New School (I DO NOT claim this as my work)

New School Prayer

Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If Scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy', our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen
-by unknown

Power Plug by Me

Power Plug

Runnin and racin

Through the matrix of all these

Screens, monitors, effects, designs, desires, fantasies

Of technology digging into the eyes that God originally created

In me to be Cross-Eyed

Running the race of greed and power

Down the trail of tv screen snow

All these things all these wants

All these electrons and terrorbites

Covering my flesh and digging into my ears like ticks and termites

Turning the Earth that used to be all natural

Into a motherboard with all of us as humans

Slowly evolving as we follow the technologic patterns

Transforming into the type of human the enemy

Wants us to become as human robots

With the motto of “A people that stand for nothing,

who will fall for anything”

Until the day and time that Eternity Himself

Pierces the skies of the technological balloon

And breathes the power plug out of its outlet

And shocks it, fusing it back into play, back into sight

Having us breathe in the air filled with the aroma of

His very own Kingdom

From Shackles to Muscle by Me

"From Shackles to Muscle"

So many years having to sit within the perimeter of the picture frame of religion

Every Sunday having to sit in the the wooden box

So long my ears bearing the pain of gossip and after critique

With shackle weights to weigh down my hands and feet

Only assigned to speak as a unified sound to every hymn and recitement

I feel myself trapped in a photograph of black and white

I love you God, you know I love you as a Father, but why "this"

I pull and break off one of the chains of my hand and you unlocked the rest

you opened the doors to a land transferring me to an open canvass of temporary escape

showing me the glimpse of freeness, unitement, and relationship

no structure with plenty of spectral hue, just a canvass

Then, as I am walking around in this land of a painting,

a man of God walks into the room of the gallery

he looks upon the painting and says "This painting, should it be framed, 

or should this person along with the people inside it be sculpted and colored 

of the abstract hues within it?"

Within the canvass of the painting I could not scream my wails of No

God said to the man, knowing he would pick the strenuous one, "What do you think?"

The man said, "I'll "sculpt" them. That's what I'll do!"

He requested a copy of the painting and took it home

Once he got to his house, he placed it in his garage and uncloaked a tall block of clay

looking at the two, he began to sculpt

slowly as he worked he spoke to us in the painting

for so long we had been in this painting able to spin, shout, and play in the Spirit

now, I could feel a pain of "stretch"

Each day that he got back from church he would sculpt and recite things I painfully remembered

With each curve of the arm, every time he would press his hands into the clay of the head or 

stomach would cause a painful rage inside me

His music was always half new and half hymn

having my mind reach a point of numbness towards restoration

As he was finally finishing the definition in the arms having finished all the others

he colored the clay with soft tints of yellow, green, orange, blue

with bold skilled wipes of red and blue and purple leaving my eyes white and clear

Once he was finished, he stepped back to see this mass of identity and worship

that he had sculpted with the elements of discipline and structure I could feel apart of me

Finally, as an act of signature, he placed his hands on my head saying, 

"May ye go forth in vibrant "knowledge" and "identity" as God's firm and "colorful" vessel!"

The End 

Acapello by Me

ONE, My Color Everything by Me

ONE

One pill

One gleam of the eye

One song and I wanna go suicide

One token of love and I would’ve said No

One friend to stand by and say don’t fall for it

One second I would’ve still been alive

One night I ‘ve lost my purity

In One moment I would’ve still have life within me

One touch, and life could be breathed into me again

With One reach of a hand, I’m rescued from attack

+One man

One strike for the assaulter, one stripe for the victim

One strike for the adulteress, one stripe for the cheat

One curse from the mocker, one step forward for the outcast

One thorn for your evil thought, one blood of cleansing

That one mother who kept prayin for the day I’d be saved

One friend who showed me the High I had been lookin for

One person who was able to see me with respect when I was hurt

One person to comfort me when I was covered in shame

One person who had cleansed my head by his crown of thorns

MY COLOR EVERYTHING

I am born

There’s bright light everywhere

I can’t, don’t even have the ability to fathom the existence of color

As I grow I see the color correctors of white, black, and red that

Eventually become the skins I understand to be as people

For a while I see colors of fun, interest, curiousity

Soon my mind takes course down the stairs of grayscale

Into the trap door light that is darkness absolving myself into nothingness

I can’t even see my hand in front of my face not even the color waves

That you alone are able to see of the electrical waves and sounds

that the enemy uses to distract me

The more I’m stranded in this darkness the sounds of temporary comfort

and satisfaction get taken away from me

hearing only the creaking of doors, slams, shouts and shrieks of help

Then, I see a lightning strike of red, then another,

all around I see the flashes of His conquering wrath with the color of His

blood striking the sense of rebirth in my veins

Suddenly, the noise and flashes come to a hault

I heard a bellowing scream of defeat

There’s a light bulb that turns on with the flick of a finger

All is white, all is clear, where there is nothing to fear

I see stairs leading up to a trap door latched open seeing a world of color

I had never seen before

Of a golden, glowing energy field full of hues and values like never before

#1 Lifeline

Beyond the Surface

ONE
One earth, one moon
One bride, one descent ion
One resurrection
One return

God doesn't do the things humans are
accustomed to doing in certain cultures.
He has never divorced Earth or sought out
other planets to create a replacement out of
anger of our short comings.
Since the beginning of our existence He has
never given up on us. He's taught, punished,
loved, challenged, and even stood silent before
sending a Son to help redeem us.
But He has NEVER left, because He knows our potential.
He sees the beauty in our physical/geographical appearance.
Our swamps, forests, rockies, shores, vast lands of sand,
green rolling hills, deep dark depths of ocean,
our caves, chilling mountains, the list goes on.
Do you see or or hear earth complain about its appearance? No.
Does the earth have a mirror to look at herself and fret?

My face is cracked (earthquakes)

       I don't like these stretch marks (rivers,waterfalls)

       Don't look at my blotches(swamps)

All she has is what God sees in her, and that's more than enough.
And He knows all her needs before they happen.