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Lament of a Psalmist

lament

You can feel intimate with a militant. 

They seem so real, yet when you touch them, you feel silicone. 

But God said! So their thus said is legitimate. 

Ignorant innocents are impudent kites

Hold on or be hung by string theory

Holy rollers become weed smokers.

Unnoticed, Moses became the Joker

Deleting pixels for their picture a bat symbol, not magnum opus

Hopeful loyalists practice upper lip stiffness as wisdom

Won’t take a knee or comb the heir to the family business.

Live in a dragons den whispering their knowledge of the litmus.

This divine monopoly’s a comedy of vapours and groupthink.

Where the audience is clowned for pointing out it stinks.

Rub sticks and create fire or feel the sword like molar of holy rollers

Code masters unmask the mode of most high and create players to sacrifice.

Who am I?

A born sinner, a dinner, a lost soul to a soul winner that won’t vary the bait.

Space invaders, snipers, rangers marshal the momentum of the naysayer.

Demon days filled with gorillas, gargoyles and goblins are a Lord’s Prayer.

Whose frames do you wear? Do you die or dare? Be a black life, matter?

I see red tape masters speak tongues in monotones like heaven’s got their name on the deed.

With all of these gang signs and storms seen I’m falling through my flaws.

My moorings are unsure and I’m dying to breathe, searching for answers.

If the real God we can’t see, is it because of us or gospel gangsters?

 

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Dusted

leaving home

I was a Lego brick on heaven’s tables with ambitions of being Babel

It would be gravy if I trained well.

I wore the King James label like Air Jordans as an enabler to tap the mike

Cutting shapes for the sake of grand designs lit the eyes.

This mind was primed to freehand more than stencil.

The palette was filled with many colours yet I could only use one

Chew the word and bite your tongue, a babbling baby is free speech.

Slap you with psalms 1 -1 take the p when they reach

They besmirch and beseech the only souls that matter are those of their feet.

Watch how you breathe for Bruce Banner can’t stand spanners in the manor.

What’s love for the poets if you put slammers in the slammer.

Play hangman with every hang up, kill a so-called joker if they stand up

Raise your voice or raise the standard, one day I put my hands up

See I’d chewed on the green grass of home like it was magnanimous manna

How can you be two-faced if you don’t know you’ve got a mask on?

Why fight when I was rapt in the moment that my modem connected.

I didn’t know the download had been infected.

Exceptions and rules wisdom and fools the best fell afoul of while many played chicken.

To challenge was to play hopscotch in a minefield.

Jet fuel from a pulpit could melt your steel if you didn’t have the minerals

They built you so they can kill you.

They built you so they can kill, you.

I’d heed them and repent for I’m a heathen, seedling of evil if I believed them.

I counted years as days, days as hours, hours as minutes and in 15 I’d lost 30

In his eyes were fire and from his mouth swords but this revelation was not written by John.

The shoes I walked in were gone. Was heaven under new management?

Thought I was strapped in! Madness!

Stunned, I snapped into a coma, knowing I could explode at any moment.

Burnt by the cold and homeless, I should have known this was coming.

As the truth created fractions, my history was flagged to be deleted.

I learned that secrets were common knowledge and life hacking wasn’t to make things easier

So I vowed I wouldn’t give them flowers when they’ve kicked the bucket just to keep up appearances.

I’m no longer dumbfounded by the conceited for the mask has fallen.

They put karma’s face on the coin so I dare them to call it.

 

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D’flat

Politricks and blind mice, another roll of the dice, the game’s heavy but my spot, light.

Cold winters, the deception of perpetual match fixing.

The depression of a war from the trenches sustained.

Whose game is it anyway?
I know crooked paths because I see straight.

If apathy is your pillow, you could die in your sleep.
Sometimes you’ve got to swim in the creek.

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Haiku: Miss Direction

Clouds navigating

Sound of speed grating

I am neutral, in traffic

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You didn’t know

Have you ever been picked at
Like Prince, Hendrix and Santana fighting for the best solo at the same time on the same guitar
Have you ever been kicked around the park because you couldn’t see in the dark
Pinched every time you flinched because one finger held a fork wrong
Been stabbed by a forked tongue,
Bruised like fallen apples though you’d barely been a seed
Have you ever started to bleed so much your heart screamed in silence
Caressed by looks of violence
Wisdom deemed disrespectful to age
Pulped in a bloody rage because manhood was not a life stage and
Now they choose to perform….on you
Travails dismissed like the truth in a court of kangaroos and Joeys
but
Nobody wants to know how you doin
Cold shoulders 360 below zero only warm to being a hero if like a fish
You are battered
Warmed to proving that the only demands that matter aren’t yours
When all you remember is the pause while you got played
Have you ever faced war on your best earth for not being the right gradient
For achieving Palladium not platinum and for them its embarrassing
Have you ever
Ever been made to work now and play later because it will pay later
Only to end up in debt to time
Spending all your life on the grind and rarely flowering
Showered in towering cynicisms because even when its not a sin it, just isn’t
Good enough
Find yourself good at stuff but you ain’t rough and tumble enough
Too humble, too nice, you help folk walk
Youo stumble through sacrifice to sacrifice and all they do is
Ink a black mark over a bad start
Nobody holds a ladder or a door you look to the river for help
All you see are black stars
Have you ever,
Been picked at like a vulture and an eagle fighting for antelope
Only to find with your best qualities folk elope into the distance
Like all your time and persistence and divine given visions were stolen
And all those principles they told you never to break were broken
by those who broke you and built you to know them
Have you ever
Had to provide a tour through a city of many gates and turns
Where road burns and cuts gave way to the if’s and buts yet still
You found a way to feel until the moment they got real and left
Have you never
Wanted attention despite being nurtured ot be pensive
That when you cry danger folk call you defensive or overly sensitive before they
choke you
I don’t know if they told you that I have
I don’t know if you know how if feels to be the last one earth in an overcrowded citadel
I don’t know if you will ever know like I do but now
You know me well

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