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The Calm May 2018
Nature, is such a teacher
each season, voices loud as a preacher
how life can be hard, as cold as winter
but to drop your leaves, for it's not summer
to wait til spring, each raindrop will sing
you can answer each call, to prepare for fall,
because winter is coming again
but be sure, the winter will end
Because if it's one thing, I've learned, and seen before
The leaves of the trees will shed,
They'll drop to the floor, turn orange and red
but just because the branches of a tree is barren,
doesn't mean that the trees are dead.
The Calm May 2018
Your beauty adds color
to a life that once saw no meaning
A soul circling the globe, lustful eyes gleaning
a passion, a purpose, a price, all for the loss
one's life leaning, to the echo, the beat of a drum
the vibration, fleeting
life, like the flame on a candle, flickering
without the air I am nothing, with the air, I am gone
The Calm Apr 2018
With all your wisdom you guide me
Strong as oak, you stand beside me
Roots deep in the ancestral plain
Battle tested bark sworn to take the pain
You great oak, you my mother
You've withstood the test of time
To make sure that I could have mine
The Calm Feb 2018
Hoping the horizon is blue
Even if it's disguised as grey
And that every day I woke up I pray
That on the seashore where I lay
The water will be as clear as day
And the trees will be as green as May
The sand as light as clay
And with me good company will stay
Even if the horizon is blue or grey
First poem of 2018, thinking about the future
The Calm Oct 2017
The nights are dark and the winds are cold

Lightening cracks the night sky as this story unfolds

The troops flood the streets as the hour brings war

As the moon hides behind the clouds as the thunder roars

Welcome to the city

I hope you enjoy your stay,

You will find no peace, no joy, just enemies in your way

This City dwells inside me, it beats in my chest

This City is what controls me, at my worst and at my best

And me, I am just a mere soldier in this city

Constantly fighting for what is right

Constantly trying to please my God, to steer this vessel towards the light

But Death lurks, around every corner , behind every door

waiting opportunity against me, to knock me to the floor

And as fate would have it I am captured,

I become a causality of war

And as I feel it, I scream it’s over

It’s not worth fighting anymore

Because I wanna do right, but within me, I feel this poison in veins

That stops me in my tracks, that puts me in chains

So now look at me, a prisoner in my own city

No power, no control, just empty hands and a soul growing cold

They chained my hands and feet so I’d have no control

And over my eyes where i’d receive my sight they put a blindfold

Powerless and helpless I sit and I cry, my city has turned against me

And the question is why? Is there another law in my members warring against of my mind

And now I sit in my slavery, wondering where is the divine?

Wondering will I ever realign? Or am I cut from the vine?

Am I all out of power?  Is this my final hour?

I feel the tears run down my face, and I sense devourer

I taste that bitter taste, anything but savory, it’s sour,

It’s the taste of the defeat, it rains on me, it showers

Oh wretched man that I am, I deserve this end

All of sin’s fiery attacks, I can’t defend

Forgiveness is out my reach, Cause the sin I fall into, I once too often breach

I, a soldier of my city, must watch it fall,

I, defender of my city, will lose it all

But then I hear the words, whisper, softly in my ear

There is therefore no condemnation, to them who draw near

The voice became louder, and then it was made clear

That there was a name by which I could be saved, A name that all feared

The king came down, cloaked in his light

The battle ensued, a spectacular fight

My chains were broken, and I regained my sight

And what I saw on that stormy night

Was unimaginable

What i saw was the King of Kings at war, with his sword in his hand

With his Seraph army behind him, nothing short of grand

A thousand miles a way I stand, yet his light so bright, I covered my eyes with my hand

And there I Stand , at the epicenter

Watching my God fighting for my heart

The warring King of Glory

Who loved me from the start
The Calm Oct 2017
So, if you believe that God is love,
How can you also believe that God hates a group of people
On Jan 4th 1861 Bishop reverend A. Verot got behind his pulpit and defended the right of white people to own slaves,
By adding "the will of god" to the civil war, it added a new level of desire to fight, and one can argue that without the church there may have never been a civil war. Supremacy sanctioned by God was preached in churches across America and the effects of it are still seen today.
Open letter to church goers that go to church every sunday, wednesday and Saturday night and for generations have been using the bible to oppress people of color
I don't know who's the god that you worship but I bet I can make a couple assumptions about him
I bet your god grew up in kentucky, Virginia, Tennessee, Alabama
I bet your god chews tobacco and owns a Chevy pickup truck
I bet your god watches Fox news, loves Bill O'Reilly, voted for John McCain, I bet your god, is a politician
that would rather massive tax cuts for the wealthy while so many in this country live in poverty
I bet your god loves war, I bet your god steals oil from other countries, kills innocent civilians and says it's all in the name of peace
I bet your god founded the war on drugs, I bet your god thinks all mexicans are rapists and some he suspects are good people
I bet your god's high school served racism in the cafeteria and offered hate speech like it offers french and spanish I bet your god
I bet your god has a ******* tattooed on his left arm and a confederate flag on the right,  I bet your god considered people of color to be inferior, I bet the only verse in your god's bible is Colossians 3:22, that said, “Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh, not serving to the eye, as pleasing men, but in simplicity of heart, fearing God.” I bet your god wrote the cornerstone speech, I bet your god is a confederate generals *******
I bet your god has a drinking problem, I bet he sees the bottom of a shot glass more than he sees his own children, I bet your god only serves american interest , I bet your god saw it right to massacre millions of indigenous people to spread from coast to shining coast, I bet your god saw it right to capture, torture and enslave millions of african people so that america would become a superpower and then turn around and tell their ancestors that they have to stand for an anthem that says "no refuge can save the hireling or the slave from the terror of flight and the gloom of the grave"
I bet your god considers silent protest disrespectful and calls people animals when they riot
I bet your god would've re-written genesis, and created eve without a mouth and taught her how to spread her legs like a magazine that he would continue to tell her that she would never ever be good enough to be in
I bet your god doesn't know about any other place on the globe besides america
I bet your god is afraid to talk about race, and that's why you are too
I bet your god has stolen my God's identity and is buying pieces of heaven on his amazon prime
But I got a message for you for the next time you bend down on your knees and pray to your god, tell him, that my God is looking for him
Soley inspired by Rudy Francisco's - Your God
The Calm Sep 2017
The things I love include
Sunsets on a Friday evening and stargazing on a Friday night

Barber shop conversations
Talking to people about politics and sports
so in essence Barber shop conversations
I love going tubing and playing other water sports
Even though I can't swim, but so far I haven't drowned so  far so I'll keep winging it
I love when people jump in after me when I'm drowning
Not only literally but figuratively
When I am submerged in fear as if it were water
When my heart beats against my chest as if it were trying to break free
When my neurons fire like a gatling gun, you my heroes, you save me from me
I love cocoa puffs, a lot
I also love when black women wear there hair in afros or puffs because it's something beautiful about all the shades of black and brown
I love Sunday morning church and Sunday afternoon lunch with family
I love ice cream
maybe because it is the closest thing to love I've ever found
Cold and sweet
it reminds me to enjoy the simple things in life because they won't always be around
I love girls with pretty smiles, and tasteful laughs
Brown eyes with a big heart
I love looking up at a night sky filled with stars and a heart wide open
and feeling, and knowing that God exists
I love talking to people that suffer with depression
I know that may be an odd confession but it's something real in the words they say
They see the world as it is not as it should be
Instead of hiding their flaws, their burdens , they show them so clearly
They remind me to be honest about me
Some things I love
Orange juice
Plantains, not bananas, plantains

I love SEEING black people in Unity
Whether it's to start a government or tear one down
With their hands over there hearts or knees on the ground
I don't care because for too long we as a people have been divided
So to stand for something, or to stand against something,
To run for president, and not from the KKK
To put our knees on the ground so the police doesn't put a knee in our backs
To put knowledge in our heads to prevent bullets in our bodies
I love seeing a room full of people, dressed to a tee and in one accord
I love seeing it as much as I love hearing Nat King Cole's "Chesnuts roasting on an open fire  while drinking a cup of hot chocolate
on Christmas eve , next to the fireplace, surrounded with family
These are some things I love
Inspired by Rudy Francisco
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