Tingling thoughts of murder,
dangling through the branches of trees
As if dread from an uncertain past;
further floats among the living effigies.
A whisper from long ago still echoes,
where people dare not put foot.
A place, where time slows
A place where men once stood.
Her mind was surrounded by fire.
Her heart was enveloped in passion,
And her spirit was filled with desire,
But they said her soul was absent.
She spoke in rhymes and verses.
She lived with a song in her heart.
She absorbed all the daily curses.
She breathed them out in art.
Her head was engulfed in flames.
It was the way she was born,
But they filled her up with shame,
For the blaze she did adorn.
They thought her evil and strange,
Though her heart was simply pure.
They begged for her to change,
And asked if there was a cure.
There’s nothing wrong with this girl.
She is mind and heart a whole,
But there is embers in her curl,
And so they say she has no soul.
My heart was found guilty
Of witchcraft by my brain
He dragged her and beat her
Spewed his hatred for her
Tied her to a wooden stake
My brain couldn't comprehend
The magic of my heart
Why she never wavered
How she always loved
He started this persecution
Because he couldn't understand
I always felt her growing
Beautifully and powerfully
With every beat she won me over
All I did was want to protect her
But my brain called it heresy
My punishment was to watch
As he burned her alive
I heard the shrieks of hope die
The smell of her love stung
My nostrils and it haunts me still
I walk around pretending
As if nothing had ever happened
My brain condemned me to live
This life without my heart
Without the love and only
With the memory of that night
Every day I burn like she did
As every day I hate like he did
I was unable to convince him
That she just wanted to love
But my brain was too afraid
Of the powers of my heart
1: The Greatest Insurance Policy Ever!
Lord, You are my personal insurance plan.
Don't let Yourself out of this contract.
Extricate me from all my troubles with your superb mastery.
2: Flick your wonderfully sharp ears in my direction,
Get me out of this quagmire ASAP;
Be my total fall-back blueprint,
My absolutely secure fall-back scheme.
3: Yes, You are my complete, rock-solid defense.
That being the case, and so that You are recognised by everyone around me, direct my footsteps and show me the way.
4: You know about that trap they hid for me - so get me out of it fast. In you is my surprisingly sprung rebound.
5: I am only too happy to fall untterly into Your hands, body, mind and spirit
Your indomitable truth has freed me over and over.
6: I hate the deference given to fool's game icons when I can trust in You.
7: How ecstatic I am dancing here in your compassion, for you are intimately concerned with my problems, and my very soul is safe in Your hands when I'm struggling.
8: Never once have you let the enemy take over - It's always surprising how you extract me from their schemes.
9: And here I am again, Lord, in big trouble. Don't know if I've got any tears left for this poor old body and soul.
10: All my life there is nothing but depression and misery. I've made some stupid mistakes and now I'm paying for them. It seems I haven't a leg to stand on.
11: My detractors make a fool of me, and that includes my close circle of friends. It seems they can't stand the very idea of me. They can never stop to talk but are always busy somewhere else.
12: I might as well be dead for all they care, as long as they don't have to think about me. I feel completely knocked out.
13: They don't get it Lord They're telling lies about me. Their bullying is just plain scary.
They get together to eliminate me out of their picture. Murder is no problem to them.
14: Yet I know I can bet on You, dear Lord. My answer is You.
15: I know that times are yours to deal with; Just get me out of their hands, and get me somewhere safe from this constant persecution.
16: Make an example of them Lord, by exonerating me. Let them know that You are my BLOOD BROTHER!
17: I am dependent on You God, and I know You won't shame me. Let them wear it themselves. The grave will stop their boasting.!
18: I do like the open mouths when liars have nothing to say, because the proud, contemptuous rhetoric against your people hits the dust hard.
19: There is such magnificence about your kindness torque which you set up for us who have finally learned to esteem You., which you spread out for the ones who have joined Your ranks, and it's right out there for the sons of men to covet! (That's what they need to covet.)
20: It's so fun that You protect us secretly by Your very presence, so they can't get a grip on us.. Yes, Your Truth keeps us safely secured, away from their tongue-lashings.
21: I'm screaming out "Blessed be Yahweh" because He has demonstrated to me his kindness torque right here in a dynamic place.
22: I thought, and indeed I said, "You don't care about my situation." Even so, You paid attention to my pleading voice storming your ears.
23: Oh, How can I say it any stronger? All of you who are His children, that the Lord immunises the faithful, and boy does He repay arrogance.
24: Get your war boots on everyone. He is your backup cover - (BLOOD BROTHER JESUS of the NT). Your heart beats in sync with His heart all you brothers and sisters in Jehovah, and that is your strength.
I am the outlier
Tired child of
The trial of tears
The back lashed
For being black
Brother of the
The broken hearted
Basic human rights
I am the immigrant
To get here
To be demonized
I am flesh of your flesh
Blood of your blood
Lonely and struggling
Begging for mercy
And a little human decency
And can you believe,
The horrible glee
With which his lips licked.
Dreaming-- carcass picked,
Sinking in Needing.
Black black smack, alack!
I'm a crack-gack hack!
Or, mayhaps, I'm not?
Or, perhaps, just caught,
In nauseous verde waves
Of fanciful raves--
Rants all entertained--
I say makes me drained.
But standing up still,
Avoiding the thrill
Of desert mirage,
It's poison barrage!
why do I never get a answer
when I'm knocking at the door
i have a 1000 million questions
about hate, killings and war
where can I find all the answers
to make my thoughts complete
in a world of persecution
does anyone hold the key
I am just looking for a miracle in my life
can you see what this does to me
turning gray in the morning
with tears in my eyes
of a world that I will never know
in a world where I will grow old
We build the best prisons for ourselves,
Knowing the truth, is a form of escape,
Until we see, our incarceration changed,
Still, knowing is the universal key,
The sure way to unlocking those doors.
We need to scale the walls of emotion,
Tunnel through our lack of self-belief,
Ignore mocking ignorance of others,
Who would trap us behind bars,
Willingly dump on us, on realising,
Our future looks better than theirs,
So sad, our persecutors, so very sad.
Remember, you can break out, yes,
Taste freedom, if you only try, yes,
Just be the best you can be, and rise,
Soar, be alive, and never, ever forget,
We build the best prisons for ourselves.
The Futility of Persecution
As you approach me
both guns drawn
Bullets full of hate and bile
I stand here naked
hands beside me
Armed with just
my inner smile
As you seek
to breech the sanctum
I sit here safe behind
the glass that shields
my newfound equinamity
I never built these walls
you built them
with your twisted
It was you not I
that sought to cross
the line within the sand
As your projectiles
tear my body
Leaving gaping wounds behind
I stand here smiling
in the sunshine that's
the fortress of
The cops took my weed!
Beautiful living creatures
Extinguished by extraction
This message made possible by
The bible-thumpers passion
A simple farmer, simple life
He's caused no one pain or strife
The victim absent, non-existent?
It matters not, just throw him in prison!