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THOSE THESE SHOES I WEAR I’M BAREFOOTED-

THOSE THESE SHOES I WEAR I’M BAREFOOTED-

 you wear the shoes that fit you
Bottomed out barefooted
Naked toes and sole
Standing on Holy Grounds
~
You dance like David dance
A spectrum of Holy worship
He sees your heart beyond your flesh
Standing on Holy Grounds
~
You raise the hands that were given you
You stand on the grounds the lands in shoes
Naked you

Nights like these

The rage prevails
On nights like these
When reason fails
And anger breeds

It matters not
The efforts made
The tension’s hot
Foundation laid

The venom spews 
From your mouth
You leave no clues
Of what went south

We all must guess
On what, the cause
To start this mess
And prime your claws

And even when
We challenge you
You twist a spin
Deny your blues

You’ll cease to claim
Where you’re at fault
Won’t

Fly Systems

               WHEN THE WInD BLEW THROUGH THE HOLLOW REEDS
                                

TO ALL THESE NEGROPHOBES

They chained my ancestors so I would break free from the shackles of slavery.
They colonized my family tree so I would embrace freedom through dissidence.
They imprison my kin so I may wield my convictions as weapons of war.
They imposed the plagues of capitalism on the colonial trading posts that sharpened my clarity.
I will never be

Ya'll what these People said

They got off topic brainstorming for a song. They had know thing, not even a sound. The lead singing began talking and the trumpeter and French horn player began mocking her.They recorded the Muse and studied it to see if anything was there.They promised to be committed to what they had begun and got into

IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES

IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES  PS
(A Palming Allegorical Rendering)

With elephant ears,
And the keenness of giraffes,
Let’s become as owls:
Divine wisdom and guidance,
Eagle-winging us justice:-

In our life’s nature,
Trials and tribulations come:
So does conquering:-
In Babylonian times,
Seek your new Jerusalms:-

Jesus rode an ass,
We now have one riding us:
Time to buck him off:-
Leaving no palms to catch him,
Let’s burn away

It’s Times Like These That I’m Confused and So I Hold Your Hand

It’s times like these the stars feel far,
And every lamp burns cold and thin—
The world is loud, the winds unkind,
And shadows press against my skin.

I do not know the road ahead,
Nor what the morning sky will show,
The songs I loved have lost their tune,
And even time forgets to flow.

But in the hush between two breaths,
Your

I believed these poems belonged to me, sculpted from polished breaths

I believed these poems belonged to me, sculpted from polished breaths,
Under the flickering light of candles, a refuge in the dense darkness,
Each line a profound catharsis, each verse a wound wrapped in metaphor,
But now, they knock at the gates of my sleep, uninvited, restless specters.
They rise, unbidden, from the abysses where I carefully buried them,
They

Good Morning Prayers

Dear Lord Jesus

You're my friend and You are my brother even though You are a King,
I love You more than any other and my soul belongs to you.
You're my Rock and You're my Shield to You alone will I gladly
Yield.  As the deer pants for the water, so my soul does long
For You.

I 

All these demands

Its might can contain you
But only for the moment that you care
They will challenge you
But only for how long they can stare
They will see if you will cross the line
That they have drawn in the sand
But if their claims have no moral value
The wind will erase the reason for their demand

In These Parts

In these parts,
Heavy dews cover fields and lawns;
It's very hot and humid in summer;
There are no breathtaking views,
No snow-covered mountains, no waterfalls;
And the weather changes rather rapidly.

In these parts,
Surrounded by trees, corn, and beans,
The canopy covers me from above.
A paved road separates me from the beans,
And sometimes I'm being held captive, it seems.

In these parts,
Black

One Of These Days

One of These Days by FFH

Lyrics

One of these days I'm gonna fly
Over the mountain
One of these days I'm gonna ride
On the silver lining
One of these days I'm gonna witness
All I've been missing
One of these days

One of these days I'm gonna do
All the things that I've never done
I'm gonna finish all the races
That I've run but

These Eyes

Eye to eye
In the mirror what do they hide
So scared of what lies ahead 
So engulfed in regret
Eyes blue as sky
Always so dark
Fragile in a sense
Tears roll down
How do they wake each day
To the unhappiness of life
Each morning wanting more before the day begins
Giving up on the promises of new
These eyes can barely look forward
Blinded

Poetry Runs Through These Veins

There is poetry that runs freely through these veins
Authentic eccentric even society could never change.

For the poetry that runs through these veins 
Comes from years of criticism, rejection and pain

Check the poetry in these veins that runs.
Born from carrying  the weight placed on 
shoulders heavy like boulders as the world 
grows colder.

Original Poetree is

It Will Take Decades to Fix What These Republicans Have Destroyed

I kneel by the ash heap of my country,
pulling out the charred bones of laws
once tender with purpose. A womb,
a book, a vote—each gutted clean
by men in ties who grin as they light
the match, who quote scripture
as forests burn and children cry
in cages built from policy.

My daughter will not inherit
a peace I once believed in.
She

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