laws

Spiral to the moon

the eyes are so beautiful... 

people abuse their lips too often.. 

ugly words.. distraught faces.

passing through dark voids.. 

black spaces.. 

footprints in cement..

writing in sand.. 

 

mistakes made, but by the time I realize..

it always seems just too late.

maybe we don't deserve a second chance..

sometimes I feel like that's all I need.

guess i'll have to deal.

 

in my mind, i've kneeled to you & cried.

in this heart, my yearning towards you will not subside so easily.

my soul is screaming..

there's a spirit looking down..

such disappointment,

destroying me.

 

false reality you try & pull her into..

worn limbs, shattered smiles, heavy eyes.

the pain is swelling..

so fake, you keep on, like a robot, with no cause...

fuck these man-made laws.

I don't need your restriction to enjoy myself.

these rules crash down, fallen stones on the ground..

 

I will blow away with the leaves, for I am not stablized as the trees.

some night, near or distant, I will fly up & greet the moon..

when I get there, i'll ask, "is it still too soon...?"

What are they teaching our children?

I cannot begin to fathom how I work so goddamn hard for years, scraping together every coin I can get my hands on in order to save and end up in a bottomless pit where I cannot see a light. There was once a light when I was young, but that light has gotten dimmer over the years. How can this country pride itself in being a land of dreams when I've been here for 20 years with nothing to show for it? I am having my independence slowly stripped away from me all because I follow every law, every rule, every guideline this country has put in front of my face since birth. When other countries criticize Americans, they should be criticizing the government who runs it, not the people who live in it. The people who run it no longer know what it means to live. They simply do; they do not think.

The Laws of Erosion

Folder: 
Poetry

The winds of change have blown over the land
the kiss of decay has eroded the ways of the old
and corrupted the dreams of the new
the hand of the law has us chocking
and the commands of uncle Sam have deafened
every ear
look soon for the foot of enforcement will kick in your doors
and steal away your rights
take away your bibles take away your lives
over the land the chilly calm will lay her blanket
and the winds of change will blow over the land.

Short Verse #7 *July 4, 2012*

Short Verse #7
*July 4, 2012*

How could I in good conscious enjoy or celebrate this holiday? Independence day; A hollowed meaning to what was once our greatest achievement. Where no man, woman, or rank could take away your god given rights. Here we are now, walking the ever dangerous, intent on spitting on the very constitution that has sealed our rights for so many years. Years of complacency has lured people into believing in a false sense of security, that their “rights” could never be taken from them, it would be just “uncivilized” Only what those automatons fail to realize is that the only thing keeping evil men from wrapping that noose around your neck are those declarations, those parchments. How can you say we are free, when unjust laws command me to buy or face taxation for something I do not want, and cannot afford. You can justify your reasons why this form of socialism is needed, you can even make excuses as to why you so clearly set it up the way it was but the truth of the matter, all distractions aside, the bottom line that no one wants to see, is the attack on our own personal liberties, to be secure in our own possessions, professions, and the god given rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. With the every oppressing laws being forced to those who cannot even support their families is a violation to those rights and I will not participate in your lunacy, may you all find your bliss in your new slave nation.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just something that came to me a lil bit ago.

My Praise is not For Sale, Is there No Justice (collabration with Makeisha Williams & Evolutions of Poetry)

Folder: 
Collabrotions

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

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Collabo was created from a new story we saw about a family being arrested and fined for having bible study in their home. This is nothing new to us we do it all the time but now there is a law that says you must pay to worship God in your own home..