My faith lately has been very challenged
So I stepped back and looked at what my faith means
I realized the problem right away,  its people who don't agree with me
Religion is word of mouth
Faith is what you believe
So my religious foundations are based on hearing a story and for me to agree
Man conveys the stories and I drink the kool-aid
Why are there only a select few that gods have spoken to?
Am I not a child of light
Shouldn't I be able to connect directly to the Almighty?
All my religious references have been passed down to me, if I was never told of the glory of God
Would I know it? Would I find solace and bend my knees to heaven thanking God for the gifts he has given? I know I have lost my faith in men.
So does that mean their stories of God are lost to me as well? There are books and books all written by mans hand, there are no longer burning bushes that communicate.  Why are there no miracle workers walking the earth now. Why are there no messiahs today? Seems I'm disconnected and my connection to God was explained to me by an ordinary group of men. It just comes down to; "What do I believe,  and how am I supposed to find my own way after being tainted by the religious concepts of man, on this let us pray" amen

Do we leave the loose corners out, to weaken the tie?
May we pull the corners into unity to strengthen the bind.

I had a good cry tonight
I had a hard time
Seeing the people who
Loved me into being
Especially now looking back
I see them as self serving
And creatures of their own
Motives and desires
Then I thought there must have
Been love there or I would
Have never grown
Then I realized that there was love
That I never noticed till tonight
It was undoubtedly the unconditional
Love of God
He was able to show me the petty
Actions of those around me
he let me notice their selfish and self serving needs.
My nature was dictated by being around these types of people. It wasn't until now that I was able to see the lesson in my upbringing and to apply it to my life now,  God did not show me this for my praise unto him, he taught me this now to show me that I am worthy of the blessings I have and special enough to see, with new insight just how much I am loved by my wife and family now and how in my darkest times. Those days without a caring Mother or Father I was being looked after and loved by God.

You've been shamed into hating your lineage
Shamed into thinking you are them
Guided down a path of self destruction
Only to bow your head
God doesn't exist
according to the new
Boeheimiams
He  hasn't existed before
Turning your back on your
Existence.  What Are You Living For?
afraid to do the wrong thing
Fear has been used to control your mind
Its usually about money?
Maybe not this time
Economy's fail, businesses close, but hide the collapse under a mask
Whose to know?
Blame it on the blacks
No one will doubt it.
Fear can drive bigotry
(Whisper painfully to almost a silent cry)
The banks are In on it...
200 trillion reasons
Only so many are at
A percentage high
A thousand years of peace to follow
I bow my head and try...
To love myself
and forgive myself
And trust myself again, and again.

There will be
A second shot
Heard around the world
Brother will again
Face brother
Chest to chest
Blood will be shed
There will be
Civil unrest
Those we thought
Were brothers in arms
Will show their true
Colors
Lines will be drawn
Of theirs and ours
To define new
Borders
A constant fight
Will be border
Control
Just like DMZ
Or Israel
I will find a side
So shall you
We will meet opposed
Or under
United Districts
I do this for my children's
Future
I make oaths and sign
In blood
May God guide my hand
Against those I oppose
As I raise the ***** Jaw Bone


--Ike E. Davis

This little wool bag of mine
Contains
Most of my things
I got mostly
Utilitarian items
Nothing that
Represents my dreams
It gets a lot of wear
Being dragged
From here to there
It's near me most of
The time
The bottom is thread bare
Like this soul of mine
I used to leave it at places
To demonstrate trust
Guess what would happen???
People would take my stuff
So now I drape it over my
Back
Like a,,transitory
Christmas sack
This here wool bag of mine
This here wool bag of mine
It ties at the top
If you see me on the side
Of the road go ahead and stop

With cane and strap
I rule the *****
Here, there is no
Mirth
Only tooth and claw
From  birth
A thick hyde
And hackles that stand
Like knives
One can beat
Natural selection
From the dog
But this
Has never gained
Loyalty
By God
A companion
Who holds no
Malice
That would sit to the right
Of the king of the
Palace
Only a man who knows his
Own weakness
Can shape a *****
To  greatness