MANY VOICES

I hear many voices

But who’s speaking?

Am I to listen to the voices

Or to know who’s speaking?

Will listening to the voices

Help me know who’s speaking?

Or will the voices

Distract me from who’s speaking?

Though my soul is constantly tormented by the surrounding voices

My dear heart pants to hear who’s speaking

Like the hungry soul of a pilgrim looking for direction

In a wilderness with many roads and deception

I wish I could be alone with no voices

But true silence only exist outside of the land of the living.

Please, who can help me filter these voices?

For my existence is tied to identifying and following the one who’s speaking.

CYCLE

I know we were all created in God’s image

The oppressors say ‘all fingers are not equal’

We believe this from our youth

A well advertised fallacy of composition

How can we be so fooled?

They sold us the drugs

Saying it’s for our recreation

We took in the Kool-Aid

And now we are wasting away

Falling like leaves in Fall

Instead of flourishing like Poets in Autumn

We buy them with our life savings

Now they disenfranchised us as mentally unstable.

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The Things I See

The things I see

Eyes have not seen

Ears have not heard

A new identity is needed

Rather, a renewed identity

One only love can give

And only love can preserve

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The things I see

Mouth cannot tell

They’re unlawful to utter

Not that they’re unlawful

They just don’t appeal to the senses

They are the unrefined gold

Stored in a deserted building.

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The things I see

They scare me to death

But are the reason for my living

The dream of promised land in the land of captivity

A million kids with all identity going to school

From the land of hopelessness

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The things I see

A vision beyond human percipience

But with your renewed identity

You can catch the glimpse and refine the gold

And from the land of hopelessness

Love, faith and hope fill the nations.