I could cry... 40 years long... a cursed song. What a fight 40 years of night... always missing the light. Why Lord why? We believe the lies and never try. In circles we go there was no Jericho only dry dessert land. Thrist nearly kill we! It took a rock. Still we were loud and wrong not strong we did not believe the Big Man. 40 long years even after the splitting sea it took one generation long... before we see touch the Promise Land.
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Now She Sleeps
Now She Sleeps We had to leave her I wonder if she is cold? They put her on ice. Stiff. Frozen in Time. No more. They left her in the dark. She could not find her way to me. They took her shoes gave her a box left us a crystal drop. Will I see you again? In Heaven? Can I hug you there? Will they let me? Can I kiss you? Like I did not here? For now I'll let you sleep.
Time
Time My Time is too important for fivrolities of egos seeking to shine on my Time. If I choose not to give you my Time know it is a gift too precious to disavow now. Excuse me if I drop you you are wasting my Time with your agenda return to sender I will not surrender Any more of My Time.
The Secret Place
The Secret Place Do not lose have faith timelines may change emptiness will fade fortune will smile miracles they exist still even in desolation. In a secret place Out springs new life rain pours over pain desert loose their claim Like Queen of Andean life rears alive again Edenesque ideal now tamed where endless rivers flow also too dreams grow in neatly assigned rows where you can glow kissed by benevolent miracles refreshed by the glow of your secret place.
The Runaway
The Runaway
I am running away
today.
my mind
works in steps
that quickly
run away
from defects
that scream
"No next
yesterday or today!"
I chase away
the doubts
they lodge
they sprout
they suffocate
to death
the dreams
dying to come out.
So I lay
wait
twisted
folded
about
to see,
the metamorphic me.
The Log
The Log Brothas come to me I trying to save you all in despair no hope in sight you will not be spared. the evil man do catch up to you now is hellfire brimstones! But rest easy I am here, though great your mistakes do not despair I will preach to give you a new day. So he preached he did beseech each man to repent at length. But as he walked one could not help but see The Brotha Man was hinder that day by the log in his eyes but he could not see.
Only Pupa Jesus
Only Pupa Jesus This condition. only God. the sinning must stop. Only God. You can't save Only God. all the problem. Only God. all the tribulation. Only God Confusion corruption heartache diatribe from the fireside burning hot... Pupa Jesus alone.
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