As real as this is, as real as this feels,
I know it won’t feel really real
until I experience something tangible
like a riot
or being told to wear a star.
The streets are clean
But only by the street sweeper
Our hearts are open
But only for the surgeon
Our minds are sponges
But only for social media
Our passions are set for justice
But only for the social warriors
9 rules of temperament
Goodness
Kindness
Gentleness
Patience
Self -control
Faithfulness
Peace
Love
Joy
10 perfect laws tempered with mercy
Is all we need
To create a world really worth living in.
I wish you could see it with me instead of against me.
We are the same but our eyes see differenly.
I love you.
He is behaving like a vulture,
Devoid of kindness,
Appears like Loki,
An epitome of mischief and nastiness.
Patience is a virtue I know,
Yet undue patience is like foolishness,
It is like letting injustice control us more,
To Tagore it is as also a sin to tolerate unfairness.
Though fierce he and his followers are as vultures,
Pity must not be shown to anyone who tortures.
I slowly fill my tea cup
Watching the hot water thrash the little tea bag back and forth
The way storms toss shingles and trash cans
The way waterfalls await nations that once laid claim to calm rivers
Are we debris caught in society?
Are we as hopeless as homes lying under hurricanes?
Why can we measure wind temperature destruction body counts bullets fired bombs dropped civilians displaced but can't calculate the casualties in our subconscious
If we could see the suffering that vengeance brings
Could it divert us from disaster?
Greed's hot noxious breath is on the back of my neck
I walk through septic tanks of humanity overflowing with sorrow and filth
Hidden side effects of the selfish
Can't someone wake us from this collective Holocaust nightmare?
Some witch doctor from a more peaceful dimension?
I want to bottle your smile and your laugh so it can cure our hellishness
It can cure the coldest heart in its most biblical plague
It reminds me why I can never give up
Because at the end of this swimming pool of corpses
There might be a face like that
To tell me this horrible struggle has all been worth it
Maybe this is why we are here
Not because we're terrible and have arrived to do terrible things
But that we know we can change
That there are things worth fighting for
Worth giving to
And if we keep going
The world could be as amazing as you
Don’t tell us what to say; we know what to do,
Voting for a criminal to slide in snake boots,
Your hissing and reprobation makes to silence debate,
No offering for a solution,
Creating problems, dressed in the art of rhetoric.
The word is that the war is left with right,
I’m ambidextrous and ambivalent,
With a mouth sewn shut, so I start a bonfire.
No lies can derail us,
A puppet’s wires spun, and spun.
Convince us of your reason; cannibals of national pride.
We work until our tendons become unravelled,
Victims of legislation, but our rights are read to us, forced to abide,
We seek shelter, but you offer a mass-produced following,
Your factory is industrial; we escape on digital enterprise,
The truth is what is mine is yours;
A criminal in a suit profits more that you, or I.
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Part I of II
This is the story of Larry Joe Prince
And the way Arizona stole his innocence.
It is written with hope that there may come a day
When a wise judge will grant him his moment to say
All the things so conveniently left out of court,
Made American “justice” look more like a sport,
With a high-priced attorney that didn’t think clear,
And the false testimony of one with much fear,
And the state prosecute thought “I’ll surely reach fame”,
He said, “Hell, I don’t care who the state wants to blame,
It’s a paycheck to me; I don’t care about truths,
It’s my ego I feed, I’m a low lying sleuth!!”
So they all drew their “guns” on that guy Mr. Prince,
Absolutely no shred of secure evidence,
They proceeded to send him to death row to sit,
For the murder of one that he did not commit,
And the biggest and worst sin of all that was done,
Was the way that the people held on to their “guns”,
They embraced all the lies to evade what was clear,
As revenge prevailed justice with each little tear,
And for those in the grave who just watch from above,
With no longer a voice to teach them that real love,
Is not proven by putting the blame on a man,
Just because he is there….cause the courts and you can,
See the proof of one’s love speaks out so very clear,
Even after the grave when one’s body’s not here,
You will hear their soul cry, and you’ll then know for sure,
If they’re resting in peace or they’re haunted some more.
There are families that hide from life’s reality,
The dead man in this case begs you hear his soul’s plea,
Make amends for the errors you’ve made in the past,
And put down all those stones, and those already cast,
If this dead man could speak he’d have something to say,
Of the circus that ran through the courtroom that day,
And if not for the dead man then do it for you,
Cause we all have to answer to God what is true,
Larry Prince knows he’s clear and he wins either way,
Cause he’s INNOCENT judge, the state’s in disarray.
So please read all with care on this day we implore,
Please don’t look at this life as a game where you score,
It’s integrity that is of stake in this court,
And it’s not mine or yours it’s this country’s that’s short
Of a quality no longer active today,
If it dies, it’s the lives of our loved one’s…they’ll pay.
Take your time, read it all, and be true to your heart,
And we’ll all pray it’s not too late for a new start.
Part II of II
They all loved cocaine but they hid it from Dad,
He just couldn’t believe that his kids could be “bad”,
So his eyes he did close, and they stayed tightly shut,
While his best offspring died with that stuff in his gut,
And they said, “It was murder”, and placed the blame there,
Yes, it’s true ‘bout that bullet and blood in his hair,
And the roots of that crime have been hidden so well,
By the real guilty ones with the lies they did tell,
For those self-righteous ones that just stared and stood by,
And condoned this deceit without batting an eye,
For the cowards that watched as the killers went free,
Be aware this could happen to you or to me,
And your sons or your daughters could one day be led
To a place where they wish they would rather be dead,
So now don’t be afraid to let truths in your ears
When your children are hurting with eyes full of tears,
Don’t you cower or shudder, don’t whine and don’t wince,
And remember the story of Larry Joe Prince.
Written in parts, from 2000-2002
Original Copyright 2002
Registration Number / Date:
TXu001112792 / 2002-12-02
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07/21/13 ©
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Loads of caring people do
Wonder if this world is true
To the nature of humanity
When a billion people hungry
And authority Nazi
Injustice appearing everywhere
Gets you when you care
Every direction, divide and conquer
But this is truly bonkers
A collective consciousness are we
At one, all and humanity
Could have fooled me
Doesn’t suit the ruling clique
Afraid of an empowered you and me
Afraid of the African lion roaring
Afraid of humanity soaring
Finding out our true nature
Being a lover not a hater
Not of humanity, being a traitor
A dog eat dog world too
I’m vegetarian, are you?
Our rulers; Cain’s bloodline
Don’t care for our good times
Just thrive on division and death
From our birth to a last breath
The dark has Scripted like Macbeth
There time is up soon
When it is a humanity boon
Got to have faith; entities
Gods and angels love you and me
And are not going to sell us short
Will help this system abort
And to destroy unfair tort
It’s bogus, unjust, selfish ways
Will make way for brighter days
Many still waiting for Master Jesus
To re-appear, come and save us
Religion was never his thing anyway
Just preached good Christian ways
Without a priest or a church
Consecrated ground 8is
Every step YOU take on earth
Wrestling match expected before
Between the conscious rich and conscious poor
Those who’s god is god; or cash
Undoubtedly are going to clash
And the systems bound to crash
But have faith in the light
Any darkness around, it will smite
Just because you cannot see
The higher realms; divinity
Doesn’t mean not working for you
And me, to lift both our blues
Remember this is your choice: Choose
Don’t forget light workers too
And you can do your bit too
Bless everywhere you go
And don’t be a slave to dough
Random acts of kindness too
Always chase away the blues
And don’t be anyone’s muse
Just concentrate on lifting yourselves
And keep on wishing for lifting of hells
Just give them minimal energy
You need it all for yourself you see
Remember also karmic debts to pay
By everyone who’s been lead astray
By the darkness, better in light
Do your bit, keep shining bright
Don’t let injustice or humanity sleight
Lower your vibration at all
Live a positive life and walk tall
Heavy text by sorcerers with hand held on their sigil --
say they speak with spirits lost to man by pike and pit.
By voice of sky, they are advised, and ritualize their pleadings,
while burning down the temples housed by neanderthals withstood.
They call afoul the mortal magics held by lesser louts,
and when their voices cloud and gather, soothe their every doubt.
If by temptuous they'll not see, dispatch them all through suffering,
and set them tied, exemplified, and string them from the oaks.
Dare they not in whispered hush, lip their arcane verse
while we try to exorcise their prime and feral natures.
Their spells of falling ice and fire, commands of risen dead:
simple jokes by stupid things who worship baseless idols.
And when they cry, their many gods will sit in numbing silence,
whilst man on Earth who've heard good word will wrest from them their woes.
Here i stand looking for my sword
Only to here i gotta pay
Before i can fill my soul with the word
Where they do that at
And what happen to freedom of religion
Church is not the only place to have bible studies
Sometimes it's good to break away among the sisters
Read Gods word and share in His praise
So why do i have to pay
Just to worship God in my home
Where it is my throne to his loving grace
Where he tends to my every need
Where we met in exaltation's
As he takes me to the next level
There is no amount of money
That could make me stop
Praising my Savior
Don't get me wrong I mean no disrespect,
But seriously
I Don't see then charging Jehovah Witnesses
For knocking at my door
Wanting to teach us about their word
So why must our freedom of religion
Be tagged and fined
Just for having bible study at home
Or our side of a church building
God says,
Church starts within your heart
So where we choose to Assemble
Want matter as long as we continue to Praise Him
So throw away your Fines
Or lock me away
Because I am still going to Praise my Jesus
In my home
Church Parking lot
At Mc Donalds
Or even Big Lots
Where ever I am
When the Presence of the lord hits me
I'll fall to my knees
And give him the ultimate Glory
So Locking me away want stop My Praise...~Eop~
I refuse to be confined to the walls of the temple,
just as my life, my praise is “not” simple
so lock me up and throw away the key,
God will still hear my plea,
He will still give me the VICTORY,
they can chain me to ground,
starve me until I lose forty pounds
but I will continue to be heaven bound,
cause can’t nobody run where they don’t pay the rent
especially if its where my money is spent,
God is the rock of my salvation
and served as the basis of this nation
yet they want to remove Him from the places He is needed the most
as if the His presence isn’t needed in homes from coast to coast,
I don’t mean to be one to boast
but I will Holy Ghost praise
even when the police is in my face
cause I don’t mind catching a case
all in the name of my Jesus
who has healed me time and time again,
died to cover all of my sins,
protected me and family from harms way
so if we feel the need to go down on our knees,
sing our songs giving Him the glory
while sharing our personal story
then our obedience to Christ is worth the sacrifice
of praising in our home without thinking twice,
willingly being ready to pay the price
even if it cost me my life
cause I am determined to live and die all in the name in God
so the authorities better choose their battle wisely before they start,
especially when they still spending money that says “In God We Trust,”
yet bound and determine to throw Him in the dust,
I won’t stand for this disrespect of my Savior,
so don’t me shocked by my behavior
cause I am bout to lunge with the Bible as my gun
leaving this world to be stunned
just I am the one being shunned
for allowing my praise to remain the same
as if the threat of a fee could penetrate a change,
God is my heart, my soul, my love
so to Him I will always give the praise,
the honor and the glory
just because He gave me strength to tell my story~MAW
(c) 2012 Makeisha A. Williams & cassandra Evolutionsofpoetry covington