DEEP breaths…

SHAME ON US ALL, MYSELF FIRST FOR  WE HAVE ABANDONED OUR FUNDAMENTAL HUMAN DUTY; TO BE FRUITFUL, TO TAKE DOMINION, AND TO MULTIPLY

WE ARE ENGAGED GREED AND SELF PRESERVATION,

 ALLOWING OUR LINES BE DRAWN OUT FOR US BY A CHOSEN FEW WHO SEEK TO PROFIT FROM OUR DEMISE. 

WHAT A SHAME OF A PEOPLE WE HAVE BECOME.

SUCH AND OUTRAGE  AS THE YOUTH HAVE NO VOICE OR OUTLET 

 THEY TELL US WE HAVE NOT ORDER TO DISTRACT US FROM THE ACTIVE LOOTING OF POLLUTING OF OUR RESOURCES

WE SEEK TO PROVE OUR STRENGTHS BY DEMEANING  EACH OTHER, FOR DIVEDED WE ARE EASILY CONQUERED

 THE HELPLESS BURN IN FIRES AND ARE MAIMED , LEFT FAMISED WITH THIER DIGNITY TARNISHED  

THINGS HAVE FALLEN APART, NOT SO SURE THE CENTER WILL HOLD FOR MUCH LONGER 

I WEEP FOR MY NATION

I WEEP FOR MY GENERATION

I WEEP FOR MY CONTRIBUTION OR LACK OF ONE

MY HESITATION TO GIVEUP MY STATION, TO JOIN IN THE CONVERSATION TO CHANGE OUR SITUATION 

NO ONE WILL SAVE US BUT OURSELVES 

NO CALVARY WILL RIDE DOWN FROM A HILL CHARGING DOWN TO SET US FREE

IF THAT HAPPENS IT MIGHT JUST BE JUDGEMENT DAY AND AND OUR EFFORT TOO LATE 

The shackles and restrains on us are invisible But not invincible 

We cannot be destroyed, but yet we are easily contained merely because we have no restrain over our desires 

When it is all said and done, the man with the guy may live forever in the history books as the victor 

It will not matter because we will not be alive to tell the story 

This glory we so profoundly seek might be the source of our undoing 

I once believed in equity. I woke up as a child daily believing that I would one day be a pilot or maybe a priest, taking my dreams to the skies,  going into the stars to congregate daily 

But life’s gravity, unjustly clipped my wings with the status quo and expectations set before my time fill me with limitations

The definition of success and its conditions

Redesign my choices or lack thereof 

As I ponder on what my life is worth I ask myself a number of questions but the answers do not give solace  

When was success ever the reason to live? 

Was I put out on this earth to be a success or to live in a community with my fellow man and woman?

This competition I face daily creates a contradiction in my heart and mind, one that says I will be a success so as to be with those I care for, but that too must be  a lie 

For when I reach this imaginary milestone, those I care about may have checked out of this earth and gone back to where they come from 

But more frequently the goal post is set a little bit further away and I am urged on to keep trying and maybe one day I will make history 

What is history but his story? 

Do we make it up as we go along, or do we live for the day with those who have been called kinfolk?

Folk tales by the moonlight enjoyed with those who once believed that together we all would ride the milky way 

It has now changed to moments of comparison as to who has had the worst crash and loss in this imaginary market of stocks 

We are interdependent on each other, which should not be a crime, nor designate us as weak; It is not failure to live and commune with one another. Vulnerability  makes us reliable.

 Look to the ants,  they are small yet mighty they create and lift weights multiple times larger than they are biologically capable of because they depend on the strength of the community rather than the individual 

Even the bigger beasts, the elephants and the lions, all see the value in community and herd 

Our individualism comes from within, the union between our body, soul, and spirit “host spirit, and not a disconnecting from each other for all mankind comes from one source powered by the breath of YAH or JAH

In darkness, loneliness should be dispelled by the knowledge that community dwell around you 

The voices of your neighbors should be soothing and not causing you to tremble  for the fear of falling Victim of a crime

As I sit and share my notes to my pad, I realize that I too have felt sad ,and 

had moments wherein in the end, the feeling of insecurity take over me preventing me from going out to make others glad 

Sometimes the easy fix comes with the use of a black card swiping up debts to fill the emptiness depths 

In the hope that getting the things I never had will fill the void of love I never got from my dad