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A Collaboration with Marti Sutherland
Circling the table before they feast, black ravens crow
bright beady eyes darting to and fro, away they go
landing on a wounded body that has not yet died
circling the skies before they feast, dark ravens cried
On their bellies through titanic grass, slimy snakes slither
forked tongues searching for innocent prey, coming hither
Reptiles crawling from under rocks, cold-blooded and chilled
their fangs leaving lethal bites, and another victim is killed
skulking in shifting shadows, deceitful humans lie in wait
Bearing no name, no face; beware of the wicked who hate
Brutal bashers who take what they want at the cost of life
Back stabbers living in a harsh world where hypocrisy is rife
Ravens, snakes and evil humans sit on thrones of deceit
Like black widows they feast on their mates when they cheat
They spin their lies so easily, like the sticky web of a spider
Beware you are not caught when their mouths open wider
as a pastoral leader your journey can be prophetic or pathetic in life
either you accept or reject the true mission as a servant of Jesus Christ
if you allow people to pull the strings that can compromise you
you'll be a pathetic leader in everything you attempt to do
you'll be pimped by special interest groups and used by many others
you'll be more of a hindrance than a help to your fellow sisters and brothers
but to be a prophetic pastor in whatever you do or say
you must make the people aware of what is truly God's way
to shake them up, to wake them up and take them out of their comfort zone
to move them beyond the walls of the church
and show them the true power of the heavenly throne
just be careful and cautious of some of those smiling faces around you
the back stabbers and betrayers who want to disgrace and replace you
to be prophetic as a leader on your journey of ministry
go out into the neighborhoods to help the hopeless, homeless and hungry
and then all the power that you'll need will come from the Lord God
an anointing He will give you that will be perfect from the heart
He's anointed you and now appointed you with a disciple's role
It was for no other reason except that to Him you surrendered control
you understood from the start that this mission wasn't just about you
you were submissive to what is was that God desired you to do
and in spite of all your flaws and all your imperfections
God knew that your ministry would not be one of derilection
He assigned you a mission to go forth and spread His word
to make disciples of everyone that you encounter in this world
He gave you the means, a sound mind and the power
to go up against the evil at any given hour
He instructed you to go empty-handed and step out on faith
and trust in Him to provide all your needs on this journey you will take
anointed, appointed, assigned and now it's time to announce your mission
to tell the true gospel of Christ by taking on the Great Commission
and if you come across anyone who is not of reception
shake the dust off your feet as you leave as a testimony to their rejection
on a prophetic journey as a disciple and pastor in your life
let your journey be a mission that's a true reflection of Jesus Christ
#This_burden
Heavy walls of endurance crumbles on me.
On my last kick of a dying horse.
I don't want to be a statistic,
for I too, from a woman I was carved,
Not immune to pain and hurt.
It's long overdue, being told to remain strong,
Who is gonna be strong for me?
When I have shed all the strength in me, to takers and back stabbers.
My barrels makes a deafening silence,
It too longly in here for me to pretend anymore.
Stare gazing around,
I'm byself,
I too wanna be heard,
wanna be helped,
wanna be unburdened.
Caving from inside out.
My daily mask tattooed with tears from inside, drained and dilapidated.
This world has taken way too everything of me.
I too wanna be aided
Wanna be comforted
Wanna be listened to
Wanna be someones confidante.
From outside, my daily smile makeup slowly reshaping, about to reveal my can't be hidden anymore scars, for the public to see.
This burden pulls me to pitch black state of no return.
Death pit, ease me off from this burden,
it has far too long burdened me.
This burden has taken,
and still taking daily.
Fear there be nothing left of me to show.
This burden, weigh too heavy for this tiny body of mine, to carry any further.
Carried it way too long.
See the scabs and scars on my shoulders,
Graven too deep into my soul
Wanna shout, words dries out of my mouth, dried by takers and public perceptions of me.
Wanna cry, voice shattered inside, too weak to sound
This burden, is heavy for me.
Way too heavy to endure any further,
Pleading on my knees, please come to my rescue, before this burden be scripted on my obituary as cause of death
#Poetic_Ink
life is a messy slurry
Tyson fury
an Olga tumble
an Ali shuffle
a low Cal rumble
in nuclear jungles
hammer and sickle
stars and stripes
a polka dot pickle
cocaine in the middle
PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS
a tsunami ripple
a wobbly foal
grizzly claw
napalm fronds
fishponds made by bombs
divorce court
building doomsday bunker
your first kiss
soccer moms
dodging pervs in the park
a cachexic dream
crack house society
butterflies sipping cream
OWLS FURRY DREAMING
grand slamming the babe
sand made into glass
back stabbers
section 8 scammer
just for kicks conceive
watch the tadpoles grow into nervous tics
where the hell is thAT bubble headed babysitter
It's 66 minutes past 6
life is jaws that kill
jaws that lick
kids wilding
the earth is far beyond sick
life is smartphone indifference
boomers and millennials navigating the river Styx
with floaties and a soggy boat made of paper prayers
life is a forgotten god
gaming in his lair
searching for us
in the muck
finding attic junk
a crucifix
a triple six
circles and cycles
tricycles and unicycles
flat wheels
banana peel religion
slipping
into
wiccan ditches
warlocks-angels with PhDs
living on the street
with lepers kissing pristine witches
life is one big blurry lake
sipping opaque
rolling of the dice
felt tables aflame
it's all a game
cardboard homes
the man tossing bones
convicts in nursing homes
brevity versus eternity
caskets and bassinets
golden years sacrificed to red hat enraged
under waged ogres...with no impulse control
what will be etched into my stone
"He was a self-centered prick of a father
couldn't be bothered with the kids
wielded a big cold ugly stick
long on criticism, short on compliments
but slick with the iPhone
knuckle-walking drone
E=MC I got Hammered
...all lives are too soon forgotten
even by the weeds circling pauper crosses
and the granite monuments of Avalon.
People are obedient to the power they serve
the source of all conflict and war works for the devil
No one in governmental positions ever calls for peace
they put sanctions on nations to fill their own ill bred pockets
we all can see clearly that greed plays its hand through bloodshed
Those old men sacrificing the young to do their dirty work
cowardly office boys sitting on their laurels hiding behind a desk
the mask has slipped revealing back stabbers
hiding behind a smoke screen the true origin sits
Pay the piper to play a different tune one with hope for the future
this destructive path the world is on is driven by fear
believing in something without evidence to back it up as existing
Slowly many will awaken to find it all is to late
when a majority can no longer be achieved without conflict
sad state of affairs as many have avoided learning
from the past mistakes tyrants and dictators work against God