And It Goes

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just because I never complain
don’t mean I ain’t
been hit by the train
and if you ever did see me
so thoughtful for long
don’t believe I ain’t said
I was right when I’s wrong

mr tell me becomes
of a man without sin
never tried just to lose
never died for his friends

still you look at my smile
and profile such a scene
ain’t no man with no worry
thumbin’ rides through a dream

just because in my troubles
my face never shows
to the Lord on that train
my hurt waves
and it goes©

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Why me God?

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As I closed the door to my hotel room tonight,  I couldn’t help asking the question “why me God?” I was shaking off the bitter cold night from my leather jacket and crawling into a warm bed. I’ve done nothing in my life that justifies my being warm while so many live homeless outside in the cold. Some of them innocent children, without a choice in the matter. What have I done for any one of them? I wear a cross around my neck. My conscience shines a light that brings tears to my eyes tonight. Yet, I know my tears won’t do a damn thing to help. I feel like the many hypocrites out there, calling themselves Christians. The ones who think prayers alone will call Jesus down to perform his work & give warmth to those shivering in the cold. It makes me feel shame because this cross I wear, it’s only a name tag indicating that I do work here. Gods work isn’t done by hands that fold together in prayer alone. Hands must be used to reach out & do the work that needs to be done. Someone’s prayers went unanswered tonight because I didn’t use my hands to carry donations of blankets or clothes to a place where they could find them. No wonder so many lose faith in God. I’d like to find redemption by never forgetting the shame I feel inside my heart tonight.

                                                                                                                            1Love!

Don’t EVER feel all alone.

One thing that’s dope, realization faith based placation like “hold on,be strong…& one step closer, narrowing the gap…one without baseball bats,but gats held by big skerred chillins.. hittin’  home runs, all fuckin day, no lights, been jacked. What rights give inspiration UN remembering GODS people?
I wanna remind you, In this time of struggle, stolen or elusive unrealistic dreams…. Feel neglected, feel let down. Please, feel unrest with gluttony, like here in front is where we would be, slam fuckin boots, you & me. Deficits defy our youth,filled with want. While eluding undiluted truth amid divided lines, freedoms spirit, representation of all but proof.
You misuse our America, disrupting REAL winners, while grinning sinners begin to get within…a mutha fucka, a cat that’s just too tired.
They misuse our unity, we trust in UN just, mother fuckers don’t deserve…
Our  drop deposited souls in 33rd, on a street named division, tear drops amass 1 half…the future cement.
NEWT circumvents WE. Division of our souls, without FDIC by a cast of dummys, aggregate called our dreams, while Lajuan lost his brother  divided by schemes. So fucking meaningless…For illusions of money.

They call it the “US”…amiss to forget… Is that how they do?Synonymous like trust, equiponderate to OUR love & companionship? Equal to like ME & YOU… US, same exact shit?? that name is …sorry, made immoral by these assholes petulantce. 

Feel abused and unthought of by hollow political  greed. But

Don’t inflict self injuries, not for them…

Don’t feel by yourself.

Driven by the livin  given by magazines… pvc misinterpretations in tragic “beauty” queens. Like feeding dreams to be a part of a scene nicer or better…than you & me. Don’t unlove You.

Refuse to dismantle  every pay stub or fear… of a parent beside them, self choked by her fear. Gave birth, epidermis now clammy & pale… turn sadness to gladness . Mom or daddy exhailed… without ease,  photosynthesized by solid gold criticized by dominoes effected by the players, diseased by purveyors of Babylons greed.

Don’t look down, refuse to
submit, keep you, keep what we got, un amid politicians invisible bullshit.

But please, In ugly times without the rhymes…

DO NOT EVER FEEL ALL ALONE!
. Not In this, we are beautiful, you are absolutely… Just fine..

but don’t feel ashamed & alone

While more tears drop,unrest develops…

Sam’s’ cops need rabies shots fighting  righteous pilots… of lil bigs like the good peeps in this nation. Even lead laced sleeping beauties, resort to the violence…Please survive its temptation…. more from head, thoughts of real gold… GODS LOVE preservation …Its them, don’t demean them…I look in your mirror, and I just love you, outta bed, broke of the money that tears it apart at the seam, if your feeling worthless,

UNDO,

Still dream of freedom,turn love anew..good needs preservation, in myself, Inside You.  1love!  ©

Love urself


 When He sings like that, it’s because Bob could BE… he lacked the fear of “appearing to be”… trying to be anyone but you prevents who you are from coming about. Just BE! Maybe you’re the one to cure & protect Women from breast cancer. Become a brother or sister to someone lost without you but instead you follow someone else…only to realize that they are lost & leading you towards failure & complacency. Blind just leading the blind… Amazing so many invest in building someone else’s image. Just BE! Forget needless drama & vanity, judgments or fear. Just feel what it’s like to BE…It’s actually quite perfect. Love she or he … but I will love me, because I don’t control Love… But it damn sure controls me. LOVE Yourself. We have no control over any other Love, but loving yourself is the greatest gift you will ever give to those who are controlled by Loving You. My Love is always. If I love you, it’s because I saw my love in the windows of your eyes & it called to me and invited me home. It’s about pushing buttons sure but Love pushes them… I respond. All we can do is Love self. This frees us from shame, competition… asking “why do others not see greatness…In Me?” Seeing is only possible if something is able to be seen. It’s like Jeopardy on T.V. The answer is first & the question is after. Those Eyes looking into yours are asking YOU: “Who are You, What Do You Feel?” Be yourself. It removes cloudiness from your eye that answers… so they can see the rest of who you truly are. Those clouds hide our true great luminescence. Like a cataract…but in reverse, if ya’ dig. Why would we try to assimilate into any other persons answer to those two questions?

From my heart I don’t want this world to continue bonding into one big confused nothing. Most times we are told who we are or what we should be by people who profit off of our confusion. We buy at Wal-Mart for financial reasons. In China, our products are made by children who get sick & in some cases die from the lack of regulations. In America… we would never allow children to live in this way! Meanwhile…while we save a buck by endorsing these conditions….Our children have unemployed parents who fight over money, sometimes losing the love that no amount of money could replace. The result is that our children suffer an emotional condition similar to the physical version that children have in China! Now that sounds about as far away from true Love as one can get. It has much bearing on why in this country it’s so difficult to have healthcare. A doctor that I’ve known for years (paid him money for years), speaks to me about Christianity & fellowship: how important my faith is, also goes to an impoverished country each year to apply his trade to the poor…for free! Seems nice right? Well, it is but why not for me? They don’t have money for him to profit…so he won’t let that stop him from being Christian. It’s like outsourcing the guilt that we should feel for turning a blind eye to the poor & sick people right outside our door. That guilt that he keeps at bay in America transfers to me, and I somehow feel guilty if I don’t find the cash to protect my health. If you are great enough to apply Christian service to an aspect…apply it to me or it will just unravel the good that you did. I feed people at my job. I cannot give food away for free, but if I see someone starving on the sidewalk…All I have to do is reach for my wallet & they are covered. Charity needs to start a bit closer to home if you ask me. America is suffering from a collective syndrome of the topic at hand. We feed anyone’s children…just not our own. In this competition we wouldn’t want another person to eat…not at the expense of losing a buck. Because the more money that you have, the happier you will be, right? What a game. This is what robs us from the satisfaction that we seek. The pursuit of happiness is relative to what makes you happy. People base success by looking to the left or to the right. We need to change that shit. You are the only person to perfect the beautiful soul that you are. Its EVERYTHING you have. Don’t be distracted and used. We are enigmatic magnets that gravitate naturally to The Love that we all hope to find in another person. You are perfect the way you are & if you live with pure love…Pure love will live with you….. Pure Love is everything. ©