Love

Love

I was looking for a can of discount beans

Stretching out in my tight blue jeans

When I heard a whistle from behind

I turned around to look and find

Mister Perfect looking at my ass

I said

“Damn, you’re cute, but can you get a little class?”

He smiled, his teeth complete and pearly white

“Can I take you out for dinner tonight?”

Well, anything is better than cold canned vegetables

So I said, “Yes, I am willing and able”

Together we walked to his Mercedes Benz

I knew then we’d be more than friends

Off we went with the tires squealing

Girl, I can’t tell you just how high I was feeling

I was some place between zero and infinity

And a supernova was in my immediate vicinity

So we had a meal of steak and surf

With a table on the bay on the fisherman's wharf

I was watching the sun set over the sea

Wondering about the possibility

If this could be more than two ships passing in the night

So I decided that I’d had better play my cards right

Right away I ditched the deuce

It wasn’t wise to be loose

Sure I might have an orgasm or three

But the night would end, and out of the door I’d be

So I decided to play the King of Clubs

As I contemplated my future hub

“I said, hey baby, I’d really like to go have a dance”

“Could you, would you, should you take a chance?”

He said, “Hey babe, don’t you know that dancing is my thing”

“Not only do I hustle, but I also sing”

Then like thunder in wide wonder I came into the know

I whispered softly, “You’re Barry Manilow”

“Yes,” he said with a nod as the bill came to pay

“I had to do something to convince the world I ain’t gay”

Well I wanted to get angry, but that would have been a sin

Love is a game, sometimes you lose, sometimes you win

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Racial Injustice

Racial Injustice

 

It’s really all about the money

Pitting black on white

Telling lies

Making them fight

So they don’t organize

Greed ain’t funny

They say if you’re from the hood

You can’t be any good

A disgrace

An inferior race

But it is clearly understood

When they declare war

They’re happy to take the poor

Hatred’s deep kiss

Racial injustice

The good old boys

Have a circle thin

To share life’s joys

They won’t let you in

But if you betray your kind

You will find

They don’t mind

An Uncle Tom or two

But for me and you

Well we get this evil analysis

Of racial injustice

The satanic wisdom

Of this insidious system

Everybody is fully aware

That it ain’t fare

But they don’t care

White man hating what he sees in the mirror

Snorting cocaine eases his pain

All so his life vain

Is seen all the more clearer

A strong man don’t put others down

Like leaders don’t need a crown

But these jokers pale

From Harvard and Yale

Are superficial, artificial, comical clowns

Inflicting us with their frowns

Hear them hiss

Racial injustice

This Pilgrim’s pride

Land of the brave

Was purchased by genocide

And built on the backs of the slave

But if you take a look

In the history book

You’ll see none of this

Racial injustice

The list is quite long my friend

In fact this poem may never end

But God is good

And it is understood

In Heaven’s bliss

It will be totally free

Of racial injustice 

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Pushing The Rock Up The Hill

Pushing The Rock Up The Hill 

I declare by this aching back and sore feet

That the sweat of my brow is not so sweet

I saw Sisyphus body slam Jesus

And since then, before the final amen there was them and us

Rosa Parks, skin so dark, refused to sit at the back of the bus

Now we get jet airplanes in Dubai

And B-1 bombers a billion of pop that don’t fly

And the boulder on my shoulder is getting bolder

Every second the universe is cursed getting older

Shouldn’t we digress and express the blessing

Where in time is the crime, I stand only guessing

Inch by inch becomes a mile without a smile

Sensational darling love that poetic style

Climb, climb, climb

Rhyme, rhyme, free verse

See this all but a metaphor

But what for?

Birthday wishes for a dear Facebook friend name Bruce

Turn up the candles twist the fire of desire loose

Life is meant for the living, no excuse

We all have our moments of abuse

Dreams come true

I met her and she/he met you

Pushing the rock up the hill

And I suppose I always will

Pushing the rock up the hill

Still

You can always enjoy the view

Engraved in stone God’s will

Thou shall not kill

But heads of rock may shock

And if the hill is steep

That faithful promise they cannot keep

Don’t let that evil rock roll down

United at the zenith we collect our laurel crown

Peace, peace, be still

Pushing the rock up the hill  

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Zoey Sunshine

Zoey Sunshine

 

Hi

Smile

This is me

Crazy and free

Simply divine

Zoey Sunshine

Like the glory in heaven high

I am a piece of art

There is music in my heart

Beating loud

Singing proud

I stand out in the crowd

Cause I got style

Smile

This is me

A wonderful beauty

Finer than fine

Zoey Sunshine   

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Lorca

 Lorca

 

Before I read Lorca

My words were blunt swords for

Slicing rotted wood

Constructing

Rackety trellises

To fortify

Pathetic castles of sand

Praying never the waves

Or even harsh winds

Ascend to my feeble heights

Where from above with disdain

Cupid mocked

My juvenile sonnets of adoration

Before I read Lorca

My muses imploded

Like small delicate fish

Swimming in a shallow stream

Scatter

As a rude rock rapes

Their calm tranquil waters

Before I read Lorca

I had never truly lived

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Raven

 Raven

 

Angels may fly to celestial heights

Of glorious colors mostly whites

But ravens, dark and grim

Are merely shades and shadows of Him

Tall Scarecrow talk of living hell

Of all of the intricate moments tell

Raven

Nevermore only for the poor?

Poe some moral whore

But who am I to count the score?

Jesus & Jesus alone

Pick the meat from the bone

Dark wings, lice stings, see what tomorrow brings

Blessings from the King of Kings

Fly Raven fly, fly and cry, cry Raven cry, fly

Heaven is low

But don’t you know

Heaven is low 

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What’s A Girl To Do? (For Yesenia)

 What’s A Girl To Do? (For Yesenia)

 

They say

God is full of grace

I’ve had a long stay

And never seen His face

But holy rollers with an extra penny

I’ve seen a plenty

While the business man on the road

He wants to explode

To sing a merry rhyme and have a good old time

But selling sex is a crime

And thus I am just tolerated

While hypocritically hated

So I humbly ask you

What’s a girl to do?

Please tell me

Cause starvations wages

Won’t fill my child’s belly

You see there’s more to survival

Than just quoting the Bible

Wall Street gets a free pass

As does endless war

What of the working class?

Or the lonesome whore?

I sell my body

But those in control

Have sold their soul

And thus I am persecuted by those who make the laws

In some self righteous cause

But hear my hushed whisper

The politician is my best customer

So I humbly ask you

What’s a girl to do?

So until the revolution

And a permanent solution

I will practice my trade to get paid

Unless somebody slits my throat

Or beats me within an inch of my life

Just cause they can

And you don’t give a damn

As long as they don’t tell your wife

Tom, Dick, Harry and John

They’re all getting it on

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7 From Seven Rings Of Satrun

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Love

 

Peace

 

Joy

 

Hope

 

Faith

 

Zeal

 

Forgiveness

 

Bind them around your heart

Bind them so they never part

 

 

Three fingers they remain

Let them bear your burden

And let them bear your pain

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