lessons from two thousand seasons

Never getting caught by the devil

I hear the hissing

Multiple demons on my trail

Holy Ghost walking though

Never blinded by the yellow road

Free to see God when I choose

New generation, same results

Hell rings louder by the day after

Demon vibrations reaching infants now

Sad!

Lucifer frequencies catching souls before the sun rises

This fire that I live in

tells a tale of luxury and forgotten ways

Destroyers spreading barren diseases

Predators preying on sunken sun-children

This living has me turning south

Face facing east, away from the fallen cathedral

All I see: fake bleached preachers

snatching the black out from our human bodies

Simple World: dream, dream on

Wonderful plays, it seems. Slowly the tides shifts gears, with the pedal revved, the acquired sense of direction attains a new set of waves. Like a pair of new shoes, the delusion of enchantment smells too sweet at first. Only when you see the decays of the sole then, and only then you can boldly say “thou feet are worn out.”

The louder it gets, the smoother the lullabies get. The high pitched voice from the folk-place is always under the buses. Must water fall from the sky? When the land bears bountiful fruit. In the need for cheeks and checks, the kiss smears longer till the bite on the neck becomes apparent.

A striking resemblance you see on the wide world screen. It gets madder by each channel or Chanel. It grows wilder by the sound of the speaker; less reality, more distortion. The fetish of the street-grain-rodeo brings the compendium of highlighted thirst to a new low.

The steps of the queen drags a little too long. The stare she receives adds a year or two to the tale of the Sheeba and a mere man. So strong, yet her kiss settles easily on mouth. The want breaks loose setting another yearn for lust. Such and such, the silk dissipates and all that was hidden bears front in the room of embrace. The pain hints at a later time, but the Queen continues to hold her spell. The mirror says all, she reigns supreme. At day, her face. In night her cries.

Another maybe. Pass away smiles; dreaming on till laughter from the face of the passer-by rings into mind. The workout to bring sane goes south and sends messages to the unknown up north.

 

Cast your Love Away

Like slaves on a ship

Creep up like a beast

Demons fade away

When I come close

Setting like neon lights

Every where

Like opioids, free on the streets

Banished by those who cure

Deemed legal by papers

Pay me, pay you

Don’t matter

I just want mine without names

Soul never factor

I am just a beast

Like a black man in a cage

Looked from the outside

People, people

Looking into the box you paid for

Can’t you see these chains?

Than bind me

My generations looked to conform

to a star brighter than the heavens

 

Gravel, gravel

gravel deep, young sun

The seeds are in the soil

Love for another breaks the curse

To prosper one another

Virtue enabled for all

These things we seek

Time Moves Slow

From a tree

A leave runs away

Leaving some green behind

In loving all roots,

sure feels like getting stuck

Submerged between two branches

Confused to pick one

Two bites that both heal

In loving two

I am left alone to decide

A coward’s dilemma

Who to pick?

To whom do my love belong to?

Moving slow like morning dew

Settled and nowhere to go

Before the sun comes through

I just want to love

Dance slowly, before I am wiped away

Tales at Night

The man in black

Black trench coat

Dripping of dreams

Nightmares in form of fear

Braced for cold

Winter rushing forth like water

Casting away summer sun

All here,

The night calling forth

Faith strapped in his holster

Bullets shaped for battle

War times meant for him alone

No help needed

God and liquor for guidance

The world consumed for heat

Hell a door away

Break, break

Brake then sweat

Demons racing for his soul

Spirit unchained

Shackles broken

Freedom, daily fought

The man in black

Skin melted with the night

Love a taste, hardly remembered

Still,

His path in the sky

Telling tales of perseverance