XXX... sects, sects, and... more sects!



this writing of this piece actually preceded the last one, making it a nice segue... i realized that it can fit right here becuz that "comforting" prayer... is often to make ourselves feel comfortable in the midst of the... "killing fields". it's more of a self-hypnosis, a sedative, than a supplication to higher forces and energies to help ease the suffering. yeah... i have something for all of u that turn prayer into... panhandling... asking the Most High to fix the shit u allow to remain broken becuz u can't come up with enuff courage to... be a self-savior and... save your... self.


there are more sects... in religion...
than there is sex... in a discount whorehouse.
and yet... despite this seemingly never-ending theological meiosis...
our killing fields continue to be watered...
with... the blood... of our children.


i guess it should come as no surprise...
that snow falling in New England...
as it has done for years... and years...
is found more newsworthy than...
thirteen... more... children shot while attending school,
even... when two of them dies...
now... who will address all of our... good mother's fears?


and so I say... to the imams, the reverends... and the rabbis...
if what you are preaching does not bring about unity...
And love... for ONE... and then... each other...
then it is ALL.... lies... upon lies... upon lies...
and only those who are blind, deaf, and dumb...
do not see, hear, or speak... about why... our Mother Earth cries.


see! she is dying from a cancerous growth... named... humanity...
brothas and sistas... do you think we can STOP!
this insanity... before... it is too late?
how many times must she chastise us...
in the form of a landslide... or a brush fire... or an... earthquake...
i mean... i don't want to sound like a... Prophet of Doom...
but our ways and actions are leaving very little room...
for a brighter day...


so I stand... bow... prostrate... and kneel...
while I pray...
"Heavenly Father/Mother... if it is your will that we destroy ourselves...
so be it... but if it is your will that we find a way out of our madness...
i humbly ask... Please remove the veils from over our eyes...
and allow us to see it...
for it is you who gave us life... and to you we shall return"...


until then...
i will continue to point fingers at ironic facts... like...
the potential threat of a tractor trailer jack-knife...
commanding more attention than the continuous loss of life...
within our schools...
by.... wild, weed-like children, grown in this uncultivated social garden...
attended... or should I say... un-attended...
by uneducated… but w[holy] indoctrinated... fools...


thus I conclude... with this! conclusion...
without surmise... or feeling the need to apologize...
to the imams... the reverends... and the rabbis...
there is only... ONE... creator... whose religion is... LOVE!
Your separatist theology... and its thousand and one sects...
is a whorehouse of cards... built from a lust of power, upon a foundation of lies...
THAT'S! why I huff... and I puff... and i... blow your house… DOWN!
SWWUUUUSSSH… FOOLS!


Creative Commons License


This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 License.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

why I sMILe...

Image
to exist as a... thought... in a fertile mind... such as yours... gives birth to a single smile... folded upon itself a thousand times... ten thousand times... so many times that... it's energy becomes the collapsed light of a... UNIverse unfolding... where... I become your world... at the same time... U become mine... and everything under the sum of... these suns... is a child of... ONE! thought... ONE! aim... ONE! destiny. deep... penetrating... thoughts... shared... thru U and Me... they're like... sex in the morning... hugs before bedtime, and... kisses while U dream. in other words... awake or asleep... U are on my mind. do I have to tell U... it is the experience of U that makes me happy...or... can U see it when I smile? so... i'm going down... to southern hemispheres where... soul food abounds, flesh covered mounds... nourish luv-starved spirits... passion plays... songs of desire for all who... strive to live it, not just... hear it. how have...
Read more

She... and I

Image
I... wrote a poem... about how the Sun set on her lips... coloring them the perfect shade of love, making them... irresistably kissable, like... kissing a candle and having your heart suddenly burst into flames... She... acts as if my heart did not step sideways in my chest upon meeting her... redirecting love's journey in... Her direction, as if any conversation held with Her... could cover any subject other than... Her... effect upon the UnIverse. I... wrote a poem... about Her... read it at the foot of a mountain, where witnesses swear the mountain moved closer, to hear me speak about my love for Her, but... SHE... remained distant Do U love music? Do U know me? then U know why I... describe Her... as 'love's finest instrument'... waiting to be loved... to be learned... to be played. I… long to lay hands upon her and… coax her soul's music to the surface. She... is the 4 bars of perfect music used to compos...
Read more

the I.R.S., kneegrows,and... 10 40's

Image
these are some random thoughts that strung themselves together, after a recent conversation on the legal, voluntary nature of the personal income tax, and... the self-destructive tendency of so-called amerikkkan citizens refusal to think 4 themselves, or question their so-called leaders. UnIversal in spirit... i still often approach these socially-accepted sicknesses from the skin i am in, meanwhile... under the surface of ALL of our skins... there remains... a world of suffering! I remain a fugitive... a fugee... a refugee... from the I.R.S... [Ignorance Related Slavery] and the taxing of our... gold minds. see... federal reserve notes... be like... washington and jefferson's I.O.U's... promises that... afRakan chattle... converted into 14th amendment citizens... [its freedumb time!] will still cover the national debt...   and the  Ancestors... blood... sweat... and tears... at this rate... will keep new orleans so wet... maafa bones that...
Read more