only bestowed upon
the self anointed masters and early settlers of
the virginal North American contiguous land mass
yet…generations prior
to this prestigious public personality
Abolitionists pitted themselves
against the institution of slavery
incrementally raising awareness
regarding the abomination
forced servitude incurred on those shackled
thus setting the stage
for this grandson of A.D. Williams
a rural parsonage,
who ministered spiritual support
for the small congregation
(initially only thirteen members)
comprising attendants at
Ebenezer Baptist church in Atlanta Georgia
setting precedent for freedom
Encased in inch-thick glass, Assange displayed;
The plaque upon his cage reads "DISSIDENT;"
The withered man in court is laid;
Imprisoned corpse announcing precedent.
To those "who hold these truths self-evident,"
Behold the Press awaiting punishment;
To be delivered to your government,
The Law so torn in wreckless brandishment.
Abuse! And ursurpation! Tyrant! Swine!
One Nation under God? Or under You?
Your boot does stamp upon that dream of mine
Believing "We the People" to be true.
Reclaim Your soul! For God's sake free this man!
Redeem the meaning of American.
https://www.truthdig.com/articles/the-annihilation-of-julian-assange/
At two AM in the morning, I had to go.
I got in my car, and turned on the radio.
The news was important early Wednesday morning.
Unbelievable words hit me without warning.
The message came as a shocking surprise.
Could I believe my ears and eyes?
This item was something without any precedent.
A politically-inexperienced man was elected President.
It's questionable by many if this man would belong.
Were all the political pundits out there dead wrong?
The polls before election said he would lose.
However, this was the candidate the majority would choose.
Well, we are stuck with him for the next four years.
I hope we all will not be shedding tears.