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On a secret journey she has long been
walking in the dark alley of her lonely life
losing the fragile sanctity to the flood of strife
drowns deep within the sucking cesspool of sin.
In the desolate depth of the darkest night
she searches for the sinking soul in torment
finds it sliced in the debris of shame to repent
pines to be free from the bonds of despised plight.
In surging storm blowing with pent up remorse
the strands of her mind swirl like the hair blown
hiding with her sordid hands the face she disowns
prays to God to show her drifted life’s virtuous course.
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August 9, 2020
For Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 16
In the deluge of the surging river of life
my senses sink in the secret depth undefined,
flood me with the engulfing cacophony of strife,
as the remains of unique essence I strive to find.
I search for me in the realm of disharmony
to hear the sensual song of covert consciousness
resonate in the disguised solitude of frozen agony
within the self-explored niche of my soul’s recess.
In the live network of intricate design,
layer on layer my lonesome mind is stratified.
The strata of the instinctive awareness then align,
as the unique personal patterns are slyly unified.
Many attributes of sole distinction gain
access to the fold of furtive psychic identity,
transcend the uncertain limits of joy and pain,
stimulate the senses to become perceptive sanctity.
I reach within as reflective explorer’s entity,
discern the enlightened soul in the bay of bliss,
suffusing me with supreme quintessence of divinity,
I get liberated from the deplorable depth of dark abyss.
That’s the persona I secretly foster, people don’t see
behind the superficial screen of singularity where I am me.
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?
Like a blood-red moon on the zenith of the summer sky
Like a crimson bindi on the forehead of a bride, shy
I place you, O anger, within my core consciousness realm.
With agitations of cogitations, within I whelm...
My voice raises; my entire physique trembles; my face frowns.
My fist clenches; sweat cumulates; there’s a curve in my crowns.
Wherefrom does, like a monster, arise this strange aggression?
Hurting myself and others, I fall into depression.
Hatred springs up like a mushroom from a monsoon muddle.
Both, one in mind and one in heart, as long-lost friends, cuddle;
Pessimistic moods threaten, like protruding dagger tips,
Within, often occurs, the exasperation eclipse...
You, combined with malicious thoughts and words, are in my blood.
Within, feelings of absurdity and emptiness, flood
Like cobras in Coitus, you passionately amuse.
Like alcoholics in full booze, ultimately, I snooze.
To get rid of your clench, for me, is a constant struggle.
This is because our intimacy is like a snuggle.
Rooted in it is the short pleasure I merrily draw.
I'm, like a chick in an eagle's inescapable claw.
The Divine intervention, at such a juncture, I plead.
Within unseen realms, as though wounded in battle, I bleed.
Crying, weeping, screaming, and screeching I come before God.
The consciously conscious who, with love and respect, is awed.
The havoc you caused in me during your satanic reign
Makes me understand that these hullabaloos are in vain
Sooner or later, like catharsis, you come to an end.
Towards freedom and sanctity, merrily, I transcend...
You think you know, but you can’t see
All the pain that you cause me
Each time you speak your wicked words
Of flawed equality.
My pride disrupts the ‘sanctity’
Of marriage, apparently;
And can cheapen it to a such an
Overwhelming degree
That when I kneel on bended knee,
Showing love for all to see,
I am not met with simple joy,
But with hostility.
I am then told that I can’t be
Married to the man I see
As my equal. As my partner;
The better part of me.
Please tell me when a court’s decree
Could give right to guarantee
That I can’t marry who I choose,
With such audacity
To condemn my identity
With broken rights, bigotry,
And the somehow growing norm of
Blatant iniquity.
So now I stand with clarity,
Sense of pride, and dignity
To say vehemently that I
Demand equality
And ask that you will stand with me
Readily and willingly
To battle the decisions born
Of amorality.
In the midst of my worship,
rain came down
a celestial cleansing in me now found
the Holy Spirit descended in purity
anointed me with a godly sanctity
God gave me salvation and spiritual growth
His presence when I needed it most
empowered me with a godly reformation
infused me with a sacred restoration
In the midst of my praise,
rain cascaded on me
a divine detoxification of worldly impurities
the Holy Spirit inclined a righteous rectitude
consecrated me with a righteous attitude
God gave me salvation and spiritual growth
His presence when I needed it most
empowered me with a godly reformation
infused me with a sacred restoration
there's nothing man can do
to create rain
the Living Waters
of God's domain
the Holy Spirit descending
to renew and refresh
a God move so that we can become blessed
a harvest of souls who put God first
the Holy Spirit pouring out
to quench our thirst
God gave me salvation and spiritual growth
His presence when I needed it most
empowered me with a godly reformation
infused me with a sacred restoration
in the midst of my worship
the rain came from God
the Holy Spirit saturated my heart
the Holy Spirit descended in purity
anointed me with a godly sanctity
God gave me salvation and spiritual growth
His presence when I needed it most
empowered me with a godly reformation
infused me with a sacred restoration
in the midst of my worship
Living Waters came down from God
the Holy Spirit rained all over my heart
the Holy Spirit descended in purity
then anointed me with a godly sanctity
JOCELYN
( Acrostic )
Jocelyn,tthe most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard
Sound of music that tickles a man’s heart and soul
Like a star that twinkles in the sky at night
A sweet name that makes one to smile.
Oh! how amiable and adorable you are
a fragrant red rose in the garden of one's heart
Your eyes are so bright that tantalizes one's mind
Your smile makes the world go-round.
Charming replica of Venus, the goddess of beauty
In the heart of the man who loves you truly
Poet's inspiration that moves his imagination to play
And ask the birds how to tweet and fly away.
Erudite, lovely and honest woman
An ideal and sublime lady of wisdom
Making plans and blue prints for a dwelling place
Where her kids will someday run and play.
Loyalty and sincerity are good virtues to possess
These, let it reign in your heart
Disseminate to the younger ones
Embed in their mind the Solomonic wisdom.
Yes, love is a many splendored thing
But your heart to only one man
The sanctity of love never to blaspheme
Respect, cherish and never disdain.
Natty, and humility, are your qualities to treasure
A glory and crown to be kept forevermore
You’re a woman of dignity, integrity and decency
A woman of rectitude and probity.
For the calm of new fallen snow lies in silent peace and stillness
Gently covering the loneliness of midnight city streets
And walking in the cold of night, I pause to stop and wonder
How can it be so unaware of where it present lies?
Has it not seen the desolation? Has it not heard the cries?
Perhaps it knows not the tales. Yes it seems so unaware
As it lies in quiet sanctity on the un-kept city ground
On the broken streets and walkways, and rooftops all around
And for a moment I too am unaware
That on morrow day when snow melts away
My walk shall again find the cold and blighted shadows
Of midnight city streets
But might the impression made this night rest forever upon my heart
That God is no respecter of persons. For He maketh His beauty to fall
Upon all of His children alike
…Jeff Bresee
Art from the heart, a religion of ritual,
where One summons God and glory to center stage,
your spirit enriched by the self confidence that ensues
as inspiration smells like cedar and feels like sanctity,
the physics of mystics in an eye the mind won't deny,
whence a penny is a prize with a wish
to ventilate a voice of sensitive wisdom,
sensational seeing into the human condition,
visions of vinegar in virtue, visciousness in victory, mercy in the face of malignancy,
pleasure in the panic of risk, pain in the placid avoidence of adventure,
securing an ownership in a Universe from our births unto burials
worshiping composition and the partnership it represents,
Vermeer & Vivaldi, Beehtoven & Bosch, amatuer & adept,
feeling like an angel with demon bones, fusing two atmospheres together,
a holy parade of brazen beliefs putting a new world in order for all,
a micro euphoria, a macro excitment, accomplishment ambrosia,
happiness warm and wakeful in hearts pumping for promise,
for a covenant crafted in a workshop outfitted for you, for what you were ment to do,
volunteering to be a lightning rod of a Goddess crazed with passion,
a power placed in One's fibers for maximum purpose by a trusting Deity,
raise humanity's awareness to the truth that existence is an exercise in artistry,
faith framing futurity within the purity
of knowing that I am where I belong, I belong where I am -
J.A.B.
Pray for redemption, will you?
Cry, cry your blackened tears.
Knee bends and splits in stony
supplication.
Pray for deliverance, will you?
Sculpt your catalogue of sin.
A history of misery that has twisted
hearts and corrupted innocence.
Pray for sanctity, will you?
Hands intertwine between prison bars.
Iron cuffs link wrist to cold confinement
and solid perpetuity.
Pray for salvation, will you?
Inhale fuel baptism.
Eye, ear and mouth sear as devoted
regrets ripple from blistered lips.
Pray for purification, will you?
Swallow burning match.
Life explodes into cleansing flame.
Melt down to fiber, layer by layer.
Pray for resurrection, will you?
Angels will not weep, scream or mourn.
Even God will turn away as he understands
that where the slain are, there is me.