A Final Prayer at my Lynching

A Final Prayer at my Lynching

 

My only crime the color of my skin

Look inside and see your sin

The gallows rope cuts my throat

Coarse fibers bite

I have strength scarce to fight

But please make note

God takes no pleasure in your wicked deeds

And evil never succeeds

One day your cities shall burn

One day the red man will return

And then you’ll learn

The wages of sin is death

The noose tightens cutting off all air

 I am victorious I have not one more care

Pay heed to the words of my last breath

For though my life is through

My words ring true

And as I sway in the air

Allmighty God hears my prayer

God is a God of mercy yes it is true

But God is a God of justice too

Hear the words of my final prayer

And beware 

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One More Trip Around The Sun

 One More Trip Around The Sun

 

One more trip around the sun!

Was it fun?

Kind of

But I’ve found it most profound

We need a lot more love

I just wish

We could accomplish

More than senseless killing

I mean ain’t mankind willing

To live in peace

Why the fright of the fight?

Why this hellish blight?

What is the lesson of oppression?

To make imaginary wealth increase

Put in simple and plain

This world is insane

 

One more trip around to sun?

Enough is enough

I would get off

Take a rocket ship for two

Beyond the blue

And kickback with the stars

 

So let it be said

Instead of compromise

Instead of accepting lies

I insist

I will resist

Victory is for the one who tries

 

One more trip around the sun!

There’s a victory to be won

And I won’t rest

Until it’s done

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My Final Kiss Goodbye

My Final Kiss Goodbye

 

I am sailing on the sea                       

I am soaring through the sky             

I am searching for what will be          

I am wondering the reason why        

 

Yesterday has passed with a sigh

I gave you my final kiss goodbye

Today is sadness today I cry

I gave you my final kiss goodbye

 

Poets dream they cry out in rhyme

Love is grand but death is a crime

I am a traveler and I travel alone

You were the best thing I’d known

 

Yesterday has passed with a sigh

I gave you my final kiss goodbye

Today is sadness today I cry

I gave you my final kiss goodbye

 

When I wake up in the morning the bed is empty

When I journey through the day you are with me

I cannot escape this sadness I fight the tears

This world is insane madness I live with fears

 

I am sailing on the sea                       

I am soaring through the sky             

I am searching for what will be          

I am wondering the reason why        

 

Yesterday has passed with a sigh

I gave you my final kiss goodbye

Today is sadness today I cry

I gave you my final kiss goodbye 

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A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night

A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night

 

Late night hush

Silence transcends to heavenly stars

Eternal lights never knowing sleep

Countless secrets they keep

No horoscope, no divination could give insight

And Allmighty God chose not to speak that night

Just like yesterday

Or the day before

And before and before and before

But one day, some day, we hope for more

 

Ten thousand agonies of a heart broken

Emotions overflowing yet nothing spoken

Except for the screaming of her misty tears

And the sounds of creations that have been echoing for years

It is not that there is no voice

It is that we refuse to hear

And that is by choice

 

Who has not known woe?

Or felt the bitter pain?

That nobody could know

Let alone explain

 

And so she remains in her solitude

Cept for the infinite stars above

And thus we conclude

Keeping in tact the mystery known as Love   

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Courage

 Courage

 

Born again at the amen in the color of my brown skin

I fight for what is right I war against sin

Twilight twinkling, I have an inkling of righteousness’s light

It ain’t black and white

Cause colors are God’s dazzling delight

Blood red sky azure

Love is courage giving more

Free in my equality

Until somebody tells me

(Have mercy Jesus!)

Get to the back of the bus

Or your career can just wait

Never mind debate

What do I do when I’m pulled over by the police?

I speak for the meek

My Lord turned the other cheek

All the Way to Cavalry

Every inch drenched in agony

 

I SEE THE REALITY OF THE CROSS

 

And here I ponder a world vain and insane

Courage dictates in the hate I do more than complain

Second sight may not be a perfect view

But I try to do what God would have me to do

Who will ascend to heaven?

Only a precious few

So, Lord grant me the courage to speak

To preach to teach to reach

Those perishing in the wasteland of woe

Who do not know

Jesus as Christ

And the courage of His perfect sacrifice

May I surrender all

And answer the call

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Sylvia’s Garden

 Sylvia’s Garden

 

Before the sun rises in the end of winter’s death

With chilly hands and frigid breath

Working the soil with rake and hoe

Knowing come summer a blessing to grow

 

Carefully placing precious seed in pot

Each cherished child never forgot

Watered and watched until they sprout

Green little creatures coming out

 

Early spring, past the last frost

Praying to God not one to be lost

In the soil measured apart

With cautious hands and loving heart

 

Early morn to water with hose

Fulfilling expectations the garden grows

Repeating the watering in the eve

Love is doing what you believe

 

In summer heat a bounteous place

Smiles all over Sylvia’s face

Fresh lettuce and tomato to pick at will

Mother Earth sharing her thrill

 

Fall comes and we harvest more

Sharing with Trevor and Ron next door

Resting now as the labor is past

How the season has gone so fast!

 

Looking over the garden leaves in decay

I am confident of another day

Sylvia’s garden will reappear

As long as the Lord gives us another year

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Little Black Box

 Little Black Box

 

God grand creator of the universe

By whose hand the Earth’s form took

No matter how profound the verse

Could you be contained in a book?

 

Omnipotent infinite able to do all

To be in a block box ever so small

You’re able to make real the slightest whim

Would you make a home in my poem?

 

Black and white laws a system of rules

They quote the Bible as perfect fools

Twisting manipulative serving their own end

They mock your Spirit and call you friend

 

Crystal clear to Love it is to obey

Yet their love is but a word they say

In slavery bound by their sin and desire

They claim the truth but each is a liar

 

The little black box it sits on my table

Whatever your will it is then able

The little black box I put it on my shelf

I look inside only to find myself

 

A firefly captured by children in delight

They gaze at the magical mystical light

You’re in the black box I have no doubt

Perhaps one day I will let you out

 

These words perhaps they depict your soul

To show you love yes that is my goal

In a little black box tiny as a star

In a little black box is where you are

 

Contrast, there is heaven there is hell

You’ll see the difference it is easy to tell

Love is the word written on my heart

In a little black box never to part

 

In a little black box kept secure

I wish it was something better something more

A little black box they do not understand

From deep within there comes the command

 

Listen my dear one and yes you’ll hear

But could you hear and not know fear

A little black box convenient in hand

I wonder if you’ll ever understand

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A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night

 A Hurt Lover’s Lonesome Night

 

Late night hush

Silence transcends to heavenly stars

Eternal lights never knowing sleep

Countless secrets they keep

No horoscope, no divination could give insight

And Allmighty God chose not to speak that night

Just like yesterday

Or the day before

And before and before and before

But one day, some day, we hope for more

 

Ten thousand agonies of a heart broken

Emotions overflowing yet nothing spoken

Except for the screaming of her misty tears

And the sounds of creations that have been echoing for years

It is not that there is no voice

It is that we refuse to hear

And that is by choice

 

Who has not known woe?

Or felt the bitter pain?

That nobody could know

Let alone explain

 

And so she remains in her solitude

Cept for the infinite stars above

And thus we conclude

Keeping in tact the mystery known as Love

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Forty Years

Forty Years (For Leonard Peltier)

 

Forty years

Bound by iron and stone

Many tears

Weeping alone

 

My brothers and sisters slain

Should I have stood

Idle in my pain

Would that have been for the greater good?

This land

It is still ours

Understand

Each of Mother Earth's scars

Rips apart

My soft and tender heart

 

I AIM to be free

It is my dream

So shall it be

Whether by whisper or scream

 

On the horizon there is rising a red storm

We shall never conform

Truth can never fail

We shall prevail

 

Forty years

In defense of what is right

Forty years

I see the dawn breaking in light 

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Biztopia

 Biztopia

 

Mister Grumblecock was a traveling salesman

A dinosaur in this virtual age of click and buy

But he is an element in the overall Master Plan

A first hand witness who can effectively lie

All the while keeping a smile upon his face

 

Mister Grumblecock is a man of luxury

Who will not settle for the common whore

While drowning himself with martinis into obscurity

His sole desire is more, more and of course more

Like a false gospel with promises void of grace

 

Biztopian experts desire an asphalt domain

A world where digits on a computer are supreme

“It is good for business” no reason to explain

Efficiency and compliance the ultimate dream

Who cares if Mother Earth has a desecrated face?

 

Mister Grumblecock is experienced in the deal

Weapons, narcotics, sex slaves, it’s all the same

At the end of the day nothing is truly real

Everybody is a piece in a gigantic chess game

What is wrong with keeping the poor in their place?

 

Mister Grumblecock sits riding in a jet plane

Lusting after the stewardess desiring a tryst

He is a fine businessman, what more to explain?

Still in his mind a lingering doubt does persist

Exactly why is he running so hard in this race?

 

Mister Grumblecock died of a heart attack

Not a single person cared enough to mourn

In this world of life we can never go back

It’s a one way street from the day we’re born

Mister Grumblecock always the Jack never the ace

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Ona Move

 Ona Move

Dedicated to those slain in the fire from sky

To the men, women and children who did die

By the hands of wicked men insane

May their sacrifice not be in vain

 

Pale invaders from across the sea

Democracy, we shall be free?

The Earth echoes with their cries

Mother mourns lamenting their lies

Red men in peace and harmony understood

To serve the Creator we must do good

A brutal winter to survive

Indians in Love kept them alive

And to repay the kindness done

Each pilgrim picked up a gun

And to those not blown away

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

Arrogant minds lusting for power

A darkness of scourge to devour

Men stolen from African home

Chained on ships to terrors unknown

Victims of a diabolical plan

Beasts of burden transformed from man

Beaten, bound upon fields of cotton

Agonies the system insists be forgotten

And when the chains of iron fell

Chattel slavery deformed to a different hell

No forty acres and a mule

A little better but still infinitely cruel

The master of the opulent plantation

Shares no wealth only tales of salvation

So to those emancipated as they earnestly pray

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

From history that makes no sense

A hypothetical pretense

That we have an unalienable right

To say and do as we might

So we gather, build and organize

What we create they come to despise

For tyrants live in castles of sand

To be washed away when we understand

So John Africa with brilliant mind

Opened his eyes to truths to find

That the government is a slave to money

And humanity is robbed by technology

So to flourish we should live simple

And forsake the nonsense that clutters the soul

Yet darkness seeks to extinguish light

In Philadelphia came many a fight

Until in the city of brotherly love

They dropped a bomb from the sky above

Only Ramona and a child to survive

But from the ashes the dream stays alive

When you kill with a uniform its okay?

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

They lie about everything under the sun

Especially the evil they have done

Still there is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Move from hate

Move from useless debate

Move from science

Move from technological reliance

Move from greed

Move I plead

Move indeed

Move from war

Move from Babylon the Whore

I’ll say it once more

For I am sure

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Move to peace

Move to release

Move to being kind

Move to free our mind

Move to see

Move to being free

Move to God above

Most of all Move to Love

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

When we Move in this land

When we come to understand

Wicked powers will die

Empty demons tossed from the sky

I cannot Move for you

It’s something we all must do

Be true

And know in all we go through

Love will renew

Love will renew

Love will renew

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Darkness shall decay

Ona Move Ona Move this day

No force shall make us stray

Ona Move Ona Move this day

For we too come in God’s name

We too have a message to proclaim

Our prophecies are not the same

We do not blame

Come the sun, see it rise

Look with your own eyes

Dawn’s first ray

Ona Move Ona Move this day

Night is turning to day

Ona Move that’s what we all say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

Prove what we got to prove

Ona Move

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