TO CROCODILE TRIALS AND ALLIGATOR CHILDREN
(Apropos Of Mine And My Fostered Ones)
It has been revealed
That there is much
I will not live to see.
Yet, I praise God’s will
And His graceful healings
For allowing me to be here;
Engaged in His mission purpose:
Me in daily labors of love,
For the welfare, justice,
And equality, for me and us all:-
And now, as my time here wanes,
And I slowly sojourn homeward
To that house not made by hands,
I know that in my keloid footsteps,
You all shall indeed journey onward
In securing democracy for us all:-
Beloveth children, mourn me not in pain,
But in tears of joy, and living love.
Always be aware that I shall be
Watching from that house above.
Do not wallow in despair;
Rejoice and not be sad:-
Many never got waxed
And waning time to spend
With a happy old grey head, Dad:-.
He walks in a world of mirrored glass and gold,
Where every coin is made of teeth, and time
Is measured not by clocks, but by heavy lead.
A dog, a ghost, a myth of hollow bones,
Buried beneath a weeping willow’s song.
He seeks the Table carved of jagged stars,
Where suited phantoms trade in shattered breath,
And penance bleeds from leather-bound decrees.
Beneath the neon rain, the shadows twist,
Weaving a coat of sorrow for the dead.
He aims, a cipher in a waking dream,
Through catacombs of chalk and snapping glass,
Where adversaries dissolve in clouds of ink.
The pencil falls—a catalyst of wood—
And writes a symphony upon the brain.
He bleeds in shades of bruised, electric blue,
Rising again to face the shifting maze,
A tethered phantom in a tailored suit.
The path winds backward to a sunlit grave,
Where peace remains a memory of smoke.
WEATHERING LIFE’S TRIALS
Such tribulations:
Sweat yesterday; snow today!
Life’s weathering trials survived:
Come tomorrow, I’m ready!
Walking down a long and dark tunnel with no end in sight
Crying, looking for just one drop of hope out of my plight
Trying only to breathe while sinking in the dark’s deep might
Suddenly burst the simple beauty of a single light
Quickening my step thinking there was salvation to claim
Moving yet faster and faster with laser focused aim
Salivating at the coming freedom from long held shame
Broken finding the light was a torch with a single Flame
Walking and weeping as there appeared a very small glow
Emerging a crowd beckoning that the way out to know
Knowing, having come from there, it was not the way to go
Heart tearing as this false hope was merely men full of woe
Slowing my step as hope was fading when then came a sound
Deafening growl echoed filling my heart shaking the ground
Blazing light broke the dark illuminating all around
Deeply saddened for it was train whizzing past darkness bound
Weeping and fully broken I stopped falling on my face
Missing the appearing brightest of lights filling this place
Feeling the Son of God lifting in a loving embrace
Taking my hand, He led me out of darkness with His grace
Should darkness stain the shields of my defense
where refuge sought holds little glare or shine,
depression takes its toll at great expense
that sadly taints this fragile soul of mine.
The fortress walls grow weak amidst the storm,
should darkness stain the shields of my defense.
The siege consumes me whole might I conform.
Such penalties fall savagely immense.
Surrender could abandon this suspense,
to open wide the gates that welcome woe.
Should darkness stains the shields of my defense,
so common are the scars I've come to know.
Armed only with the strength of battles lost,
survival rears its head as wars commence.
I choose to hold my throne at any cost,
should darkness stain the shields of my defense.
I’m becoming more religious
My god is a man of wit
And his people aren’t fastidious
In the prayers they commit
Everybody understands
Well aware that the trials
Cannot make a better man
From a rancor we acquire
Being tested all the time
With no promise of reward
Being told about the crimes
Of the past we must pay for
I’ve no time for moral babies
I am living for myself
And for my most precious lady
Who once told me I’m her elf
With my god we laugh aloud
Breaking loose from any cell
I have grown from tiny sprout
To dismiss the man made hell.
There are times when I am just tired of the endless rain.
Walking in the middle of this desert, once again.
No one knows the chaos of the battle I am fighting for my seed.
Faith is a choice, its something you must feed.
The darkness I feel at times, is part of the process I am facing to grow.
When my tears I do not show.
Tell me, what are you facing today?
Life has to be better than this, it does not matter what people say.
I know that things can't always go my way.
My first battle plan should be to pray.
For my creator is the one who fights for me.
He will give me the victory in what I can't yet see.
Bitterness is a choice, for my enemy's suffering I cannot rejoice.
For some people, this would be insanity.
But I will stand tall and not give up, until I see my miracle become a reality.
All is not lost, true happiness has a cost.
Empathy and kindness in humanity are now a strange breed.
Realizing that during any storm, Jesus is all I will ever need.
Life, as I’ve come to know it
Is trial wrapped in unexpected moments
A dance of hope, missteps, and loss
Like betting all blindly in business.
Each soul must face its reckoning
Some see the signs, prepare in time
Others, like smoke behind a jet
Only glimpse what’s left behind.
I was one of the second kind
By the time I looked, it was gone.
No warning, no sign, just the fall.
No guide in the sudden that follows.
Now I drift aimlessly in this vast sea
And no one sails this tide alone.
So if you hear me in the wilderness
Please don’t let go. Don’t let me drown.
OF TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS
We’ve encountered worse,
and have always overcome:
Likewise, with today’s:-
Of Trials And Tribulations
We’ve encountered worse,
And have always overcome:
We’re red-cap ready:-
We've traveled many roads, some steep and long,
kept steadfast on our walk, forever so strong.
Through our ups and downs, we traveled this road,
for all those times we carried life’s heavy load.
Valleys and peaks may have always been there,
with courage we walked, not always with despair.
Below those peaks, shines a river glowing bright,
streaming through the valleys, flowing in sunlight.
Life is not always about our valleys and peaks,
for these roads we travel, it is peace we seek.
We've picked ourselves up, and carried our load,
for in seeking this peace, there's no end to our road.
Locked up in a cage.
But the beasts are allowed to roam.
The lights are dimming and the darkness grows thick.
It is like a mirror on the wall.
Reflecting everything in which you desire but can never have.
Those who takes gets.
And those who gives loses.
The scales have broken.
And you sit alone.
Crying on your throne.
Staring at the mirror’s image,
I see what others see;
but can they see the need for love
so deep inside of me?
I hear my laughter just as loudly
as those who see my smile;
but can they hear the tinge of sadness
that lingers for awhile?
My posture mocks a stately stance,
my gait is smooth and free;
but can they see the frightened child
huddled down within me?
Afraid of life’s uncertainties,
unsure of what’s to come;
feigned confidence...a good disguise,
for fear has made me numb.
The routines I have mastered
like a scripted matinee,
but none see behind the curtain
at the closing of the day.
The props, all neatly put aside,
the makeup washed away,
my weary soul sleeps peacefully,
despite another day.
Tomorrow brings another chance
as I wait in the wings,
to take another curtain call
in the drama that life brings.
You cast your gaze, sharp and cold/
A relic of Salem, a story retold/
Convictions weigh heavy, though truth stands clear/
Yet you brand me alarming, fueled by fear/
Your judgement looms, a shadowed stake/
Bound by laws, yet the fire you'd make/
If time unshackled your hands today/
Would I see the embers of history's fray/
Puritan echoes, they linger still/
Through whispers low and sharpened will/
Not robes and hats, nor torches bright/
Yet still you strike with veiled delight/
I am a person with rights to defend/
My faith, my freedom, no need to amend/
No shame, no guilt, no crime in sight/
Yet you twist belief into blinding fright/
You see the world in black and white/
A rigid mind, afraid of light/
Yet truth will stand where flames may fall/
And justice calls beyond your wall/
Let laws restrain what hands would do/
But laws can't cleanse the thoughts in you/
Puritan thinking, aged yet bold/
Still walks among us, shrouded in gold/
I’m called to meet a challenge, everyday:
my manner meek, my slow approach quite tame,
I timidly attack the threshold frame
that guards the gate and keeps the weak at bay.
My mind my sword, my enemy the fray
of a whirlwind day, vortex of shame,
I trepidate—I prove myself thus lame,
for conquest is beyond my make of clay.
But, urged along by necessity, I,
drawing on every store of strength available,
gathering my courage for this gory chore,
breathe deep down and let a tremendous sigh
from my heaving breast. “This is assailable,”
I tell myself, walking through my front door.
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