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To those
Blessed by God,
Truly sanctified by
The most high
It is a burden.

A punishment
Of positivity.

The problem
Is.

You don't choose
To be chosen
By God,
He,
Chooses
You.

And, the pious
Turn green with envy.

The holy aspirant
Denigrates the blessed
As though their auspices
Entitle them a relationship
With the divine.

You cannot
Volunteer to be
Selected.

And God is the judge,
Not us,
Not our aesthetic preferences
Not our rightly deserved
Rewards,
For doing the thing.

God is my comforter
Until He's not,
And I honestly hate the guy,
Prefer Satan.

Deserve?

No,
Punished.

Jeremiah 1:5-7

Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.

Then said I, Ah, Lord GOD! behold, I cannot speak: for I am a child.

But the LORD said unto me, Say not, I am a child: for thou shalt go to all that I shall send thee, and whatsoever I command thee thou shalt speak.
let
the
conerstone
be
one
grain of sand
for
building
your
sandcastle
in
the sun
daddy was a miner spent life in a hole
working in the dark digging out the coal
did the best he could supporting ma and me
i was just a kid at the age of three

as the years went bye  his health it took its toll
breathing in the dust  while he was digging coal
daddy carried on till his last breath it had gone
i took daddies place so we could carry on

i became a miner  didnt have much choice
daddy is still there i can hear his voice
watching over me right there by my side
now my angel daddy will always be my guide
Safer
without the one
who claimed to make us safe.

You enriched those
who tithed to your cause,
while silencing
every voice
that dared to speak
against your racism.

You stripped the rights
that held the powerful in check
eliminated
what bound the governed
to justice.

You cast long, dark shadows
over refugees
our laws once shielded.

You widened the chasm
between have and have-not.

Propitiated wealth
while deep pockets
overflowed
on the backs of the broken.

And still,
you called it freedom.

But I know
it would be
a better world
without you.
Gently but no easy
Harder pushing through the curtains
Expanding the walls as i slide in
Lubricating as i slide along the wall
When you hit the edge well it causes vibration and  immediately we start all over again
Last night, I found it hard to sleep,
Your memory continued to creep
Into my mind you found a space ,
A joyful spot where memories chase
The thoughts I simply can’t escape,
Down deep into my happy place.

A vision of you danced all around,
An angelic form without a sound.

You kept me staring all night long,
That memory played like a favorite song.

It’s morning now, and I embrace
Those dreams that showed this Angeles face.
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