Love Believes In Me

When darkness burries the sun,

And the world is heavy upon soft shoulders,

Heavy is the load that is carried,

And despair is the emotion that is felt.

One can become blinded by the unknown,

And stricken down by fear.

Possibilities remain at a distance,

As if these are merely thoughts in the wind.

Unclarity has sunken in.

Then along comes the sun.

Love.

Love loves me.

Love believes in me.

Love’s light adorns me.

I hear Love’s voice, and I can see once again.

Love never let’s me suffer,

And Love never let’s me fail.

In my hour of sorrow, it’s Love’s faith, Love’s love, that prevails.

Faith is restored,

And one is guided by your light.

Onward to a righteous path,

I will know no wrong,

Because the Love you possess is oh, so right.

Never Imagined I’d See Yesterday Through Tomorrow’s Eyes

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Never imagined I’d see yesterday through tomorrow’s eyes.

Hope now blinded once again by the truth,

Of an uncertainty in life that is all too real.

Living in a world full of broken hearts, promises, and paths.

Where is my sunshine and rainbow?

Where is my shovel to dig myself out of this hell of despair and fear?

Where is the train to Anyplace other than here?

What Do You Do?

What do you do when your heart dries out?

When there’s no blood left to shed?

When the beauty of bodies float away like dust?

When all you can feel is despair?

So many days and nights have my heart cried out,

To hollow ears who hear me not.

Hollow ears don’t hear my screams in the night.

Hollow ears know not my soul’s twists and turns.

And blind eyes don’t see my bloodshed,

When murderous hands perform the devil’s deeds.

So, what do you do when your heart cries out?

When there’s no one who seems to care?

My Heaven Is My Happiness

My heaven is my happiness.
A sacred place I’ve searched for all of my life.
A freedom I can’t really describe,
But a freedom I’m grateful to have.
My heart and shoulders feel light at times,
As if I’ve been reborn.
I can see the world with new eyes,
And experience what life has to offer with open arms.
And then heaven’s eyes stop watching over me.
Just as my heart feels light sometimes,
At times my heart feels heavy.
It weeps as it’s full of sorrow.
Just as my shoulders feel light at times,
Sometimes I feel that the load is too much to bear.
Sometimes I feel trapped.
I feel stuck.
Feels like my time could be up.
Feeling faint as more beautiful bodies lie cold in the dust.
My heaven is my happiness.
But when will I ever leave hell?
You tell me.
And tell me the truth.

I Have No Love Song To Sing

I have no love song to sing.
No sweet soliloquy to recite
Underneath the stars.
I’m sick with a disease that has no cure.
My heart barely beats,
As the confusion of what justice is
Proves to be a consistent strain.
I feel as if a single bullet aimed for my heart,
And pierced it multiple times.
A single body is housing multiple deaths and heartache.
As I drew my last breath,
I whispered a little prayer,
And ascended upon a higher path.
I have no love song to sing tonight.
Only a puddle full of tears and blood.

When Beautiful Black Turns To Blue

My Feelings: When will you see me? See us? I can’t stop crying. No matter how righteous I live. No matter how educated I am. No matter how eloquent I speak. No matter how well dressed I am. I can go on and on about how well this, and how well that. Respectability means nothing, and I very well know it. Respectability will never save me from a bullet, and I know it. Nor will it ever shield me from the cruelty of white supremacy. No matter how much of a good human being I am, I’ll always be seen to some folk as an animal. A savage. A gang member. Uneducated. Sub human. A thing to be murdered, and tossed away like garbage, as if my life is worthless. When folk see the color of my skin, they don’t see me. They don’t see us. They see only what they’ve been taught to see and know. It’s America as I’ve grown to understand it. Sad. And I’ll spend the rest of my life fighting against a system that insists on fighting against me.

My heart weeps of sorrow,

In the darkest hour of the night.

Tears are shed inside,

Deep within my soul.

Yet, my tears can be seen and felt.

The weight of an unjust world

Has taken its toll.

It rests upon my shoulders,

And the load is much too heavy.

I’m tired,

As my weakened heart barely beats.

My heartache is too much to stand.

America has been killing me consistently.

A slow death it has been.

No knife to the heart.

No bullet to the dome.

Injustice will be my demise.

Won’t even have time to bid thee farewell.

Another black body blows in the dust.

It’s a sad song about us.

It’s about me.

It’s about you.

It’s what happens when black changes it’s hue.

It’s what happens when beautiful black turns to blue.