Hello Blackplanet. I have been a poet for over 40 years, and I am full of joy to be alive and able to share some of my art. I hope that you enjoy reading. Peace and One Love.
Men of unrenown" Like veterans of shock troops they arise to the taste of bourbon. Reminising on times of global conquest and political favor. Allied with billions, backroom meetings with blue velvet curtains. Candor required as they await the arrival of thier predestined savior. The aroma of Gurkha Black Dragons fill the dimly lit and elegant chamber. 'La Traviata' echos softly like distant ghosts that long to live again. They sit in silence with thoughts of revenge lust heart break and anger. So much has been lost so much to gain and a growing fear for more loss of land. A weak link in the chain a glance that speaks unpure. A mild shuffling of hands reveals the key that he's unsure. A grunt that signifies dominance a sigh that says defeat. A glance at a watch means surely that the meeting is complete.
"A moment in time" Wrapped in a blankie just you and I Looked at your face and a tear drops from your eye I watch as it cascades down your cheek You snuggle closer as though you want more heat The man on the tv said its "five below So, expect more wind chill ice and snow" I ask you "is that a tear for sad" She said yes; but it's also a tear for glad I'm glad for your love both now and past But I'm sad because good things never last "One day you're here and the next you're gone I'll find myself searching for some old sad song" I joke and say "wow how you gonna kill me" Looking at me and smiling she said "you know you run chills through me" We both laugh and snuggle even closer We raise our glass she toasts me and I toast her We merge together like a handle on a saber I whisper "honey try to not disturd our neighbor" Not trying to get you worked up; but dang that girl so fine Just trying to express a good moment in time
"Chaotic Ferver" Harder than an arctic mountain, softer than a gold fish fountain, More transparent than a clear blue sky, More covert than a Russian spy, Open like Walmart at Christmas time, Closed like Fort Knox and hard to find, Kind like Martin here's the other cheek, Brutal like Hannibal a hard core sheep, Like chaos am I who knows the path so well The ledge is my home the jagged edge is where I dwell Like a tattooed man every scare has a story Gimme Heaven eternal you can keep your glory Loved by few they are why I exist, Hated by many as they shake their fist, Molded by love the pain is horror, Has to be endured I want to see tomorrow, The sky is blue today and the sun is bright, Time to regenerate don't care about tonight, When they come they come hard no mercy no fear, Vanquished by light didn't even get near. Hot like fire I know you want more, Feeding you flames till it oozes from your pores, But be ye warned when using my pain, My shoes are unfillable (the lightning the rain). Better off being fed with a product from Gerber, I hope you recover from this Chaotic Ferver.
Sittin here kinda lonely nobody but me and me only. Got these spirits trying to comfort me but it ain't the same. This flesh is burnin with desire the fire's hot I feel ashamed. No sex can quench this thirst, this is like a third degree burn two degrees from first. Three minutes to eleven wishin for the sunlight of seven. Entertaining ghosts from my past the only cure is my home in Heaven. Being molded by hands unseen is similar to psychological torture. I endure, because it's necessary making me pure, preparin for the coming I'm sure. Kinda dissapointed with mankind's acrtions in this world today; But I ain't trying to rush the darkest day in mankind's history OKAY! My Black Jesus is molding my mind and soul makin an invisible weapon against sin. But it's still 3 till eleven and my body's revin, got lust in my melon, if I don't pray I'm sure to be a felon to Heaven cuz I'm still in this skin
"Gratitude" Thank You oh Father for making my day a little brighter, Thank You oh Father for making my burden a little lighter, Thank You so much for keeeping me far from sin, For I know that with sin in my heart in the end I cannot win, Thank You oh Father for the day that has turned to night, The rememberance thereof makes the darkness bright, Thank You oh Father for the lives of the people I love, For those that are gone I pray that they are with You above, Thank You so much for my life, health , and strength, You are the only One my enemies cannot stand against, Thank You oh Father for the fish that swim in the sea, Thank You oh Father for thinking of me, Thank You so much for Your word in which I fear, Thank You for making Your word so crystal clear, Thank You oh Father for comforting me in my home, Thank You oh Father for never leaving me alone, I ask you this day not to meke me a beast that's wild, I pray and hope to never be an ungreatful child. Amen.
Lamenting -------------- A stigmatic view of you touched my soul and I am catapulted to incalculable heights. Reminiscing is dangerous when thinking of you, a beautiful landscape caresses my view as reality bites. I try to check my thoughts looking at the ring that I just bought and I am not who I want to be. I challenge my soul to drop being shy and be bold, knowing that in the end I will be free. I look toward the sky and all I want to do is fly and be rid of all these decisions. Relationships are impossible and Satan is unstoppable he uses the tactics of division. No matter how I try to explain this do or die she's stuck on her selfish ways. I'm saddened by the truth but I have turn her lose or go down in these last of days. This mountain is a tough one taking skill of more than a buff one I stand on a ledge with no shelf. A sheer rock face no tools but full of grace just me my Father and no one else. With faith going bye bye I just stand on the ledge and cry my Father looks upon me and sigh. I'm stuck on a ledge bloody images fill my head "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani". My eyes become red like fire I'm filled with a raging desire and the sheer cliff face is somehow below. I'm sorry my Father my lack of faith is a bother to You to me and the whole of Heaven's race.
""I heard my mother call"" Four a.m. and five hours from Bunan the sky was crystal clear. Got Chris on replay I'm his biggest fan music is food for my ear. The dunes getting vertical up and over here I go sand making half tracks stall. Then a fzzzzz boom boom two went down forever more then I heard my mother call. I stopped and turned around sarge was staring with a frown and that felt kinda creepy. Through all that noise of guns and war I was feelin kind of bored and I was getting a little sleepy. Next think I knew when I came to, my crew was through doing what they do, they said man down and I said who, my sarge was gone and he was new. Then I heard my mother call. "My Messiah" Now I'm not like I was before, that man is dead. Grinded, poisoned, broken hearted then shot in the head. Born again so stop yo wonderin. I'm a Jesus freak in this world of sin. Born on the white man's land you know he was cunnin. No time to grow up, hit the ground runnin, age of 4 I was almost done in, appeared so quick that ol liar didn't see me come in. Now I don't like the way you portray my Jesus Christ the lord. Your christian jargon leaves me lacking and bored. I'm here today to put things in their place, cause you done straightened his hair and you done painted his face. Now it doesn't matter to me how my Messiah looks, what really matters is what's written in God's book. I got a feelin about what's gonna come next. You gone either drop your religion, or you gone show more respect to my Messiah.
"Positive Brain Waves"
Some may say "yeah right, catchu on the flip side with dat bro man, and you have a nice day ok". I'm feelin you no doubt cause everytime we ask for a loan no clout, trying to keep eyes off the floor find the door and walk on out.
It's cool though cause we on the cusp of the real deal. Yeah thats right I'm talking about the way we really feel, instead of fakin it till we make it how many will survive "the breaking of the seals".
Up there in those "ivory towers", throwing those pennies down yeah it's a "poverty shower", but those rich ones up there are the same as you and I in my Father's eye, except none of them can "pull a camel through a needle's eye".
So, be of good cheer. Be of joy and faithful because Jesus Christ is always near, when we pray say what he said "our Father which art in Heaven", try to stay faithful everyday all of one two three four five six and seven.
We got many chances while we still breathin, don't worry bout the ones that embrace being a heathen, it ain't no ones fault but our own if we be a slave, let's keep our heart positive when we sending out them brain waves.
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