Oct 2015
Life The Final Game:
My heart started with love, support. life; Seeking love, life. liberty, and a chance by chance, to support my fellow man,My heart now deserted and uncrowded, Stands strong and unafraid. Words that touched me before, now slash like sickles in a semi-colon of; love slashes /// Meaningless nothings to a wounded heart -
Words leaving deep wounds, slashes that follow the nothingness of, long silences. Leaving periods and dots at the ending....Not even a Question mark.? Asking...
Yet you have accepted all the ropes I have thrown you..and burned all the bridges I built for you to cross. In this the final board game of life.....
I teeter on this rope no longer, when I cross over again my heart will not remember sacrifice nor love.
Survival is a board game - My spinning head, now landing on (village idiot), I roll the dice twice, "If you land on the( evil forest ),you may lose this game", says the space on which I landed -"If you roll the dice and land on {pull a card},you may receive instructions on how to save your self.
If you Land on the( Church Negroes),They will ask you to sing with them, Partake of unclean food with them. As you starve they will ask you for offerings, Which they then give to their already rich podium pimps. If you Land on (Whites-Only ); They will judge you for not being their( happy token) See they have saved you and the natives from the flies and fathom.They say "see your own people are killing you".. You need "Jesus" . Wait on him....
As I pull my last card and take my last spin I land on,( "Pure Hearts") They are few, "You must stay amongst these who has shown you their true colors" reads the card. For they are your hope, and will never abandon you. Your kind will not always be easy to spot, However you must learn to discern by their spirit - You will not recognize them by race alone; Remember "those who you have rescued one time,. or many times,will leave you to perish, and will not necessarily rescue nor even remember you in the end.
My heart started with love, support. life; Seeking love, life. liberty, and a chance by chance, to support my fellow man,My heart now deserted and uncrowded, Stands strong and unafraid. Words that touched me before, now slash like sickles in a semi-colon of; love slashes /// Meaningless nothings to a wounded heart -
Words leaving deep wounds, slashes that follow the nothingness of, long silences. Leaving periods and dots at the ending....Not even a Question mark.? Asking...
Yet you have accepted all the ropes I have thrown you..and burned all the bridges I built for you to cross. In this the final board game of life.....
I teeter on this rope no longer, when I cross over again my heart will not remember sacrifice nor love.
Survival is a board game - My spinning head, now landing on (village idiot), I roll the dice twice, "If you land on the( evil forest ),you may lose this game", says the space on which I landed -"If you roll the dice and land on {pull a card},you may receive instructions on how to save your self.
If you Land on the( Church Negroes),They will ask you to sing with them, Partake of unclean food with them. As you starve they will ask you for offerings, Which they then give to their already rich podium pimps. If you Land on (Whites-Only ); They will judge you for not being their( happy token) See they have saved you and the natives from the flies and fathom.They say "see your own people are killing you".. You need "Jesus" . Wait on him....
As I pull my last card and take my last spin I land on,( "Pure Hearts") They are few, "You must stay amongst these who has shown you their true colors" reads the card. For they are your hope, and will never abandon you. Your kind will not always be easy to spot, However you must learn to discern by their spirit - You will not recognize them by race alone; Remember "those who you have rescued one time,. or many times,will leave you to perish, and will not necessarily rescue nor even remember you in the end.
