The imperfect walk of man, cared about in recklessness,
careening for the wall of death, can’t be protected -
no longer in his mama’s womb. Womanized, dehumanized,
faithless…AnD cared about. Those left behind, want to rewind
their watches, but the truth is they couldn’t fix him. All his ills
in his bushy beard, behind it a smile, a hug, a shrug. Darkness
was upon him and in his circle of conspirators…can you believe
the music coming out of them - great big curses, whispers
mixed with praise music…the daring beast brought down
with determined gentleness. They flee from the Spirit’s power.
Still I hope and hope and hope, if this is the end, as it seems,
that somehow, by the skin of his teeth, he made peace with God.
Funny how faith found me, when you said you'd send for me
Abundance, I heard, abound in the United States of America
Travel was in my blood; warmed my heart that you filed for me
Humbly I waited my Quota at the U.S. Embassy in Belize, British Honduras
Eagerly you awaited my arrival
Reaching you, my life began anew with stern and lenient caring
Safe and secured, I was proud owner of a Green card.
Dad, I remembered you renovating our home before the hurricane season
America saw you laboring as Construction worker and Carpenter
Yes, you worked, womanized, and drank to life.
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(Every man wishes to be understood with pardon and compassion.)
Blue balloons with red,
Fear of closing eyes,
A growling dad,
The hostile place,
A terrified boy,
Blue balloons with red,
All desires womanized,
A thorny bed,
Finding skirts to chase,
Sex with a strigoi,
Blue balloons with red,
Stones don’t apologize,
The world of Vlad,
Spirits leave no trace,
The friend is a decoy,
Blue balloons with red,
Witches galvanized,
Cant bell the cat,
With imaginary friends,
And a Helen of troy.
Paint your finger and toe nails.
So pretty, it makes you feel.
So completely womanized. Working
Or playing, saying I'm not lurking
In the world of being plain Jane.
Feeling good about myself it makes,
Just as it does, putting on my face.
Grandmothers did just this before me.
Pretty women, themselves being free.
This is the story that should not be told
And it was not told ever
Till the time it mattered
Now that they have escaped in corners safe
This comes out as history on a cuppa at café
They dug
Buried
Filled
Graved
Quietened
Bribed
Wined
Dined
And womanized
To keep it under wraps
Many wanted to spill
They even got hurt or killed
Silence was kept and enforced
Black it was periphery to core.
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