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As I backed stepped to my horse
The towns folk grew around
I drew out my colt
but, someone knocked it to the grown
If you asked me how they did it
I would have to answer "Nope"
But somewhere out of nowhere
They produced a hanging rope
Then many men grabbed at me
To pulled me to a tree
when I heard a voice shout out
"You men---You let him free"
The crowd then, stopped suddenly
But their hands still clenched me tight
Questioning who hollered out
and what gave him the right
The crowd then parted slowly
To reveal a single man
kneeling by the Sheriff
and holding up his hand
In his hand the Sheriff's gun
As he waved it in the air
Stating "We all heard 'One shot'
and it seemed to come from here"
Someone picked my gun up
and checked it for the same
it was fully loaded
casting doubt as who's the blame
"I tell you folks,I didn't shoot
The Sheriff as you think
I just rode in to find a room
and have a meal and drink"
The crowd began to soften up
Their fists released their grip
They stood and starred just looking down
Not a sound came from their lips
Then, from the crowd another voice
That simply left me stunned
"Maybe he killed the Sheriff
by using his own gun"
The crowd, as if awakened
focused eyes right back on me
grabbed me once again
and dragged me to the tree
To be continued Tomorrow same time same place
"Wagons Hoeeeeeee"
Ya know alot of people talk about
truth, reality, fact, fiction ya know
hypocrites in da church even the
Apostle Paul witnessed these so called
divisions, but my focus, where I shine my
light today is on marriage. Yeah true
God adores it, thinks highly of it and
this here is the perfect topic for discussion
yeah it looks easy when ya see it,
two people deeply in love with each other
best friends turned lovers leaving ya parents
house to live in holy matrimony with each other
Beautiful right?
Aite now hears the grim truth God's always testing
you and the devils always tempting you
so you try to stay strong. Dedication, honor,
respect, loyalty forget special occasions candle
lit dinners whenever to let ya spouse know to
you they're more than royalty, but life ain't easy
let alone marriage it's far from simple. But question?
How hard is it really thru your years of hurt,
to let that special someone know that your willing
to go that extra mile to make it work. How you
gonna stand when you gotta patiently wait for God
when love hurts and it gets too hard. Thru ya worst
time would you still let ya spouse climb into ya mental,
God loves a sanctified Christian but the flame in some
marriages is something most couples really need to rekindle.
So tell me whether good or bad times loyal or dishonest
before you decide to throw in the towel maybe you
should think long and hard about ya promise.
If I told you I loved you would you believe me
If I said I cheated on you
would you just up and leave me
if I came to you in tears would you
still think that I was hard
If I told you I got molested by a preacher
would you still believe there's a God
If I told you to hold me
just think about it would you
If I came to you a nervous wreck
would you know what to do
If we got married would you obey your vows
would you try to be a good wife
or just make excuses saying you don't know how
would you question my decision making
or just listen to my reason
would you be honest & tell me the truth
or just have my heart emotionally bleeding
what would you do If I wanted to end my life
would you try to talk me out of it
or just hand me a gun or knife
1st off I'm a poet thats looking
for a woman who I can trust
because now I know the difference
between love & lust
maybe I kinda lost that nigga mentality
or maybe I learned from all my emotional casualties
the difference between me & other
niggas is pretty simple
I feel for the good woman and the
heart braking situations that they been threw
but in all actuality maybe I'm feeling too much sympathy
Naw never that, I just pray if
I hurt her that she'd find the heart to forgive me
I believe the female species is
the most beautiful thing God created
so it don't amaze me for the right one
I'm still patiently waiting
I guess the difference is I chose to humble myself
cause most niggas wouldn't take these kinda hits below the belt
difference is I'm looking for something
that can possibly last forever
I had a good girl I just wish
I could rewind till the 1st day that I met her
but I'm a grown man
so as we speak I'm learning from my mistakes
most niggas looking for the next dummy
I'm looking for my ideal mate
difference is I'm not worried bout who you used to be
whatever you did put it behind you. you finally free
I could careless who you used to be
and who slutted you out
difference is I accommodate you
on taking this other route
Story of my life... you know it's kinda
funny when I think about cuz
when it comes to love I could never
get it right but I can give all the good advice
to my homeboys & help them keep their
lil shawty's and turn em into the wifey type
but like Beans said "Tell Me What Your Life Like"
pain & turmoil but God made the child that
stands before you outta his image
so I been heaven sent to deliverance his
messages never mind my seductive
sentences.
But listen things ain't what it used to be,
you see it's this female I been talking
to for a minute and somethings different
I can feel it in how we talk and the way
she looks at me, kinda got me daydreamin
right now, I mean it's just good friendship
but eternal happiness wit her is
sumthin I'm trying to seek,
she got me feeling like M.L.K in his
Infamous "I Have A Dream Speech"
meaning she takes me to a place
God took John, revealing to him
because of the sinful nature of
this nation a New Heaven & Earth
would be born.
So you see I see new things wit this one,
got me visioning a new love life, where
even if I'm away from her for a few minutes
I think of her smile and she's what
I'm missing, so for her to be mines & me
to be hers it would almost feel unreal
but I'm love it, cuz when she gives her
heart to me the last thing imma feel is
emotionally torn like Letoya Luckett
I look myself in the mirror and I
quickly look away, the man I see
before me was different yesterday
seems to me I worship the same
God everyday, I been a slave to my
flesh for too long still I'm hoping
today is my payday, Mayday my life
is in a state of emergency, they say
it's power in prayer I hope so
because me not doing so is hurting
me, my surgeon says I gotta heart
condition and the only way to fix it
is to be sincere with repentance,
forgiveness only takes place when
the heart is broken and contrite,
psych 101 when your mind is a
slave, no matter how hard you try
it's hard to escape, but the father
threw a rope a way out of this
destruction, the son gave it all up
and it cost us nothing. So as I look
back into that mirror I see what he
saw imperfect perfection, sanctified
sinner who by faith and grace he
predestined
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With the body in the wagon
Me and Doc rode through the town
looking up and down the street
not a soul was left around
The Doc gave out a chuckle
"These superstitious fools
They might as well pull this wagon
they're as bright as this old mule"
We reached the edge of town
there I spied a big ole hill
In the moonlight I saw crosses
as I felt a sudden chill
All theses wooden crosses
not a headstone in the lot
They looked to be quite recent
which gave me food for thought
"Doc, it seemed you had more death here
was it plague or like tonight"
The Doc just looking forward
with glowing eyes, and lips shut tight
It was a little erie,
riding up that graveyard hill
and we rode up to a spot
were the old mule now stood still
I jumped out of the wagon
but the Doc kept sitting there
"Are you all right" I asked him
He just turned his head and stared
To be continued
Whoopi Kyoooooooooooooo!
The Doc's hand in his pocket
Drew out slow, a hidden gun
and I had to put my hands up
with no time to draw, or run
As he said "you're gonna dig
not just one grave, but let's say two,
and I'll say you just left town
no one hear will have a clue"
Then he threw a shovel towards me
and it landed at my feet
He said "Hurry up and dig
and it need not be to neat"
I wasn't sure to ask
why this sudden change of mind
'Cause somewhere in my diggin'
there's an answer I might find
I must have dug at least three feet
that's when I hit some rock
and something in that makeshift grave
made me look up at Doc
Still, with gun in hand
But consumed by greed and lust
He jumped down from the wagon
In a cloud of moon lit dust
He walked his way with caution
as he glanced down in the ditch
"I guess you know by now,
That we mustn't have a snitch"
The gun he held so firmly
Was now just inches from my head
and I knew that any minute
I was the next one to be dead
to be continued
With the cocking of his gun
I squeezed my eye lids all so narrow
And considered how big a gun can look
When looking down its barrel
But instead of being shot
The Doc ordered me once more
To hop down in the shallow grave
And start digging up the ore
He threw me down a pick axe
And as I grab it with my hands
Saying "Don't get no ideas
Or I'll shoot you where you stand"
So I plunged it in the rock
And as the pieces fell away
I saw that it was gold
And the Doc's plan plain as day
He would seem to rescue strangers
From the crowd, back in the town
And take them here to mine for him
Then shoot the wrangler down
With a coffin filled with ore
Then back to town he'd make his way
"He let the fella go"
At least that is what he'd say
This way Doc could keep the gold
And the secret of his find
And as for missing strangers
no one payed any mind
To be continued in Vol 6 Page 9 soon
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Another voice then raised up
It was the doctor of this town
"I've examined the Sheriff's body
But no bullet wound was found"
"Now gentlemen, I advise you
There is something I suspect
if you go and hang this stranger
It'll be something you'll regret "
The crowd became solemn
and took the rope from 'round my neck
Some said "They're sorry
and other's "What the heck"
Some were disappointed
while others were relieved
But, I was glad the doctor was a man
they all believed
I pushed my way through the crowd
to were the doctor had knelt down
He still was searching for a wound
While folks, watching made no sound
But as I stood there looking
something evil came to mind
I told the Doc "Remove his scarf
and see what you might find"
To be continued Monday
Zack says "Have a great weekend"
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