credo ii
god has been gracious has given me a life
that i am proud of
despite the details
their folly
the volley of the blows
slapping me like
some pimp
from hell’s mouth
i am attuned to the rise and fall of the sun
and her own hands
eyes and soul
in my children,
the cosmos in us
we in the cosmos ..
of our own galaxy…
the fancy feel of them folks calling us
heathen
but then again feeding on our
flesh soul and chorus
of experience,
cus no thing comes
easy..
they speak of freedom
beating us with
their grave expectations..
directors
in the making
artists emerging..
i’ve always taken my own way
invented the works
words to feed me
when others
did not.
..
..strength to the lovers of light
the drama of this beautiful
disaster
called life..
may we live to see it
beaten
with more joy in
our tears.
my progression is
transgression
against the sky
of the
negative
now positive,
father
less
mother
less
now father
full
of otherness
and the blessed
awakening
of being ready
and always
dreaming this and that anew.
we would not
be anything
without love
overstanding
and
dem
babies
of ours
our total
light to
the future
no matter what we are
or become..
they are the gems
and the shining lightness
of weight
of the heavy duty ..
king again
come to renew
the light
again.
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