Friday, December 31, 2010

Relief and Release

To envy those with water eyes,
I befell to such a demise.
Gentle tears that flows through empathy
I succumbed, disgraced by sympathy.
The ducts of salutations runs deep underneath.

I am closer to tin hats and automobiles
which wheel towards motels and hotels.
The adjacent water works of utility
comfortably sits in human dignity.
The monopoly of emotions fell inside a soul.

Indignant, resilient, there was no rest for wickedness
crimes upon a chest gave no allowance for frivolousness.
Shaken by a world realized by deliverance,
I sat under trees in remittance.
The Buddha slivers in the austere moon ascetic. 

Two fold or three fold, the envelope unfolds
in time sequenced to golden scrolls untold.
The words reveal revolutions and restitution
for the sins of man lie in Confucian devolution. 
The teacher arises from battle in shadows realms of wisdom.

Time and honor responds to despondent voice and choices.
A man’s vocal constraint tied against the massive noises.
I live in a slumbering nation against a grain of salt
my silence reiterates against request of who’s at fault. 
The truth and reliance begins within three conscious states.

Feelings of commiseration and clemency,
first responders to condolences and mercy
the spiritual alliance alleviates the shameful pain.
Springs of tears storms the fissure of a soul reopening,
assaulting prior damages towards the reign of hearts living. 

My eyes weary of a world water shed and ripping at the seams. 
The heart gives no privy to the privatization of feelings.
I journey through the anguish and belittlement
of a world forced to work towards entitlement.
No longer live in envy but fight to become One once again.

The Cup of Tears 
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Monday, December 20, 2010

A Reinvited Mind

Ye can love me or hate me
because I know that he hath createdth I.
If you saw my discolor or squalor
and placed me beneath those taller in size,
know no begging for tawdry forgiveness
for I foundation comes heaven sent.

If you come sit next to thee to see
that in my life I have sat quietly.
Waiting for the salvation of silence
as another shares their solemnest secret
of oppression, depression or emancipation.
I rest in peace looking for sounds of reclamation.

Deep in my bones rests the marrow of tomorrow.
I have weakened in past remembrances
of wellness in the well of wealth that rises
from the riches in the psalms of Holy words.
The memories of generational wisdom delivers
I a fate turned over to triumph from death.

In the untouchable notes floating in rhythm
I remember the times of treasures
as humbleness weathers the scorning storm
of egos against elegance, while the hands of time
are tied against a current bashing on the shores
for the moon keeps us closer to the sun.

The internal flame of the undivided rides
to collide with the salvation of man
to conquer or unite the request of dying heroes
to predate the predators of selfishness
the wish is to conglomerate and enumerate
the alignment of Heaven for a unity in kindness.

The subconscious identity released to the conscious mind
the hearts of the solid sanctify the fight of God’s right hand.
Everlasting joy and grace to place and settle on the Earth
the atmosphere of the rich have depleted breathing rooms
in exchange the mentally able remain stable in numbers.
A slumbering nation awakes to identify the blunders of plunder.

I am far from depleted to leave it alone.
They reiterated from their semi-precious thrones.
I don’t seek approvals of men other than nods of heads,
remenants in suspension like a bridge within consciousness
while the heart and soul speaks for the first time, the mind
reinstates the dignified in a battle cry for a opined mankind. 

Monday, December 13, 2010

The Sum of Sons

In growth, some evolve getting older, others get bolder
the boys of the hoods become rebels in the midst
the dis is irrelevant for those solid, soldiers of essence
redefined and refined, the strength of one becomes sums
the relevance of extinguished sons in flight for diligence

Revive to survive the rectitude of attitude
growing eyes never lie the spoken terse of verse
they remain the same song, the unwritten words are undone
get back, step forward, work to the side but push to ride higher
the juke of a player, dominion of those who run to be number one

Catch the star, shooting across the playing field
they never yield in being the toughest to leave the rest of us
breathing dust of their fight to brightness, incognito to everyone
within joint endeavors, the shuffle moves a planet by axis
shifting latitude, the world revolves around a richer sun

The brotherhood and fatherhood of unitary context
the contest of sisters revealed for a later endless concept
bring forth them who revitalize the strength of man
the Holyland requested their presence for those Earthbound
Street thug eloquence brought forth deliverance’s hand

A generalization of generations, the boys regained again,
the men of days protested from rights stripped naked
the skin within transpired bravery to emerge once more
at a time when the Earth stood still from stolen looted toils
the dignification of reiteration is once again reborn

Shot like cupid’s narrow arrow, in the state of mind of crime
another gains momentum in the climb to open mindedness
resolute in historical maintenance, once again the eyes reveal
Revelations, as ties to lineal DNA finds past pupils instilled
for and by all man kindreds looking to usher in a new deal

Reinstate the greats, the men who stood up in spite
the wretch and wrecked walk against the Eight
the beginning of nights rests solely wiith O.V. Wright
for the motherless child rests while the nucleus of soul
gives a nickel and a nail because that’s how strong my love is