"executioneer" poems
[min 1]
Bleed my blackness away
Brother for I want to be you one day
All just and fair
For the Lord knows I failed
To make you see my way
[min 2]
Just today ought to be the day
Lord found me, under silent gaze
to steal my sunshine away
For he sent his carpenter
to chisel my life away.
[min 3]
father's blood, for water spray
plough cotton, your way
black cotton, to design thy dreams
you did silence my sway
A breath in the fray, I breathe away
[min 4]
the fair soldier, does your bid
in the darkness of the night
he steals my life away
as the wheels of time, tick away
a breath in the fray, I breathe away
[min 4:30]
crushed under the wheels
of your desires, of your greed
wheels of time turn,
the world don't care
for no time to stand and stare
[min 5]
no time to hang that noose
no tree that stand tall to
carry me to your place
on the end of a rope hung loose.
no time to stare, no time to snooze
[min 5:30]
no time to stand and stare
for there is another to bleed
for justice to be done
the world is to be rid
of the blackness, that's me
[min 6]
A musical note of your instrument
He too is your son, O' Lord
my executioneer is here
with hatchets drawn
to bleed my blackness away
[min 6:30]
saw him to the end of his rainbow
but no legs to walk me, home
O' mama, sorry to keep you waiting
don't set the table, the supper bowl
with eager eyes, and a losing hope
[min 7]
Oh' mama, I can't breathe
my brother just, with knees pressed deep
for he has decided to slay
by bleeding my blackness away
by bleeding my blackness away
[min 7:30]
Pray, no more, but alas every day
is a glorious day, for one more
to bleach his bones,
to pure cotton in the air
to breathe his last away
[min 8]
wish my kin led me by his hand
as the wheels of world moved,
with lightening speed,
I breathe my last,
I bleed my blackness away
[min 8:30]
the light of life fades, amongst red neon stares
whilst roses wilt by the roadside
and hopes to pain, by the wayside
I breathe my last,
I bleed my blackness away,
[min 8:40]
black cotton in the air
white cotton, a soul lay bare
red cotton in the air
red cotton in the flare
[min 8:46 - FLOYD DIES- The World looks upwards at the SpaceX Falcon 9 Starlink 8th mission]
no time too soon
fly me to the moon
eye coins for the fare
so precious, so rare
fly me to the air
[min 8:47]
no time to spare
no time to stand and stare
'tis just cotton in the air...
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 11:21 AM UTC