God Is Good
Cyclical Deity Worship
Empty bodies dangle, human Christmas trees a blaze, each deformed face draped with an eternal hate etched deep as words in stone, lifeless flesh, gone forth to never return, the stench strong as a child's will to learn, smelling like freedom transformed into captivity too slow to escape the chase, inevitability often has a fast pace, alas, where to house the mustard seeds of faith when being forced to witness life truncate, half empty, half full...
Dreams of equality mangled, entangled within a semi-severe deceit claiming to not see, touch, taste, smell or even speak evil, once lesser Gods of a Holy representative’s people, one human race, replaced with the stereotypical notion that what lies within controls the truth without, spiritual doctors of spin aiding in the growth of sin which has now reached fruition, but not far enough to grasp redemption, too busy tasting cooked up epidemic proportions,
portions for consumption, savor the flavor, so bitter the taste it coaxes one to never want to alter the path of racism, systemic and marginalizing razor blade cleansing that cuts deep as the words of a trusted preacher to an admitted sinner and is louder than the whisper of an abusive spouse, but not loud enough to drown out the
internal voices
preaching for the longevity of a schizophrenic clandestine behavior,
remotely controlled by a superficial savior, the tel-lie-vision…
Unfounded superior perceptions of an inferior race,
laced and supported with the ethereal erections
aroused when witnessing scriptural and Political
jig sessions by them like T. D. Jakes, Julius Caesar Watts
and Clearance Thomas types, damaging passive imagery,
similar to puppetry, spiritual minstrel activity,
leaving black folk gone, going, Goines,
but different from Donald,
black masses pleas for justice remain muffled
beneath the religious rebuttal that we are all the same
in God’s eyes, too bad he can’t see it,
too busy wiping the tears from his cries, Jesus wept,
too bad this situational finality keeps passing me by,
leaving starved souls desperately in need of feinting
for that new, unified religion…
Empty bodies dangle, human Christmas trees a blaze, each deformed face draped with an eternal hate etched deep as words in stone, lifeless flesh, gone forth to never return, the stench strong as a child's will to learn, smelling like freedom transformed into captivity too slow to escape the chase, inevitability often has a fast pace, alas, where to house the mustard seeds of faith when being forced to witness life truncate, half empty, half full...
Dreams of equality mangled, entangled within a semi-severe deceit claiming to not see, touch, taste, smell or even speak evil, once lesser Gods of a Holy representative’s people, one human race, replaced with the stereotypical notion that what lies within controls the truth without, spiritual doctors of spin aiding in the growth of sin which has now reached fruition, but not far enough to grasp redemption, too busy tasting cooked up epidemic proportions,
portions for consumption, savor the flavor, so bitter the taste it coaxes one to never want to alter the path of racism, systemic and marginalizing razor blade cleansing that cuts deep as the words of a trusted preacher to an admitted sinner and is louder than the whisper of an abusive spouse, but not loud enough to drown out the
internal voices
preaching for the longevity of a schizophrenic clandestine behavior,
remotely controlled by a superficial savior, the tel-lie-vision…
Unfounded superior perceptions of an inferior race,
laced and supported with the ethereal erections
aroused when witnessing scriptural and Political
jig sessions by them like T. D. Jakes, Julius Caesar Watts
and Clearance Thomas types, damaging passive imagery,
similar to puppetry, spiritual minstrel activity,
leaving black folk gone, going, Goines,
but different from Donald,
black masses pleas for justice remain muffled
beneath the religious rebuttal that we are all the same
in God’s eyes, too bad he can’t see it,
too busy wiping the tears from his cries, Jesus wept,
too bad this situational finality keeps passing me by,
leaving starved souls desperately in need of feinting
for that new, unified religion…
posted by SLUMP FACADE at 6:28:00 PM
Intense.
Beautiful.
Havin'
a hard time catching my breath.
First paragraph reminds me of B. Holiday's song, "Strange Fruit"
"one human race, replaced with the stereotypical notion that what lies within controls the truth without, spiritual doctors of spin aiding in the growth of sin which has now reached fruition, but not far enough to grasp redemption, too busy tasting cooked up epidemic proportions, portions for consumption, savor the flavor..."
"witnessing scriptural and Political jig sessions by them like T. D. Jakes, Julius Caesar Watts and Clearance Thomas types, damaging passive imagery, similar to puppetry, spiritual minstrel activity..."
"black masses pleas for justice remain muffled beneath the religious rebuttal that we are all the same in God’s eyes, too bad he can’t see it, too busy wiping the tears from his cries, Jesus wept..."
WOW B! You already know how I feel about your words. I stay impressed at the poet/writer you present yourself to be. These lines are thorough as hell! I really don't think I'll be the only thorn protecting the rose for long...
"remotely controlled by a superficial savior"
really well put. your words are quite rich, like the darkest of chocolates.