#lifematters
Oh sweet boy, Angel of God
on earth you have completed your task.
To other world’s you now must fly to,
we are keeping your feathers
as you begin your ascension .
Oh sweet child of God
Such clear vision at your tender age,
to serve and protect was your end game,
but now we are left…with a confused and hazed
apology to a shroud of teddy bears and lit candles.
The spilled wax is a reminder, that
deep inside we are all cowards
and we forgot that you were the prey
and needed protection.
The burning wick is not for you –
it’s to remind us of your light
and that humans by nature are dangerously dark…
I am sorry Junior, for we have failed you.
I am sorry that it was fear that came to your rescue,
I’m sorry your eyes witnessed the malice of creation,
I’m sorry people recorded instead of calling the operator,
I am sorry your cry for help did not connect…
You know mijo…the line was ringing-but the world is deaf.
!Oh, sweet child of God!,
Some called you Junior in life,
You were an angel with wings so wide
that in these concrete streets, you could not fly.
The Bathgate would be your access to heaven
you’ve left us your wings in a city corner,
so that we can remember to look up above
and find surrender and forgiveness in clashing clouds.
I don’t know what to say,
your departure causes so much grief and pain,
yet, you did not die in vain…I think you are still
working with humanity from far away;
You woke up a community that had been sleeping,
you woke us up from the anesthesia, the numbness
Is no longer acceptable, our youth need a BEACON.
A new door we must create so
that our youth’s future is not slain
in the mumble jumble of irresponsible adults.
Makes space for youth in the world,
So that every Junior in our lives,
can live without fear in their backyard.
Oh sweet child of God,
We are not there yet but with you..,we’ll RISE again.
Thank you for every day you arose,
for loving your mother so much,
for inspiring a movement of love,
for showing us courage and hope,
your sweet little face will live in our hearts.
Oh sweet child of God,
your name we will not forget
I think you set the stage,
we must act and rise again.
© LeydisProse
6/25/2018
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse//
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
When the law ceases to bring justice,
The law ceases to be just.
And when the law ceases to be just,
We, the people, must cease to be silent.
The bitten tongue bares blood of the same red worn by the acting hand.
By pen or sword so fight the war or be lost to no man's land,
Until a man's a man in every eye,
We have failed eachother.
Upon this rock,
We shall build no more,
Not on ill foundations.
Upon this rock,
We build no more,
As we tear down all we stood for.
Life matters.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
I met a man once who said, It's all
nothing. Everything goes away in the end.
It doesn't mean anything.
I asked him, What about love?
He said, It's an illusion;
it disappears when you
think you have it.
It means nothing;
we are all going to die.
I saw him walking one day,
and I asked him
where he was going.
He said, It doesn't matter, all roads lead to death;
it all ends the same- nothing matters.
I said, What about family, children, and God-
what about life?
Family abandons you, children grow up and
move away; God is deaf and dumb, if he's
even there, and life ends in decay-
everything goes away.
I said, What about art and literature,
the power and the hope?
What's the point of beauty if the
beauty ends? he said.
I said, What about the moment? You're
alive right now, it's real and it's happening.
Look at the simple beauty of that robin-
Its breast looks like a sunset.
Do you smell the sweetness of the cherry blossoms?
Do you remember the slippery loveliness of
a woman's ****** the taste of a fine Chardonnay?
Look at the dappled fur on that dog; he's almost
grinning, that has to matter; it has to
mean something.
No, he said, That dog could get hit by a
car in an hour, then he'd just be a pile of
bones rotting in the street.
But look, I said. He's alive; his fur is warm and
course; look at his tail wag, he knows things.
He shook his head. You don't get it.
The race is fixed; the horse breaks
his leg in the home stretch.
The champ goes down from a
glancing blow, the dice are loaded.
It's a setup.
Everything goes awry,
it's not good for mice
or men.
I smiled and threw a perfectly
timed left jab to
the bridge of his nose, the blood was the most
brilliant shade of red I'd ever seen.
It flowed from his nostrils and
settled on the green grass
below his feet.
Some of it stained his white shoes.
Hey what the hell did you do that for?
That ******* hurt.
I said, Pain is nothing- it will end- it's almost
like it didn't happen;
maybe it's a dream.
You're ******* crazy!
It is real; you punched me,
and now my shirt and shoes are
ruined, he said.
He walked away, and the sun broke
trough the clouds, flowers bloomed,
and a small black
beetle crawled through a
patch of blood onto
a lilac bush.
And somehow, I knew
that it all mattered.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 8:17 AM UTC
You’ve got one life.
Don’t treat it like a stage for laughs,
when it’s meant to be a stage for growth.
Don’t make your life a joke.
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 11:11 AM UTC