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Cry the Beloved Country

There was a brave,
A sage of his age,
And there was rhythm.
Men United in the hunt,
Women united in the spiritual sounds of songs of the Shaman,
And ships from the east,
Came with the Glory of God,
And between gunsmoke and gangrene,
Destroyed scenes of queens and kings,
And reaped heaps of unfulfilled dreams,
Busting at seems of disaster,
Cry the Beloved Country,
My master, is it truly that my father Ham,
Saw Noah Naked,
Cause my great, great, great, grandfather fought off dreams of death to endure.
And ensure that I would spend my life in this struggle.
There was a brave,
A sage of his age,
And there was rhythm,
And ships came to the horn of riches adorned,
And raped a land of many a man,
And built liberty on the shackles of freedom,
Cry the beloved country,
There was a brave,
A sage of his age,
And there was rhythm,
And ships came to the horn of riches adorned,
And raped a land of many a man,
And built liberty on the shackles of freedom,
Cry the Beloved Country,
But there was rhythm,
Among mothers’, mothers’ , sisters and brothers,
There was rhythm I tell you, 
And they prayed for my daughter to know a better day,
Every day in this struggle, I pray for my daughter to know a better day,
Where her soul is free, and she can be a light unto the nations,
Perspiration surrounds me, on this gethsemene mountain,
Where day after day, I watch my manhood muffled by the sound of bitterness,
Cry the Beloved Country,
But I tell you, there is Rhythm,
And so I say cry, my beloved country,
For the day of judgment is upon us,
And renaissance awaits,
I don’t care what mountain tries to destroy my sight,
My daughter will know a better day,
White supremacy, mental illness, multiple sclerosis,
Myopic minions of monstrous greed driven savages,
Ravaging urban centers and fatherless widows,
Like Caleb, spoke to the sun, I will not run,
God gave me this mountain,
And my daughter will know a better day,
Cry my beloved country,
Cry not tears of sorrow,
Cry not tears of lament, 
But cry the sound of triumph,
For we will not stop,
Until every thought has become captive to the sound of liberation,
 And all nations, bow to righteous sensations,
Celebrations’ elations, and dancing to the rhythm of the Savanna,
And I will not stop,
We will not stop, 
We must not stop,
There are braves,
Sages of this age,
And there is rhythm.
Amen.

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My Orion

Last night I awoke to the sign of Orion, and the big dipper pouring beauty into her
countenance.

Though the stars say she is a Capricorn, a meager goat, I see Orion’s majesty every time I
stare into here full lips and wide Sophia Lauren Smile.

Her sleek and slender body bodes of Spartan stubbornness.

A stubbornness that’s had me fuming on the wrong kind of sides, of the wrong kinds of days.

Most days, we spend our lives like firefighters, putting out 101 degree fevers, cars
breaking down, and trying to make ends meet on a student’s stipend,

And as days pass, we see separation as an impossibility for how could we possibly survive
without each other?

But last night, I was freed from the stress of overfilled garbage cans and overdue
research projects,

To see her high and lifted up in the unconditional light which she shines for so many,

So many children, to whom she’s been a second mother, screaming, “Ms. Lucas!!!, Ms.
Lucas!!!,” as we see them in the mall.

The countless times that she’s saved me form suicide with a hope unfettered and sincere,

You see last night, I got a quick glimpse into my life as heaven sees it, and I saw my
wife for the first time, lifted high into the deep night, shining for the world.

Oh don’t get me wrong, I truly see her everywhere,

Every where there is courage, I see her wringing the neck of the crack head that almost
kidnapped our oldest in Chicago,

Every time I see kindness, I see her soothing voice in my ear saying, “Keep going baby,
you’re almost out of the tunnel.”

Whenever I see pain, I see her face when she looked down at her dead father’s body, stoic
and resolved that his tragedy would not mar her memory of his greatness.

Every time I see strength, I see a woman who buried her brother in the same summer of her
honeymoon and still smiled wide with sincerity.

But last night, God removed the veil, and I saw her through heaven’s eyes,
Glorious and heroic,

And in that moment I realized that nothing can stop me, because I sleep next to Orion.

Machel, the hero of old.

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Noonday Sun

Noonday Sun

Suffering, so much suffering astounds,
Suffering brings us to our very knees,
And cries out to us in sleepless nights,
In the morning, fatigued and wrenched,
Begging for a reprieve from the day,
The sun is blocked by the sound of our own doubt,
“Where is the end of all this?”
“To what end is this, Lord Buddha?”
And he points to the clouds,
And says, “Wait”
And in that moments waiting,
We think to our children,
And we look to their faces, smiling faces though still starving in tattered rags,
And we understand, that there is a brighter day for them,
For someone made the Sun I tell you,
For someone made the Sun,
And as the Son heats the clouds,
We feel the wind on our heat scorched faces,
And we say, “Allah, what is the meaning of this?”
And she says, “Wait!”
And in that moments waiting,
We think of Mother Jones pleading for her people as she speaks truth to power.
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We begin to grasp the nature of a Grace that suffers with us,
And as droplets of rain begin to fall into our sordid subconscious,
We look to each other,
And feel the warmth of a Noonday sun.

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If I Had the Words

If I had the words to speak of a new beginning,
I would crawl inside that inspiration and cry the tears that elude me,
I sometimes wonder if my daughter will know the horror of a soul that won’t cry,
I hope not, I hope she knows nothing but sadness and joy,
I once dreamed of a Christmas morning adorned with all of my friends and family laughing
to the sounds of Earth, Wind, and Fire.
And soon that may come.
But now, I see dreams just beyond my reach,
And hopes that look impossible,
This sorrow is a wondrous antidote to the horror of my refracted consciousness screaming
that I am hell bound,
For I may never know the joy of dreams fulfilled,
But in the meantime, I feel God’s tears pitter patting on my window sill,
And I leave my window open, so that he knows I’m listening.

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Victory

When I was a boy I wanted to be Martin Luther King,
For his life sings of the strength of unconditional love,
Which can only come from above,
But when I became a man, I gave myself to God,
And Jesus became my hero, for he died and rose to save my soul,
And I fasted for 40 days twice on orange juice and asked God to use me to storm the gates of hell,
But I didn’t realize that hell is less a place and more a condition,
And so when God answered my prayer,
Hell rose up in my flesh,
And at first I thought it was just a test,
But then I became quite the mess,
And the stress had me wish for death,
But I had to find a way to beat the hell within,
So that I could free others, good women and men,
Who this world has forsaken, but who God still loves dearly,
And so I rose up, day after day, with this hell in my body and I fought,
I kept Jobs, I went to Graduate School, I even almost got a PHD,
They had diagnosed me with schizoaffective disorder and that was partially true,
But the demons poking my stomach in the wee hours of the night,
Convinced me that my condition was more complicated than mere sight,
That my plight and my purpose was to wrestle the hell within until I found a way to free others,
And in my fight, God gave me a wonderful wife and two wonderful children to comfort me from the torment I felt within,
But hell is a vicious thing,
And it brought chaos, even when I tried as hard as I could, it still brought chaos,
And my wife with eyes of pure love said, “Husband we can go no further on this journey together, but I will always love you.”
And I have never forgiven her, for there is nothing to forgive, 
She gave me her best,
She did the best that she could,
And when she could do no more she said, “That’s enough.”
And so to this day, I love her as the angel God sent me to succor my wounds as the hell in my body tormented me,
And I went into seclusion, and yes I wished for death,
But I had children and I knew that they needed me and so I told death, “We will meet dear friend, but not now.  Now I must do battle until the fight is won.”
And so I fought day after day and I would go to work and here voices and have temptations to take off all of my clothes and tell my boss that she was a tyrant.  But I fought and I never gave in.
I would go to my daughter’s soccer games and feel as though 5 different personalities dwelt in my body, all pulling me in different directions, but I fought and I would not relent.
For I can accept that hell entered into my flesh so that I could learn to heal the forsaken,
But I cannot accept that any devil, demon, hell, or illness can keep me from the abundant life that God has promised me.
And so I fight.  Day after day, I fight and I tell you I can feel my journey coming to an end.
I can see hell becoming heaven and me coming home to hero’s welcome, while I still live on this planet,
And in this journey I have concluded 4 things:
Jesus is Lord,
God will save everyone,
God suffers with us in our suffering,
An all suffering no matter how dark is temporary.
And now I stand poised to feel heaven throughout my being and with that heaven I will free so many tormented hearts that the world has forsaken,
But I will be careful to remember for whom I fight,
I fight for a man who also knew torment,
I fight for a man who was the God of the earth and all things, for woman or man has ever seen the beginning, all any of us have seen is the mediator between the great beyond and this world, this multiverse of duality,
The man for whom I fight loves all and has the power to save all,
He can guarantee to all of human kind from the best of us to the worst of us that we all have a guaranteed place of peace and happiness in the hereafter,
He is the mystery behind atomic energy,
He is the mystery behind quantum mechanics,
He is the mystery behind E=MC^2
He is Vishnu, he is Allah the beneficent, he is Kali, he is Jehovah,
He is El Shaddai, He is the Nirvana that Buddhists seek, 
He is Christ consciousness, and he is also Jesus of Nazareth who overcame hell, death, evil, and fear all at once to proclaim anew destiny for the creation.
One not of eventual destruction like some scientists claim but one of divination, redemption, recreation, and freedom,
And with my Lord as my guide, I will preach and live as a householder like Lahiri Mahasaya before me, and I will free many.
But most importantly, I will live every day with the Joyous knowledge that when hell came to knock at my door I held to love like a man on fire AND I GOT THE VICTORY!!!

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I Am That I Am

My savior was born a man,
He came from heaven, but a man is what he became.
Ordinary, fallen, vulnerable, weak, and confused.
He became all of this and more,
For he knew that only in the form of a servant,
Could he save the lost, and set the captives free.
But there came a time,
I tell you, there came a time,
When he rose up and claimed his former self,
And knew his nature,
I am that I am, He said.
I am that I am.
I was born a boy.
Ordinary, fallen, vulnerable, weak, and confused.
Almost worthy of the condemnation that this world has shamed upon me and 
mine,
Almost worthy of the epistemological inferiority, that the world complexly imputes 
to me,
I was born a boy,
Full of rage and anger, when they called me “boy” out of their own confusion.
But I came to a man, who is a God, but was a man,
And said, “Lord transform me, my God, transform me into what you will for me to 
be”
And he showed me pain.
And he showed me sorrow.
But there came a time,
When I rose up, and claimed the impossible,
To be a child and man simultaneously,
I was born a boy,
But I came to a man, who is a God, but was a man,
And said, “Lord transform me, my God, transform me into what you will for me to 
be”
And he showed me pain.
And he showed me sorrow.
But there came a time,
When I rose up, and claimed the impossible,
To be a child and man simultaneously,
And now I can look American hypocrisy in the face, and say “God Bless You”
And now I can look klu Klux klan firemen in the eye and say I love you.
Black, beautiful, strong, fearless, and resolute to endure,
Black, beautiful, strong, fearless, and resolute to right this world’s wrong and still 
retain my childlike disposition.
I am a man, I tell you.
And that is more than enough!
For once I strived to rise above, but now I seek to rise in love.
For once I strived to get revenge, but now I seek that hatred end.
And men and boys and women to, would claim the light of victory.
Not because of me, I see, but because of a man, who was a God.
And became fallen, vulnerable, weak, and feeble,
As I felt in a time of trial,
Not because of me, I see, but because of a man, who claimed his former self 
and rose to set me free.
And now, I am true.
Not perfect but a man nonetheless.
I was born a boy,
But I reached to the sky, and said, “God help me”
And now, I AM THAT I AM, I AM MAN!

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One By One

Days Work is Done,
They See the Rising Sun,
No Doubt more trials are sure to come,
And together they'll tackle them one by one.

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War

From the beginning of this life,
Man somehow knows that he is at war.
From childhood games, to stories of the imagination.
We are aware of a conflict, a glorious conflict.
Long ago, a dragon was cast down from light.
And his fall upset the fabric of the universe.
What once lived eternal now stood imprisoned in cycles of death and decay and 
all of creation mourned.
But from the darkness, God’s champion.
The Holy One of light, Made man in his image.
Chosen from the beginning of time, to fight for our Creator and return peace to 
the cosmos.
We were grafted as warriors and it was our destiny to ride victorious.
In the bosom of God, we were created by the expert hands of the Maestro and 
were given all things.
But the snake deceived us, and we fell.
Yet the Snake himself was fooled, for in our weakness God would find strength.
In the fall of man, so too would he find his destiny.
To ride with God victorious and set creation back in light.
We God’s glorious symphony, Ordained in Eternity to reign with him forever.
For many years we wandered in darkness, longing to regain our birthright.
The snake had made us his slaves, and perverted our hearts to death.
We, God’s warriors of light, were turned to darkness.
And for millennia we warred against each other for scraps of pleasure,
Like dogs we served the Dragon, all the time blind to our Destiny.
But our Champion, the Lion of Judah, Saw us and had pity.
He came to suffer at his own hand, and take on his own wrath so that we once 
again might rise.
And now the truth is ours, for he has already claimed the victory.
We, God’s anointed, chosen in light yet deceived into warring against one 
another.
The Lamb has saved us, and it is time for us to take our rightful place in 
Celebration of his crowning.
Jews, Muslims, Siks, Suphis, Hindus, Buddhists, Christians, Atheists, and 
Agnostics too.
It is our time for the Lamb prepared a place for us in his army of victory ever 
lasting.
The time is now.
The time is ours.
So grab your sword and ride to victory!

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The Secret

There is an enemy, who keeps herself hidden to some.
There is an enemy, who with his mighty lies torments others.
But it is only one enemy.
And this enemy destroys the blood of brotherhood by convincing all that God is 
one.
By convincing all that God is one and that she is many, this enemy convinces all 
that we are outnumbered.
But God was many from the very beginning.
And so we are many, the forces of light.
It is the enemy who is outnumbered.
For we are a kingdom which cannot be divided for we are of the same substance.
For in the beginning was the Word, and the word was the light of humanity.
The Word is the light of humanity.
And the Word is many.
Amen.

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I'M Pushing

I’m Pushing
I’m Pushing,
I’m pushing into shadow bringing light,
Trapped in a prison of my own misgiving,,
I am living,
But every morning I wake up tired,
Because I am pushing,
Into a kingdom that awaits me,
Into a harmony that awaits my family,
Into a compassion that awaits my society,
I am pushing into shadow bringing light
Fighting with weapons of unconditional love,
Holding to the promise that by his stripes we are healed,
I’m pushing,
I’m tired, 
But I will win,
For there is a man who holds the victory in his hand,
And he gives it to me freely,
I’m pushing, 
And I will win,
Thank God!!