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POETIC FLOW
Bibles over Bullets
This is my heater
This is what rides with me while strapped in my two-seater
This becomes the air that I breathe when I need that oxygen breather
When the world goes dark and light is unseen
I pull out my strap and tell the world “2 Corinthians 7:14”
The madness of which side we’ve got to choose all seems like a bad dream
This is the reality we may live in, but I’ve implemented a different scheme
One that doesn’t require AR’s, AK’s or a semi-automatic
One that eliminates bullets raining down and making our world less traumatic
The only weapons you refer to is on Isaiah 54:17
No weapon forged against you will prevail, make your world more serene
Proverbs 27:17 is perfect for forming your own team
Reading Deuteronomy 28:11-13 becomes my way of saying “C.R.E.A.M”
Want to spread your wings and soar to a new height?
Isaiah 40:31 gets you inspired to take flight
Choosing a side and answering with bullets are officially no longer in sight
Because I’ve got the weapon I need to win this fight
I’ll be happy to load up your arsenal as well
Let’s put the guns and animosity away and fill this in a brain cell
Instead of bloodshed, we can have spirituality flow through our well
Bibles over bullets, let’s send violence and enmity all the way down to hell
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Tortoise and the Hare
Call me slow, call me weak, call out my nimble two feet
Tell me I can’t go, say my future is bleak and tell me I’ll face defeat
Share your skill, go ahead and brag, tell me I’m no match
I’ll still go uphill, put your game in a bag and show you you’re the egg that wouldn’t hatch
I grind until I shine, I go out and get mine
Regardless of time, I’m all about refusing to fall behind
Unlike you, I don’t fall asleep on no road
Feeling sad and blue? Should’ve never slept on that road
These nimble two feet? The ones you mocked?
They got you to taste defeat. Now your morale is rocked
This is what happens when you challenge me on a dare
I’m living that tortoise life, I won my race and I don’t sleep like no hare
(Editor’s note: the inspiration behind this poem came from a group of student-athletes from the Richmond/El Cerrito area, one of the worst places to live with a high crime and homicide rate. The kids are not only using the sport of football to get out of a crime-plagued community, but using the Aesop Fables’ book “The Tortoise and the Hare” as inspiration.)
My Rosary
You’re all-white everything, and you hang where I can see
Before long drives, it’s you I look to before I flee
Your presence alone makes this trip worth while
You make me feel safe no matter the long mile
As I put my foot on the gas, you never move or budge
And if I have a grudge, you swing in front reminding me to not judge
From place to place, you’re always within eye sight
From city to beach, you keep me alive from day until night
The key stars the engine, but it’s you who keeps me afloat
Even if I feel like I’m treading, I look to you to give me a positive mental note
No matter where I go, you’re always riding with me
You’re my No. 1 passenger, always riding with me, my rosary
From The Ground I Rose
From the ground I rose, was once down to my last nickel
Put my trust in my circle, but some got exposed as fickle
Demanded for cash, then wanted me out
Trapped inside my car, hate and frustration forced me to shout
Nearly wept and slept on concrete, that could’ve been my permanent home
Where was I going to eat or live occupied my thought process in my dome
But a door swung open, was given a new ceiling
Slowly but surely, in came a new healing
From the ground I rose, discovered a place where I started at 25K
Living that dream job, Monday through Saturday
Doing what I love, adjusting to a new city life
Married to the game, this job was really my wife
But a lack of love was given back to me in return
Was snitched on and told “I’m not good enough,” officially left out to burn
But instead of leaving my career dead and out to dry
I’ve risen and evolved, while they self-destruct and cry
From the ground I rose, once woke up with a strange pain
Couldn’t walk or move, felt the hurt in every blood vein
My fists can’t close, can’t get out of bed
Thoughts of ALS crept inside my head
Would I ever move again? Tears flowed as I asked that in my mind
Would I ever do what I love again? Didn’t want no death certificate to be signed
But through prayer and strength, a death nail got blown away in a breeze
Walking and moving, now a survivor of Still’s Disease
From the ground you can rise, no matter how hard you fall
No matter if that obstacle is a hurdle or a wall
Survived poverty, unemployment and a virus
Faith and perseverance can get you to overcome any crisis
Just got to trust and believe, put the gloves on and scrap
Even if you fall, it doesn’t mean you’ll stay in the trap
Failure or success, only one can get chose
Failure can’t keep me grounded, because from the ground I rose
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