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A Brother's Dream

Oh,
to hear  a brothers’ voice
those shouts out loud-
they sang...a tantalizing choice.

I believe “let freedom ring!”
Also, reverberating in still time.
A brother of simplicity
Yet, no kinship of mine. 

In a declaration, he braved,
soulfully as he sways...
his dream, of no election,
a thought, to which he slaves.

Share in the legacy
Left vulnerable by a rifles blare…
Brothers of sort have died excessively,
He didn’t say “freedom ring, despair”.

So for, Sir Dr. Martin Luther,
A King by his own right…
Embellish this one day set aside,
But know “his dream” was meant for life.

Thank GOD for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

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...So I Write

So I write...
     Even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...
I write.
     Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...
     I write to refill plentiful emptiness's.
     Now what successes 
     will my manuscripted- selfless-self achieve?
     Pages written solemnly based on critical theologies, 
     the "I gotta have it technologies", 
     burnt bridges I crossed, and Jesus crucified; 
     that which I truly believe.

     Particularly like birds sing happily-freely, 
     yet underachieved. 
     Yet pronouncing” I am stretching wings".
      As a confident wind blows It's own flow 
      throughout bureaus of grasses.
     Alike, Mrs. Mother Earth allowing her seasons be passive.

I write, 
     Being intrigued by what might, 
     happen.
     As an eye, leading the soul, 
    a heart searching, buryied abuses,
     grasping. 
     Across a script denoted by way, 
     of a poets pen tip. 
     Perhaps this frivolous script, 
     possess seeded enunciation's 
     congested with spiritual worth 
     So words read here;
     be basis for a total rebirth. 

...so I'll write.

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Reaching Into Actuality-Rita

Reaching InTo Actuallity-RITA
To Hurricane Katrina's Mama 
Hurricane RITA & Survivors

Yeah you blew winds hard and fierce,
crossing all our hearts,
you left without waving bye,
I guess you were just a wash.

You took away some actualities,
reaching for our souls,
what you had no idea about
You pushed us toward our goals.

You caused plain, old, and idle folks 
to rethink the things they clinched,
your winds changed attitudes on life
and now lifes' become a cinch.

See, many now whom you displaced,
your total destruction went amiss.
You actually cleaned out some closets
and reset things abit.

So as you go on to be renamed as 
a no rain drops-blowing wind; 
forget not last, the time you tried
you only provided relief from sin.

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He Cared...For Love

He cared...for love,
with all his armored brass.
The boots worn stomped of the streets,
this large camouflaged mass.

You can tell of his pursuit,
of a thing wholesomely missed.
Forged with valor in his mission,
the thing he cared for, exist.

I must persist-of
his adorable hiss,
confidently angry
and his face was pissed.

Being an on-looker 
I stepped right and to the side.
Wondering to myself-what
of this heroes pride.

He searched and he seek,
throughout the blazes of that street.
Corruption of hoodlums,
he declined all retreats.

This story was steep,
and his emotions ran deep;
his embattled body, offended
and upon his release...

The hood, durable to boot, 
as the opposition freed it's handle.
This armored warrior
and his precarious gamble.

He cared...for love
as the subject was,
his sibling, his sister...
he cherished, plus he missed her.

The girl strung out; 
unaware of the brother 
listening to the out cries
of his saint-hooded mother. 

He knew what he faced
and the adversity it played.
but he cared,...for Love.
what a stunning display.

To my dismay, 
a story resounded 
right out of this tangible insight.
He cared…what she did, amid herself,
because his heart cared…for love;
and that’s right.

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Versus Whom?

Versus whom?
I versus me or 
he versus she,
and we versus them.
when this old versus thing gone come to an end.

I wanna win against me,
a fairly selfish gain.
he'll always be versus she,
no wonder she aborts us then.

We versus them- 
just whom we challenge now.
Ourselves for something more dramatic
than choosing to eat pig or a cow.

This team versus that one 
whom ever really wins, 
or is that why we thrive at drama,
to do it all again. 

We must be mad, I mean insane
reminding me of that old cliché keep doing the same things, expecting change,
what a repetitive calamity.

And as for the old word
versus in all its glory and gloom
if we keep up this human experience
one day we'll hear that boom!

We versus whom?