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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