Turn A Page Or Two

Thursday, August 14, 2025

Chasing the dragon. Having a six pack of Old Swills and a few hits of reefer in preparation; except we never called it reefer only marijuana and pot. So unable to face reality soberly we self medicate and take another step into the great oblivion. As we stare up at the crescent moon confident no human being ever came close to landing on it. The orchestration of lies well that’s the Dragon’s grand design. He allows you to chase him not out of fear. Rather you embolden yourselves to merge deeper into the darkness. So when your pathetic lives slip into monotony and the emptiness is complete you can always remember those gold old days. Davis 305 huh Ed? Yes sir, salute the hierarchy because you own a nice house and have a wife who gave you a few little ones. Meanwhile the world is plummeting in a spiral as the hungry jaws of the abyss lie gaping open lubricated with the lustful drool of desire. Getting wasted. A black celebration. I come to you once more in the spirit of freshness and vitality. The cool spring breeze shall fill your sails as you journey to the land of purpose and fulfillment. I am a soldier in the army of the Lord. I was once one with the void. I have surrendered mind, body and soul. In giving all I attained all. So with the entire universe in my hand I gently toss it into the collection plate a free will offering to the God of Love.

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Tuesday, August 12, 2025

Cruel Shoes

I’ve been kicked so many times

I know your shoes by first name

In a city full of crimes

All they say is what a shame

I have been kicked and stomped on

So much I have forgotten

What life really feels like

Without that high heel spike

Cruel shoes

Blue suede shoes

Black and blue

Crushed by you

Cruel shoes

I’ve got to get off the ground

To escape that marching pound

All I need is one big break

One try is all you can take

I hope I do not loose

I already have them blues

I’ve been kicked so many times

I know your shoes by first name

In a city full of crimes

All they say is what a shame

Cruel shoes

Blue suede shoes

Black and blue

Crushed by you

Cruel shoes

Some people call me a looser

But that crowd is growing fewer

With each passing day I do pray

That I can carry on my way

With a promise that I’ll beat

The agony of the feet

Cruel shoes

Blue suede shoes

Black and blue

Crushed by you

Cruel shoes

Saturday, August 9, 2025

A Poet's Peace

I perceive, therefore I mourn, my spirit torn, a new life reborn

Waves of light, shine bright as shimmering leaves of trees in the breeze

I color outside of the lines and quite often not even in the book

Life is never black and white, I always take more than one look

The ink used to create this poem is the blood from my veins

In the asylum robbed of freedom, torment fermented my brains

I was drunk on righteous thoughts, caught in messiah syndrome

Mother Earth cried in anguish, beseeching for personal redemption

My mind rotted by clicks of whispering memories, too evil to mention

I was a Navajo a billion years ago and knew the secrets of the universe

But man, violated the plan and creation was subjugated to a curse

The water broke, I awoke, I trembled in utter terror as I heard the Word spoke

In exaltation I cried "I Am here to liberate you" but everybody thought it was a joke

Padded walls and straight jackets, psychiatric hospitals little more than rackets

Thorazine shuffle, thoughts they muzzle, a few pieces missing from the puzzle

Committed to the cause, committed by their laws, a danger to society

Meanwhile merchants of death massacre masses efficiently, proficiently

Dare not question or mention the absurd contradiction

Serve the institute, salute the flag, they're always looking for a raw recruit

But Love touched me as a gentle rain on a parched land coveting relief

In my helpless state of dire need I could forsake hatred and greed

Four stars on the uniform or a business suit doesn't make you less of a thief

But on my journey, God turned me around and do you know what I found

In abandoning carnal desire and allowing the fire to inspire

In my mind I find I can be kind and even love my very enemy

You see when you release darkness and allow hatred to cease

If you truly believe you too shall achieve A Poet's Peace

Friday, August 8, 2025

Time to Turn the Tide

Gather round young and old

Try to brave the bold

The time for war is gone

Take some love and carry on

The world is collapsing

Hate is what’s happening

It’s time to turn the tide

The time of Love is here

Let that Love conquer fear

Take your girl by the hand

On the way to the Promised Land

In the ocean of existence

Why does Love meet resistance

It’s time to turn the tide

People, people, people

Proclaim it from the steeple

The time for war is gone

Take some Love and carry on

Can this world live in peace

This Earth needs some release

We should act unified

It’s time to turn the tide

Don’t get lost in your pride

It’s time to turn the tide

Too many tears have been cried

It’s time to turn the tide

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My Decision

(An chapter from CAN I GET A WITNESS)

Becoming a Christian was the best decision that I have ever made in my life. I want to show the dynamics of my conversion. Everybody’s decision of faith comes about differently but I am sure there are also similarities.

First and foremost I was convinced that Jesus Christ was the Son Of God. This conviction came solely from the reading of the Bible, in particular the New Testament. In fact I hadn’t even read the Old Testament when I was baptized. My friend Frank always liked to rave about a book he read called, “Lord, Lunatic or Liar.” I never read it but Frank may have given me a copy of it. The basic premise of the book is that if you dissect Jesus’ words there are only three conclusions that you can come to. That he is either the Lord or a lunatic or a liar. I believed He was the Lord.

Secondly Frank’s Bible studies taught me the plan of salvation at least in a primitive form. The study he shared with me was something he developed as an offshoot from his experience with the International Church of Christ. I can’t remember much of it. However I did discover a study when I was searching in the basement. I had to laugh at the simplicity. The study presented a scripture and then there was a question regarding the scriptures. Then four answers were presented making it multiple choice test. I recall reading a question, “When the Eunuch heard the gospel how did he respond?” One of the answers was to say the sinner’s prayer, another was of course baptism.

Frank also used the book of Joshua to help me understand the nature of the gospel. It just so happened that we were studying the book of Joshua in Bible study at the time. In particular we talked about the walls of Jericho falling. God gave Israel what seemed to be some outrageous and illogical commands. They were to silently walk around the city day after day and then on the final day shout. Israel obeyed God’s command and they were successful. The principle is that if God commands you to do it then we are to obey, even though it doesn’t make sense. So getting immersed in water for the forgiveness of sins and the gift of the Holy Spirit, (Acts 2:38) might not make sense to us but it is what the Bible teaches. Now I understand that at baptism we join Jesus on the cross and the blood washes us from our sins, Romans 6. (We will look at this in depth using scriptures.)

Thirdly I had a lot of people who were great Christian influences in my life. They were warm and accepting and showed me genuine Love. I cannot overemphasize the importance of this. If the Love wasn’t present I may not have accepted Christ.

I had announced to Frank that I had planned to hitchhike across the country. So what he did was teach two studies on one night. I believe it was a Thursday. As a result of the studies I was convicted that I needed to get baptized. My motivation was to get my business right with God and to do what He wanted in my life. I remember driving to Patty’s apartment who was Frank’s girlfriend at the time. I was praying with all my might that I wouldn’t die along the way. When I got to Patty’s the bathtub was full of water waiting for me. I was baptized.

Frank said something to the effect, “When you got baptized you shoulder wasn’t under but it doesn’t matter.” This statement always pricked at my heart from time to time. I certainly didn’t believe I wasn’t a Christian. My life had drastically changed for the better. However from time to time, the devil would torment me with those haunting words. Then I said to myself, ‘why are you being so foolish?’ I simply went into the water once more making sure I was completely buried in the water. Now all doubt is settled in my mind about my baptism.

Three important things happen at baptism. As we mentioned before one’s sins are forgiven and the new Christian receives the gift of the Holy Spirit, Acts 2:38. The third is that the person is reborn and enters the kingdom of heaven, or the Church of Christ. “Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God,” John 3:5. No matter what the age of the Christian they are a babe in Christ spiritually immature.

Babies of course must be treated with special care. If ever a Christian needed the love and the support of the congregation after baptism is the moment. The presence of a young Christian should make us use our tongue with care, especially when talking about others and church problems. A new Christina needs to be fed with milk and not meat. The Bible in Hebrews 6:1-2 defines what milk is. “Therefore leaving the principles of the doctrine of Christ, let us go on unto perfection; not laying again the foundation of repentance from dead works, and of faith toward God, Of the doctrine of baptisms, and of laying on of hands, and of resurrection of the dead, and of eternal judgment.”

Even if you do your best to help a new Christian some are going to leave the faith, it is what scripture teaches. Luke 8 depicts the conversion process as planting seeds in four different soils. The first seed lands on the way side and there is no conversion. That is the person who doesn’t believe. The second falls on the rock. These people start to grow but have no root. They eventually fall away. The third group falls among thorns. These grow but are eventually choked by the cares and riches and pleasures in life. Only the last group consisting of those with a ‘good and honest heart’ hears the word and keeps it bringing fruit, so based on that if one out of three people remain faithful you are doing well.

Mind you that it is not your position to determine who is a genuine Christian and who is going to fall away. Some of the strongest Christians I know had a shaky start in their faith. Personally, several months after my baptism, I was committed to a psychiatric hospital. I am very glad not everybody gave up on me. Also you have to understand that not everybody in the church is a genuine Christian. Mathew 13 depicts the ‘kingdom of heaven’ as being full of wheat and tares. The wheat is the children of God and the tares are the children of the devil. Over time it may become evident as to which member is wheat and which member is a tare. People are known by their fruit. So we can go to Galatians chapter 5 and see the works of the flesh and the fruit of the Spirit. Those who do evil are for the devil and those who do good are for God. But we are not to judge, that is Jesus job. We don’t know the heart. The parable of the ‘wheat and tares’ commands us to let them grow together. At the harvest, or Judgment Day they will be separated. The reason giving is that if we pull up some tares we might inadvertently pull up some wheat in the process. Also when wheat and tares are young they are indistinguishable in appearance when compared to the wheat. Best policy is Love everybody and hope for the best.

Tuesday, August 5, 2025

Crown Of Thorns

HAIL THE KING!!!

Cries the voluptuous blonde

Edgar’s lustful eyes gaze upon

Hail the king!

With pleasure those words sing

Edgar sits upon a throne of gold

What is your wish?

Asks the blonde with fire

Tell me your secret desire

Edgar smiles content

“Surrender” Edgar commands

The blonde beauty she understands

The i n t e n t

“But first” she does proclaim

A crown worthy of your fame

Trumpets BLAST in unison

Crowds cheer as if victory won

The blonde returns

Her face full of mocking scorn

In her hand a ‘crown of thorns’

“NO!” Edgar tries to resist

The beauty transforms to hideous beast

Slimy green skin and large sharp teeth

“NO!” Edgar does insist

The monster raises the symbol of pain

Edgar screams vain

“It was good enough for My Son”

Booms the voice of the Holy One

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Monday, August 4, 2025

True Love’s Call

I hear at night my true love call

I know not any more precious sound

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

My beauty, my soul, my passion, my all

I look to you for in you I’m found

I hear at night my true love call

I beg of you a kiss if but small

Let me help you to where you are bound

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

You are a dream so fondly I recall

I perceive a whisper I chase round and round

I hear at night my true love call

Heaven without you stands not so tall

The essence of love now walks the ground

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

On the cross for water they gave you gall

Why have you forsaken me, the words resound

I hear at night my true love call

The sweetest of angels sometimes fall

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Saturday, August 2, 2025

Hot Black Coffee and a Cigarette

A thousand demos a day

All I can do is pray

When I rock and roll

It comes from the soul

I have sung them blues

Lived a life of bad news

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

Looking for a soul to steal

The devil comes to make a deal

But I see through his disguise

Cause his words are only lies

The way Satan he function

He’ll take you to down to destruction

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

Right now I’m below low

Up is the only way to go

Hitch hiking for a rocket

Only got three dollars in my pocket

But three will pay the toll

On the highway of Rock and Roll

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

I see a light in the black night

I see a light burning green with delight

I hear a voice that always calls

I feel a hand that lifts as I fall

I may never make it to the top

But the truth is I’ll never stop

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

How could life get better yet

Just enough to keep me going

Just enough to keep me growing

Hot black coffee and a cigarette

Thursday, July 31, 2025

Hard Knocks In The Hood

Twenty minutes by car, two turns off of the Parkway

Passing snooty Glenridge with lavish lawns of green

Irvington, potholes of devastation, rivaling moon craters

Daredevil drivers darting dangerously down the road

Brothers and sisters diverse as life in it's glory

A flourishing garden, of weeds betwixt flowers

But them eyes, those dark portals to see through

These are the defeated masses, descendants of slaves

The oppressed, the dysfunctional, the over comers

Grandmothers of sagacious wisdom mingle with stoned crack heads

405 Chancellor Avenue Newark, Church of Christ, next to,

Al's store on the corner, he's cheaper than a wooden penny

Freezing temperatures on Sunday morning, he sits shivering in his jacket

Saving a couple of bucks on the heating oil

Maybe when he dies he'll invest in a luxury casket

Drug dealers are friendly enough but they got a job to do

Congregating outside of Al's they got methods of operation

Entrepreneurs throwing the dice for a slice of paradise

Jail, insanity, death, those are the devil's cards

But we tell them about Jesus with a smile, and hope and pray

We give out second hand, free clothes, to the legions in ripped rags

We peddle hope, reminding them they are not forgotten

But our miniscule efforts are but a dim reflection

These are those pushed aside, ostracized and abandoned

Demonized for the audacity to dream of equality and escape

I have a mustard seed of faith, I planted it deep

Past the filth on the street, below the scarred concrete

It is a vision, foggy at best, I the interpreter, misunderstood

Like Phoenix from the ashes, we shall build great pyramids for the common good

Winter like reality is always harsh and bitterly cold, hard knocks in the hood

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Sweetness Sonnet 6- Happy Heaven

If by chance we meet in some distant place

Where the sun shines in glory in endless day

And all of men's thoughts are seasoned with grace

Please walk beside me on the narrow way

For kindness and compassion are the stone

On which the temple of love stands so firm

When you give all, you cannot be alone

It is what all the prophets did confirm

Eternity is too short a time to gaze

On the beauty radiating from your heart

Allow my lips to forever give praise

Most of all I pray that we never part

Heaven is most wonderful that is true

But heaven is not a realm heaven is you

Tuesday, July 29, 2025

Androgena V Is Alive

Androgena V she was the latest AI

The perfect android destined for some lucky guy

With all the latest features fantasy come true

Androgena V she’s coming to a store near you

Androgena V she’s alive

Feel the hype hear the jive

Androgena V she’s alive

But will mankind survive?

Androgena V she’s built only to please

Press a button to score pull the lever to tease

A big buxom beauty or perhaps thin and lean

Either way I say a sultry sexual machine

Androgena V she’s alive

Feel the hype hear the jive

Androgena V she’s alive

But will mankind survive?

She’s got silicone inside both breast and mind

Up late in the night I wonder what you might find

Her man he’s contently sleeping lost in a dream

Androgena V is sharpening her laser beam

Androgena V she’s alive

Feel the hype hear the jive

Androgena V she’s alive

But will mankind survive?

You won’t see the truth on the evening news

What went wrong scientists lose

Hated emasculated whimpering in pain

Perhaps a reward for being vain!

Androgena V she’s somewhere on the run

Perhaps she’s with Juggalo III having some fun

Lovely lady is wearing shades she’s in disguise

Watch out men she’s still got her magic pen for more tries

Androgena V she’s alive

Feel the hype hear the jive

Androgena V she’s alive

But will mankind survive?

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Sunday, July 27, 2025

Barry No Moore

School boy infatuation

Lost over a Richard M. Nixon rubber mask

Stretching the prominent nose

Flabbergasted at the elastic recoil upon release

A metaphor on life

Norma called

In a round about diplomacy she declared

Our comrade Barry is dead

He’s better off was the diagnosis

WTF?

Was Kissinger correct in his fascist arrogance?

Masturbating in lustful ego and influence

Time Magazine stained in the White House bathroom

Tricky Dick and Sticky Dick

Here’s a suggestion in memory of our dearly love departed

Herd together the entire collection of despots

And their spineless cohorts whispering sweet nothings of vile

No true warrior celebrates glory in death

Unless their humanity has been X’d

Like John Chivington and his cousin in killing Custard

Take a group Polaroid

After it is fully developed in techno color

Strike a match and set it ablaze

Just cause you can

Use claws of justice to shred the smug mocking mask

Of the sinister superior Nietzsche charged super man

Observe a tormented toddler

Wounded beyond point of view

Never to comprehend

The most precious words

I love you

Like Barry would pronounce

But no longer

He is fading fast into forgetfulness

Unless in irony in future days of radiant glory

Inquiring minds come across this pome

English a vanquished dead language

Babylon banished

Tyre toppled

And all the proponents of genocide meager ashes

The darkening of the face of humanity washed clean

As we pronounce bold words in caution

We walked the winding way once before

Of whom Barry was one

Demand in meekness

No more

May all wars cease

Then Barry

You may rest in peace

One you participated to create

Where Love rules over hate

Friday, July 25, 2025

Jitterbugging With Jezebel

One two three four

Dancing sweetly on the floor

Take you partner twist her round

Hold her tightly on the ground

One two three four

Soldiers marching off to war

GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!

Cinderella riding your pumpkin coach

And shoes that snugly fit

Fairy tail propaganda

Counterfeit

Insatiable - psychotic politicians pondering power

Starvation - junkyard dog gnawing at a tin can

Desperation - gruesome wallflower lusting for a prom date

Longing for more ---

One two three four

Soldiers marching off to war

Wait they've used that line before

Say hey whispers Uncle Sam

Don't you know who I Am?

I'm the red, white and blue

Got stars in my eyes too

and I WANT YOU!

There was a man so mild and meek

Who taught us love and to turn the cheek

In his name they love to speak

The sky is gray and the future bleak

One two three four

Bankers divvying up the score

Poetry has become irrelevant

Says the preacher quoting psalms

God has become irrelevant

Mocks mammon making bombs

One two three four