Full of force
Full of life
Life loves lust
Life lifts laughs
Laughs over tears
Laughs off the pain
Pain paid prophet
Pain predicted poison
Poison on the mind
Poison in our food
Food foreign fragile
Food forever fake
Fake news is real
Fake family fun
Fun is limited
Fun uniquely shattered
Shattered dreams
Shattered heart
Heart full of ice
Heart racing
Racing against time
Racing against humanity
Humanity has to fight
Humanity stripped of rights
Rights to free speech
Rights to vote
Vote for peace
Vote for proper protection
Protection from our government
Protection from our citizens
Citizens above the law
Citizens who had enough
Enough flags being raised
Enough evil evidence
Evidence we shall ignore
Evidence says Jesus wept
Wept for the dead
Wept for the living
Living organisms fail
Living God heals
Heals heaven's heart
Heals harmful hail
Hail stones freezing
Hail holy history
History unfrozen
History rewritten
Rewritten heroes
Rewritten villains
Villains
Heroes
thoughts on paper
my heart, thinking of you
wild horses on beach
When they bulldozed the old red-and-white barber pole
~ they uprooted a piece of America’s soul
Summer Days
I watch my wheels go round and round,
as we ride our bikes all over town.
We hit the track to race our friends,
over the hills and through the bends.
The finish line is drawing near,
I didn't get first, but I'm still here.
We pedal to the ice cream store,
and then set off to go explore.
The street lights hum, they're all ablaze,
as we close out our summer days.
You may have never heard of the Dragettes
Seven women who formed their own hot rod club
in Kansas City, 1959
They were all wives or sweethearts of other dragsters
Did they truly drag race?
They certainly did!
Each step you take before my eyes
sets my restless heart adrift.
The world bows softly to your rhythm,
and I draw my breath from your presence.
You addressed my name — gentle, effortless,
a smile like dawn across your face.
The sound enfolded me,
a whisper I feared would fade.
Your hand found mine and the earth tilted,
a pulse skipped, tangled within my ribs.
Blood surged like sudden flame,
my gaze held captive by the curve of your lips.
I clutched my chest,
to cradle that wild, racing beat.
Each thud beneath my palm
asked softly if I could remain unchanged
"Shoot the vet today!"
Racehorse said, "Over champagne!"
Each way bet, okay!"
Racing against time.
Sailing the hustle tide.
We work where odds outweigh opportunity.
We don't follow systems, we make them.
Children of the soil, barefoot and unshaken.
Belief, the only wealth we ever owned.
Pots kept breaking at the doorway,
So we removed the doors.
We eat what we grow,
but we also grow from what we never had.
No silver spoons,
Just wooden hope and fire-wrapped plans.
They taught us to dream inside lines,
we bled outside them instead.
They named it poverty,
we called it process.
They called it humble beginnings
we saw blueprints.
Brick by broken brick,
we wrote futures with no permission.
Education should empower.
But does the system liberate or sentence?
Everything indoctrination.
Freed in cages,
by systems shaped to look like freedom.
alfa romeo
convertible at high speeds
freedom redefined
Bumper to bumper
As we race in convoy
I and my brothers
Double trafficator
The lights we give
We all riding on luxurious cars.
Racing to a nigga birthday
We're on the highway
Doing things in our own ways
Drip on drip, outfits very outstanding
A lot of cash available to spend
We're all living life on a low.
God has been faithful
Never seize giving
Even when we're misliving
Steadily, always coming through
When we're at our lowest
So we can never lose, we're not boosting
It's we, but on God our Father in heaven.
• A warm liquid racing down my face
• Staring at the ground like a fool
• I guess I've really done it now
• She seems to have lost her cool
To my God
To the only one that could set me free.
My path has become clearer.
I've been finding myself.
Slowly but surely
my confidence is gaining
as I learn who I am.
Seeing and accepting my worth.
Things I have never truly had.
Keep putting it all on my heart.
Keep my soul in line.
I want to be the woman I have never met.
The one that's not so shy,
sure of my thoughts,
no confusion.
So I can one go home
without my heavy heart.
Softly murmuring, the river’s raspy voice
Settles my soul with its rumbling choice,
Rustling quietly beneath a glowing moon,
Splattered by the sound of the river’s rejoice
Light trickles from stars who’re strewn
Across flirty skies where dreamers swoon,
Leaving the heart full, moaning its needs,
While witnesses tell tales much like cartoons
Roaring rapids reveal what the mind reads,
In stories of crashing winds with its dark deeds,
While the river gulps and hiccups on its course,
Promising to bring us its astounding proceeds.
Waters boom and belch, such a mighty force,
Revealing God’s strength, the only true source,
Mighty waters rip out a path like a racehorse,
One that most gamblers would surely indorse.
We are not all meant, for the driving of fast cars,
And some will only ever be backseat drivers at best,
So why do they expect us all to be able,
To travel in the fast lane on the internet,
When the consequences of not looking where we are going,
Can cause more harm and misery,
Than that related to any real world car crash past or present.,
Do those in charge of the internet not understand,
That most of their online drivers control more than one set of wheels,
And even a minor engine failure through lack of awareness,
Of the need to change gear when traffic is at its heaviest,
With the prospect of more than one winter of discontent,
If they miss the warning signs.
Lock up your daughter,
My wheels gonna slaughter,
Heading along the road,
Race ya, drive this load,
Beat you all, speed patrol,
Trailblazer, this my role,
You'll never catch my page,
I'm the star of this whole stage!
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