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Stu Harley Mar 2024
Dawn's gentle light, a soul's first sip,
Gratitude's warmth, from fingertip
To grateful heart, a brimming well,
Kindness itself, is the story to tell.

Nature's embrace, a calming breeze,
The laughter that rings through rustling leaves.
Passions pursued, a fire's bright gleam,
Chasing a dream, a fulfilling stream.

Love's gentle touch, a quiet delight,
Fill your cup full, with the purest light.
Thus, to fill thy cup with good
Stu Harley Mar 2024
every
word and thought
brands the mark of slavery
the mark of Satan
the mark of the beast
upon
their backs and shoulders
of a stolen People
from
the
sweet Motherland of Africa
without
being breastfed anymore
shall
hoist the sails of slave ships
bound for
the
new world
Stu Harley Mar 2024
When love is a shapeless flame,
It licks at the edges of known,
A yearning that whispers no name,
A hunger for hearts yet unshown.

It dances in whispers and sighs,
A warmth with no form to define,
A mist in the lover's own eyes,
A promise, a feeling, entwined.

Though shapeless, it burns oh so bright,
A beacon in the darkest of the night.
Stu Harley Mar 2024
when
we
spread our wings
tonight
like
the
hummingbird
in
flight
brings
the
gift of light
when
shining
through
the
tiny cracks of
your soul
Stu Harley Mar 2024
When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a landscape full of trees with empty nooses

My father was a runaway slave, who was captured by them bounty hunters. Daddy wanted to be free and provide for his family

Why do we **** and enslave another man for their differences or the color of his skin? Well, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. The answer derives from the sweet taste of sin, created by the love, the power, and the color of money

The empty nooses keep on blowing in the wind. Still, I remember, when they kicked, beat, and then dragged my daddy, unconsciously toward that old oak tree. Lord, back in the day, Colored People were restricted from sitting or resting underneath the trees with nooses

After they captured my pappy; they wrapped a dry noose around his neck so tight, that I could smell the rope burns on his neck. However, when I opened my eyes, I could only see a landscape full of trees with empty nooses.

They hung my daddy from that tree. Well, I was six years old, and I dropped to my knees. Still, I ask the Lord to spare my father’s life and to forgive these evil people, for they do not know what they do.

God put His hand in the story. Then, He clapped His Hands, and His spiritual power released the nooses from all the dead slaves.

God said, “Walk with me, and you shall receive eternal life in the kingdom of heaven. Walk with me down this road of light."

Then, He hurled a bolt of lightning at the landscape of empty nooses and said, from this day forth, I promise thee, that empty nooses shall never be the fruit among these trees.

Never again, shall empty nooses blow in the win
Stu Harley Mar 2024
boy... don't you let
the
lefthand know
what the righthand
is doing and everything
will be alright
then
who shall
i
trust...just trust in the Lord
Stu Harley Mar 2024
on the day of
the last supper
we
break bread with Jesus

I
sat by His right hand
and he always knew

that the flesh is
weak in mankind

He looked at me again
while
fresh eyes journeyed into my soul

there to find the reason
for the unholy betrayal

then
my soul replied in broken tears
for thirty shekels of gold
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