we are prophets of grace

the words within us sing out
calling for the return of savage grace

unware instruments of the universe
we are playing a mo (u)rning song


praying through our keys
humble children of THE MASTER TRAVELER

shepherds of a planet's life
warrior protectors of the lamb (s?)


WE MUST STOP SLAVERY
not sit around thinking it is all good

now that we
FEEL FREE


I know this more than any hunger:
NO ONE IS FREE UNTIL WE ALL ARE FREE


TO THOSE
ENSLAVED
by man and country

WE PLEDGE UNTO all that is sacred to us

WE ARE COMING FOR YOU

THE EAGLE is screaming in bloodlust

THE SICKLE drips much regretted drops of once life

BRUCE LEE IS BACK ALL PISSED off & UNSTOPPABLE

WE ALL LUST
FOR A TASTE
OF THE ENEMIES BLOOD

After we police the area
WE give you a laptop
teach you to pray words
into this sacred text
rub oil on your feet
pray for your forgiveness
and give you a crown
you SLAVE CHILD
Must lead

YOUR PAIN WAS VALUABLE AND WORTH SOMETHING

You will tell it to our bible in simple words
for all too simple men like me
who need a lot of syllables
to feel like I am reading something worthy
in this overwhelming wave
of worthy books
i feel like i need word games
and layer after layer on every page

Before i WAS knocked into a coma and lost my mind,
I didn't care if my work,
my spoken words or life bored children;
now
something without a name
tells me it is better to talk simple
than lose touch with my teachers

Enslaved Ones we hear your muted crying
in our shared moon
from this day forward
WE WILL ALWAYS SEE YOUR distorted FACE

we are hurting from your PAIN

We have a crew ready to rock
I am a man of my word
from a tribe of our word
your word
the word

we keep our word

We pledge unto our sacred:

WE ARE COMING FOR YOU

No one stops us again.


















You are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;.