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The Black and White Arms of Justice

Black crime, Justice prevails
Lilly White Crime, no justice hailed

When the crimes of a man weigh more than the crimes of a man, 
Justice has failed

We are all doomed to the broken edge of the gavel when clouds of white nights gale

Forces of guilt driven findings drawn in black man’s plight hammering down excessively to tightly embed black headed nails

Boxes of henpecked shrugging shoulders deliberating measures of one sided balances as a sleeveless gown displays two arms of justice as black and white

A white right arm defended by a two edge sword
A broken black left arm that once kept, law, piece, and order in one accord
Kept the trains of justice from being derailed
And
Upheld the balances of truth on an evenly weighed scale

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I Am Time

I existed before all things, as you know them and not, and will be here long after, and though I allow myself to be used by, I cannot be controlled by mankind.

The way you measure MY characteristics is only the way in which you have chosen to see ME.

I AM, Everlasting to everlasting, yet still referred to as, “The Beginning and The End.”
I AM, both Finite and Infinite.

In ME, all things are possible, without me, there are none
I forbid and allow all things.

I AM, the ever revolving channel that allows all things to change yet repeat themselves.

A winding revolution of everything and nothing, in which symbols and characters were placed upon to mark the universes greatest and even most minute’ events.

I AM, by your definition: “The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.”

In Me, Knowledge found Patience and became Wisdom, the universe was created and everything within!

The definition of my name in reverse alone is proof that there is truth within the story of creation and that; it was through ME from whom the universe emanates:
-To send out from a source, (light, energy, etc...)
-To throw or give off or out (as light or heat)
-To give utterance or voice to (and GOD commanded all things to come and so they were)
I AM, Seven Days

I AM; Week, Month, Year, Decade, Century, and Millennium.
I AM, Vast, yet also referred to as, “In A Little Bit”

I AM, Often and Seldom, and also often thought of as, too long or too short
but seldom looked at as, Enough

My end is so long, it is the one thing everyone wants to, but can’t seem to wait until,
yet still swears to love until

In ME all things are kept and released, yet it has been said that,
“Only I will tell”
I AM the greatest holder of secrets, yet in ME all things are revealed

It has been said that “I heal all wounds,” yet in ME, you have found both joy and mourning.
I AM, the distance between Birth and Death.

I AM the months you were carried in the womb to the day you breathe your last breath and have recorded within myself, every memory in-between, including those that you and your loved ones have forgotten.
Though your memories may fail, Mine will never falter.

I AM, the calendar with a camera that has a real-live feed into the past, present, and future.

I AM, the measure of every step of life’s metronome, placing with precision, every beat, every note of the song of life and I have signed MY signatures at the beginning of life’s musical piece, before the clef and after the key signature.
I AM, The perfect song.

I existed before all things, as you know them and not, and will be here long after, and though I allow myself to be used by, I cannot be controlled by mankind.

The way you measure MY characteristics is only the way in which you have chosen to see ME.

Who AM I?

For, I AM, none other than, TIME

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More Than a Friend

Job 12:12English Standard Version (ESV) Bible Gateway
12 Wisdom is with the aged,
    and understanding in length of days.

Much closer than like
Too far to push away
Yet never too far to share a loving heart
Much more than a friend

Much farther than the eye can see
Much closer than the sense of touch
Much more than a friend.

Elder than 
the knowledge of young
Younger than the wisdom of time
A special word in the pages of our hearts
not so easily defined...
Likened onto one we know 
Yet still one of a kind

One of which we share 
much more than friendship
of deepest respects and love 
as family and Kin

Much closer than like
Too far to push away
Yet never too far to share a loving heart
Much more than a friend

Dedicated to, Larraine B. Harris, Best Friend of My Late Grandmother, Frances B. North
You Are More Than A Friend. You Are, Auntie Larraine.
Happy 93rd Personal New Year

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Ill Keep Both Coins

There is more than one value of a Browned-Coin
and no matter how hard it may be to accept and appreciate their worth
I unlike you
have decided to keep both coins
Shiny and Darkened

Today 
I choose the Browned-Coin I found lying on the ground in the Suburbs
As though
The weight to bear, too heavy for “Change”
and embarrassment of such pride staking gatherings is none the more appreciated, 
with time consumption for calculating 
an hundredfold
Looking at one shiny 
as though well-kept in safe places
Preserved as rarity by cherished old matrons who sit amongst thirteen stars
while liberating bands around heads, keep eyes gazing at skies over States-United
on one side, making promises to turn new leafs for the integration of 
shiny Browned-Coins, as Reserves temporarily deter 
dissemination into the depreciating masses 
of darkened similitude
Yet
something one could slowly 
bank on

So you see
There is more than one value of a Browned-Coin
and no matter how hard it may be to accept and appreciate their worth
I unlike you
have decided to keep both coins
Shiny and Darkened

Today
 I choose the Browned-Coin I found lying on the ground in the Hood
as though
no one would ever find value in such minute figures
enough to pick them up and keep them
in population
Looking at one 
darkened and disproportioned
as though irresponsibly cared and worn from circumstance.
The waning of brighter rounded Political faces rejecting revisions in capital, 
engendering scores of self-disdain from beliefs that, 
words illegitimately placed
over the head of a once New Republican 
will make sense enough to at least uphold the value of a browned coin
assimilate the word tattooed on the back of his neck
and will someday become truths 
held as self-evidence

Yes, 
there is more than one value of a Browned-Coin
but though there are over a billion altogether in circulation
they insist on separately trying to fit the Bill,
individually rendering them,
as one percent

So I unlike you
have decided to keep both coins
Shiny and Darkened

I have collectively gathered 
that, since, one and one make two
one day in one sense one cent will help one cent make good sense
and that, since, one and one is two, cents, further from nonsense, but 
two cents closer to the ninety-eight more Browned faces needed to
gather one-hundred Browned-Political Figures 
together to create One Bill 

I unlike you
have decided to keep both coins
Shiny and Darkened

Now 
since politicians don’t even make sense to politicians 
and the number of cents needed for Browned-Coins to appreciate their worth 
is only accepted when multiplied by higher values and divided amongst Political faces 
too high for Browned-Coins to reach to, “exact change,” 
abuse the worth of Browned-Coins in numbers 
like corn plucked in markets from the stock, 
and
have collected
enough cents to make sense of the nonsense
perpetuated  by higher numbers who count on creating Bills 
Mint to Remove scores of Browned-Coins from current-seas,
I have tasked myself with a task of the highest of difficulties 
I write to keep Browned-Coins 
in population

Because 
I too have
sometimes walked by and seen 
the two Browned-Coins on the ground, 
the one Shiny and the one Darkened 
and in a prideful vain thought that even the voices in my head muffled, 
for an instance, I became prejudice against my own color when the questions were aroused,

Do you really want to pick those up?
You don’t know where they came from or what they could be carrying!
Do you really want to be seen gathering the likes of those?
Are they really worth it? 

And it’s, 
around that time
 that I shake my head to rattle “Change,” in mind 
thinking

I once was of two Browned-Cents found lying on the grounds of both places
the Suburbs and the Hood, and have been the both, shiny and Darkened,
and know what it is to feel as though one will never amount to enough,
so I do know how long it takes for two browned coins to accumulate
Cents enough to appreciate worth

But 
there is more than one value of a Browned-Coin
And until every Browned-Coin realizes that, unless we are all counted together as a whole,
 we will never truly be valued as more than one percent

So since 
two Browned-Cents is better than No sense at all
I unlike you
have decided to keep both coins
the Shiny and the Darkened

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The Sum of My Tears

If I could gather every moment 
missing you 
into the sum of my tears
I’d cry you a river

I’d cry the compassion of the Sun as he lets the clouds roll in, 
if it would give us more years
I’d cry you a river

I’d cry the rain into the clouds so that the river brought you near
My tears would flood The Sands of Time giving back your youthful years
I’d cry my prayers into the Heavens so all the Heavens hear

I’d cry you a river, 
praying THE MOST HIGH would deliver 
me this prayer

But most of all, when all summed up, 
I cry rivers reminiscent of times shared, 
rivers of loneliness, of happiness, of sorrow 
from the warmth of your presence no longer here

These rivers I cry 
are an expression of my love for you,
Love that will never fade, never evanesce or disappear  
rivers that aggregate into the depths of the oceans 
of memories, that will never dry, 
though my rain clouds may seem to have cleared

When added all up
I miss you, 
Is the sum of my tears

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One Day I Heard a Bird Sing An Old Familiar Song

One day I heard a bird sing a song

It sang in such a familiar tone
As if it felt it were at home

So familiar it were as though
It sang in a particular voice of someone I know

One day I heard a bird sing an old familiar song

One day I heard a bird sing a song
It sang in such a familiar key

It comforted my spirit and relaxed my soul
As if this song was made for me

One day I heard a bird sing an old familiar song

One day I heard a bird sing a song

A song that has lasted throughout the years
Of joy of pain of laughter and tears

A song of long-suffering of weakness of strength
Of failure of withstanding and going the length

Of siblings to friendship and all in between
Of motherhood of servitude of princess and queen

One day I heard a bird sing an old familiar song

One day I heard an old bird sing an old familiar song
And the more I listened to her sing I began to sing along

Her voice became even more familiar and as I learned to chirp in key
I realized the song she sang was not only meant for me

It was a song she sang to teach us younger birds about our history
A song of love straight from the heart to pass her legacy

One day I heard an old bird singing the old familiar song of life
Please continue to sing that old familiar song.

This old bird is my grandma Francis B. North

Best Poems Written by Browned Cents

Race the Finals Spoken Word

Browned-Cents

The Black and White Arms of Justice

Glitter Flicker Sparkle Glow

Is Justice Blind

I Am Time

More Than a Friend

Ill Keep Both Coins

The Sum of My Tears

One Day I Heard a Bird Sing An Old Familiar Song