Somedays,
life is not so complicated
not so envious of tomorrow
or fearful of yesterday
as history oftentimes repeats;
Somedays,
life is more pleasant than the day before
or worse as it often depends
on our alignment to the universe;
Somedays,
we live well and die but are reborn
into a world of new circumstance
where logic no longer controls and
consciousness is received from each others
as presents free-of-charge;
Somedays,
we live for each other but not always
feasting on bear and sometimes cow
but never on sheep who are are neighbors
and the wolves wait for the bones
that we toss out into parking lots;
Somedays,
we are free but often we give up too easily
mending our cuts and scars with duck tape
and repairing our fences in our spare time
keeping all the gates open for Santa Claus.
5 December 2020
super highways connect us to our future
interstates takes us along the paths of our present
seldom traveled backroads remind us of our past
dirt roads remind of memories we'd like to forget
and trails in forests help us remember what is forgotten,
history is omnipresent and refuses to go away
written down in journals later burned by survivors
who have little desire to record the horrors of man,
perpetrated by following spiritual laws of our leaders
and those who who have no spirituality living within at all;
journeys takes and journeys not are who we are now
blending fact with fiction as if making diet smoothies,
drinking its contents to gain universal wisdom
knowing all along that wisdom is not earned but given,
like the laws of Moses were given long ago,
even though these laws have been ignored by many
and the few keep them alive in the Temples of Solomon;
our false beliefs have crested like flood waters,
those who obey are rewarded with sexual favors
depending upon one's preference for male or female
and all the begotten children were pronounced insane
as the memories of power remain in ignorant hands
and those who know the truth fail to publish for
fear of starting a cultural revolution and the end
of equality as the economic forecasters predicted.
5 December 2020
A Black Revolution
black bullies in our streets keep all
the Caucasians in their mansions,
Caucasian cops kill black randomly
and the entire country turns upside down
wanting to change our Constitution
making it more reflective of modern day slavery
and the continued oppression of the blacks
but only a few of the thirteen percent have escaped,
living the lives of the Caucasians and Uncle Tom's;
our day is upon us and we all should take it,
arm ourselves with the Second Amendment
since the First Amendment did not work
and rewrite the Constitution once we convince Whitey
their lives are in peril and will soon be forfeit;
a twenty first century rebellion and the door
was opened by the former President Obama
and his eight years of unprecedented rhetoric,
making no mistake that Whitey needs to be stopped;
actions have always spoken louder than words
and words that always fall on deaf ears will
soon be met with violence after the sun appears
and the ship of slavery is no longer felt.
6 December 2020
hand me down my walking shoes
I'm leaving this house today,
into the city I will arrive
with or without a mask and when
the door back to opportunity is opened
through its entrance I will be the first
whether it be night or day;
all the sights will be enjoyed
returning home not quickly
I will pursue my destiny...
living large as if it were my last,
using cards of credit I'd be saving
spending as if there were no tomorrow
and might well they'll be with
this virus not yet under lock and key,
although close, it be said
at least a hundred times
so, hand me down my walking shoes
let me into the city be going,
mark me well my lady friend
there will be another tomorrow
and I am going to return as I can
can feel the luck growing in my spine
and into my heart where you once resided
until this virus knocked hard on our door.
6 December 2020
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