Trying to catch The gist of this
i am inclined...like Jerico
seven days blowing trumpets
each time... into the heavens
Amidst the signs of these daily news
Or is this, just Another rainy days lullaby
Which plays on the radio of my consciousness
As the windshield wipers mark the time
Raindrops falling upon the glass
Reflecting in the mirrors of my eyes
rolling stream
A hope, A wish A prayer and... A dream
Written upon the face of a quiet pool.
Ripples of my life As i drift off to sleep
Mind warping About current circumstance
my people suffering injustice.
Finding a different truth.
Lying In plain sight
bringing back A different ending to
What has transpired being a crime
from a different world
in time.
As astronauts finding peace
In hopeless battles, being fought
Weaponless against the tide
Reentry, into relevance
Becoming, more aligned
With you and me, now.
Voices heard As unchanging evidence
Becomes maligned
By those Seeing the truth about us
In jealousy or envy Seeking warped retribution
Lying Making us serve time or then,
killing us. Laughing, as we die
Then, Mocking us... Finding our place in this
Can no longer be denied
(as those, caught up in the lie )
Fall screaming profanity,
crying. Losing their minds
As they find themselves, being judged
Losing their grip of ownership
In and out of prison in their minds
Handcuffed
On a prison ship in chains .
Another space in time
Hearing elevator
(jungle)music
of joyous people
in celebration of life
Wrapping it up, creative whispers
Speaking of love and forgiveness
But you, too will
have to serve your time
Upon it’s drifting rhyme
The repentant/recognition find release
As unrepentant curse, scream bloody murder
then, dying. As we join hands, build a new world
With a new master plan, Crossing bridges
in our minds. As even ancient texts suggest
It’s about time (swing low, sweet chariot)
side effects/exploding fireworks
Displays of wildly affectionate people
Expressing gratitude Leaving behind
The smoking ruins
of a desolate, wasted world,
Of wickedness exposed
C2

