3-21-15

it’s hard to believe

and convince others to hold on

when everywhere I look there is corruption dishonesty and compromise

preachers stealing and sleeping with other men’s wives

miserable families

and hungry children sitting on the church pews

people living in bondage that no one can see

the elders turn a blind eye and don’t have time to care

what would Jesus say if he were to walk into your church today

what would be your excuse when he asks “Where were you?”

because every time you ignore the hurt and pain of another

you crucify him again

we cannot continue in this way

walking in hypocrisy

coming into the sanctuary to be entertained

with no real intentions

it’s time to look up and stop playing

in case you haven’t noticed the last days are not upon us they are already here

the faithful falling away

going the way of Illuminati Babylon

prophetic words turning into crooked motivational speech

money raising and Go Fund my jet

and let me fly up and away

so what if your rent is past due

don’t ask me to help you

it’s hard to believe

when all of these things go on daily

but God hasn’t changed

He knows who belongs to Him

just make sure that you are not found outside

when the rain starts to fall

the old people used to say there will be no place to hide

so make your calling and election sure

and don’t give up

no matter what you see.

bring back our girls

bring back our girls

lives that cannot be thrown away

tossed out like garbage

like unripe fruit

picked before its time

flowers that never had a chance to bloom

bring them back

so they can flourish

they need the chance to breathe

and not inhale the foulness of old men’s breath

or feel unclean hands

and hear words not meant for their ears

bring our girls back

they are not just our future

but our present

their presence matters

to somebody

even if not to you

find them

like precious jewels in Nigerian caves of

aquamarine

emerald

amethyst

garnet

tourmaline

topaz  

zircon

and sapphire

search for them

they are wondering

they are waiting

hoping

praying

crying

wailing

for someone to come to their rescue

please

elegy

to my unfinished poems

that take up empty pages of my life

with lines running through my head

conflicting like two ice cream trucks on the same street

playing the same tune on different corners

 passing one another without speaking

kids jaywalking to catch up with the one who passes first

like no justice for Trayvon

while a murderer walks

and tempers burn in the streets

on vacant stores

soon to be demolished

making the way for the blueprints to gentrify

like Brooklyn

Los Angeles

New Orleans

and

Harlem

and by that time

my unfinished poems

will finish themselves

and find greener pastures

where they can bloom

freely.

Priests

Priests...
 Who come to purify our souls
    but leave us with their filth
  purging iniquity from our lives
     and  replacing it with their own
hiding behind the screen of sickness
    lying in wait for innocent ones seeking solace from this cruel world
             into the new world
               to escape the violence within
                  only to meet with anarchy in the sanctuary
                       ruining lives and leaving devastation in the wake of rape and violation by wolves
in sheep’s clothing
laying on hands confusingly placed
leaving marks on our spirits that don’t wash off
 words silenced through big payoffs and excuses
       keeping secrets
          and hundreds of sealed confessions
             with no earthly consequences
Father in heaven help us
    forgive us for our sins
protect us from all who would do us harm in Your Name
       Hail Mary full of grace
          look not on our anger
             help us to forget
       and look for our reward
         in the life to come
             forever and ever
AMEN.

Just me

Feeling sad

and alone

wondering what the future will hold

looking for a friend and finding none

only text messages available

people are too busy to listen

or even have a kind word

a bite to eat

or anything

so it’s just me

and God

because that's all that really matters

RED ZONE REVOLUTION

in honor of those who paint, write and sing
in RED, BLACK and GREEN
standing for the uprising
... insurrection and rebellion
against the atrocities of injustice committed by those who will escape unseen
putting pen to paper
and living dangerously in Real Evolutionary Determination
with weapons of ink
spilling literary bloodshed
spitting truth to the masses
the freedom fighters
willing to ride or die for what they believe
The Red Zone Revolution
is here to stay
showing the colors of life
and the order of the day

no justice

we grieve...
the demise of justice in a world where no one matters
where reasonable doubt means nothing
and truth is hidden from eyes blind to reasoning
we grieve...

a thousand times more than a thousand
for the thousands who have lost their lives at the hands of justice
perverted for the few
with liberty for all who can afford to pay
death to those who can’t
and we grieve today
for the many more who will die
without justice