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The night is peeping over the hill
And the half a moon is very still
It is shining a bright light over me
And it is telling me that I am free
The world is watching and people
Are running and tumbling in the rubble
The music is alive and I can hear a distant cry
Suddenly the clouds roll out a message in the sky
Saying that the great big god is standing by
And everyone must comply,
I felt solemnness
I felt quietness in the evening
And it gives me a daring feeling
It wasn't physical, it wasn’t spiritual
it's a feeling that makes you want to laugh and cry
But neither smile nor tears was in frame
The evening is far from being silent
All the weekend shoppers are moving about
Singing and shouting as they go about
Suddenly a strange noise resonated in the clouds
Nobody could hear it but my spirit could absorb it
The boisterous noise penetrated the street
And the communication team shuts down the system
And left abruptly for an emergency meeting
Leaving everyone empty and stranded
The market women selling on the street
Started to get loud and began to shout
The sun has suck the energy out of them
And they are getting ready to walk around the bend
What on earth has just happened?
It’s as if everyone was frightened
A tall guy walked by clapping his hand
Dancing and singing as he walk along
People are moving
the traffic is crawling
And the loudness suddenly decrease
And for the first time my spirit was at ease
It is not sadness; it’s just a touch of quietness
Something is just sinking in
and the people are feeling sorry for their sins
Reality is just sinking in
And it is the new beginning
The illusionary man is only a man
The illusionary woman is just a woman
But reality is staring them in the face
While they are gearing up for the next race
A town with all its pride is coming to realize
That the material world is a price less show
Saturday night is drawing nigh
And the bliss of life has suddenly come alive.
Now she loved me
I Loved her
Used to jump in an Uber
And roll out
Used to care she used to share
The love that she used to give
Me can't be found
I lost my way, she said she'd stay
Lately I have been sleeping with
a ghost
My health is down at out, I used to be
Worth my weight in gold and she knows
That was before a great
Depression kicked in and stopped
us
And that was before
Lockdown came in stopped
us
You told me to leave, but I lied to
you
When I said
That baby no
Worries I
Promise to
get us back
I know sorry, just
wouldn't do it
Her heart is obliterated, I'm
Trying, but we aint flying
No more
Gotta put wheels down
I wanna keep climbing and
Hoping things
Would change
And sun turns grey
And the water from the rain
Washes progress
away
Gotta put wheels down
In hospital must be a
Slow death that I'm traveling on
It feels so wrong
I'm barely holding on
See no matter what it takes, I've
Gotta get it together
These roads I'm traveling up
She aint showing me love
I'm putting my wheels down
In America, it is difficult to be black
You always have to stay on track
Where are all the Black men, at
Incarcerated, must of them, Jack
Well, I made it most of the way
Hey, I got a good job, with good pay
So, I am getting married, on this day
This wedding ceremony worked out, you know, okay
Now, its time to celebrate, this way
Just friends and family to congregate, up in this place
Man, this wedding reception is great
Yeah, it is dark outside and it is getting late
I need to step outside to meditate
I got something special for my baby girl
Then, I grabbed my keys and my coat
Casually, I jet to my car
Well, I did not get very far
I heard gunshots ring through the air
So, I got nervous, with great despair
Sure, you feel the tempers flair
I see the man, packing the heat
You feel the anger in these streets
The words began to shout, no doubt
Boy, put your hands up, behind your head, before we roll out
We have no problem here, Mr. Man
I just want to get some stuff out my car
The policeman said no, then pointed the assault weapon, at my head
Now, freeze, step down, and put that body on the ground
Then, I reached down for my car keys, with my left hand
Homey, those bullets blasted out, like jet rockets
Suddenly, they burst a few rounds, up inside of me
I receive multiple bullets from my head to my knees
They decided not to incarcerate me,
Instead, they invited me to this 50 bullet wedding, without the bride or groom
Fortune alone is slippery, so sleek
It slides fast and vanishes so quick
Surprising us rarely, once or twice
Not from our tossed coin or rolled dice
But from sweats where we reap the prize.
Hostages to fortune are easier to catch
Like counting chicks in eggs unhatched
Coming frequently when election rise
So many promises over unexpected lies
Causing betrayal, cutting strong bonds and ties.
Hostages to fortune throw impulsive acts
Sorts of gambling taking risk to the max
It’s lighting hope on a melting candle wax
For a wheel of fortune to roll out from the box
In the end, business catastrophe or fiasco rocks.
Where do I run to when the earth is covered in gloom
Where do I flee to when it's all covered in darkness
Where to do you flee my soul in them times of trouble
Your refuge is with the Rock of the tribe of Judah
The waves roll in threatening to drown my frail form
Of what use is a drop of fresh water in a salty ocean
Can a drop of water make change in a thirst desert
It is to you my redeemer i run to.. you the Messiah
Where do I hide my face when the war drums sound
Where do I find refuge when the war machines roll out
Where do you flee to oh my soul in them troubling days
My refuge is with Jehovah shalom who is my sustainer
Bidding your time for what kind of love
What a nice life what a nice night with a picture in a camera
Time unravels without you
Now serving, who without what
Be it something I could have ran with
The words roll out faster than the carpet
What is significance what is lost forever
In a moment of a dream
Fear slows time
Peppers dawn
Lotus swan
I can’t say what I believe
I died a thousand deaths
Without the 1000 hugs
That belief is villainess
Albatross bleeding
Such a fuss, hoodlum, villain
Peppers dawn
The authentic wreckage of confronting choices
Together thousands become millions
And its loneliness, no reasons no questions
Silent seed whispering soul
Queries the lost the unborn and free those born to truth
Lotus swan
Let us celebrate
This is not time to denigrate
Nigerians rise and jubilate
Cause we are poised to rethink and meditate
Let us roll out the drums
This is not the time to keep mum
Let the air be filled with fun
To drown the wailings and guns
Democracy has come to stay in Nigeria history
Let us celebrate a hard- won victory
A milestone in the country's trajectory
Prophets of doom remain confounded and desultory
Nigeria the hope of the black race
Rise up and keep the pace
Exterminate corruption without trace
And give the country a new face
You are destined for Leadership
A rallying point for African Fellowship
Do not be deterred by the present hardship
From claiming your divine kingship
We’re committed no doubt, when the engines roll out,
as we answer an alarm.
So rally the men, ‘cause the score’s tallied when,
we’ve rescued those from harm.
‘Cause we never back down from a fire attack,
while dragging a nozzle, irons and axe...
We carry a life-saving breath on our backs,
in the hour that defines us.
From a basement below to a high-rise and then?
It’s not a matter of if, but a matter of when...
The shifts are long, but our hearts beat strong
and our brothers stand behind us.
But we’re never seeking fortune or fame,
in the hour that defines us.
When disaster’s on an epic scale in the city dark
and deep, we run all night, the sirens wail,
and yet the city sleeps.
We’ll respond to a plight when the winter winds bite,
and in summer sun that blinds us.
But the minutes come tough when conditions are rough,
in the hour that defines us.
As for brothers in arms who will never forget,
there will be times that try us,
we’ve beaten every challenge met,
in the hour that defines us...
Copyright © 2016
What if a two-hundred-pound bobcat would
jump into my red Lincoln this morning?
I was thinking about this as I left my driveway.
What if she got stuck in the passenger window
because my window was up almost to the top?
Would I unroll the window, hoping she would roll out onto the pavement, probably killing her?
Or would I keep driving, hoping she might wrestle her head
out herself and survive?
I pondered this for ten minutes before I reached the I-70 freeway.
Seeing myself being mauled and eaten to death
by an angry bobcat mama
After I tried to do the right thing and released her.
I am fully angry with her now, determined not to save her.
Lord, the front door sings all day—a cheerful little jiggle,welcoming every soul that wanders through Piggly Wiggly.
Old Mr. Hank comes every dawn,his overalls faded blue.
A sack of grits, black coffee strong,and sausage links will do.
He tips his cap to every one and knows each checker well; he'll talk about the fishing hole before the register bell.
Miss Ruby glides with coupon book tucked neatly in her purse.
She counts each penny twice with care,though she'd never call it a curse.
She buys sweet tea, flour, butter,peaches ripe as June,and humming while she wheels her cart,she hums an old church tune.
Young mama hurries through the aisles,three children in a train.
Diapers, milk, bananas, bread—she smiles despite the strain.
A cookie shared, a little laugh,a kiss upon a head;love fills that buggy far beyond the groceries it has fed.
The high school boys rush through the doorwith pockets full of change.
Potato chips and fizzy drinks,their appetites are strange.
A frozen pizza, candy bars,and ice cream piled up high—they leave as loud as summer birds beneath a Southern sky.
The widowed man comes every week,his basket neat and small:One tomato, soup, and crackers,two apples—that is all.
The ladies always ask him how his roses bloom out back.
He leaves with more than groceries;he leaves with friendship packed.
And every evening, one by one,the carts roll out the door,Filled with suppers, birthday cakes,and hopes for something more.
For every list tells someone's tale,both joyful and profound—A little town inside a store,where kindness still is found.
So let the front door ring again,its happy little jiggle; Life dances down each grocery aisle at Piggly Wiggly .