A prayer for my hometown ( baton rouge )

Lord, please one day to

render guns as obsolete

as  a nuclear bomb

that rednecks and Swag

will be as pointless

As fish on a

bicycle

and that black and white

will be as indistinguishable

as the blood oozing from

my fingers

          

" it might not be so bad, if i never went home again..." Gill Scott-Heron, from " Home is where the hatred is."

A Riddle

what's black and white

and red all

over?

          America.

                                                                 

" can we all just get along? " Rodney King

Baptism

A sea of ushers in white

led me to the water

piano, organ and voices

surrounded the room with

fire

it was the god of my father

and my mother

like the river, cleasing her

as a young girl

Before god

my life was a blur

of childhood dreams and wishes

and then one day, i got the 

call

I stood still, as if

nothing else mattered

like a film negative

being developed

god revealed truth to me

The world became insignifigant

as the baseball i played

with

The ladies in white

lead me to the water

i step in like a negative

waiting for truth

to reveal itself to

me

Fearing nothing

to begin again

Eve

I was  tricked !

And what difference  would

it have made, anyway ?

Even if the world stayed perfect

eventually, we would have

found something to complain about

Sin wouldve came  along

like the sun and the rain

like racism and war

maybe paradise was

overrated?

Sometimes, a man

giving you everything

isnt enough

I feel my ribs

where my better half

lives ( a cheaper cut? )

and wonder...

A life of perfection

how boring it must

feel?

What i wouldnt give

to be caught redhanded

with someone, with a smile

a cat ate the canary grin

as my only defense

So, when the serpent

showed me the apple

how could i refuse?

My flaws were always better

than my assets, anyway !

Unborn

I think about what he

would've looked like

holding a baseball

i  wouldve taught him

a hook slide

or his hands wouldve been

wrapped around a trumpet

i wouldnt have cared if

he channed miles or dizzy

he wouldve found his

own voice

everyone journeys on their

own path

i wouldnt have cared if his crying

kept me up all night

it wouldve been the best music

ive  ever heard

i see a leaf falling from a

tree and

i keep wondering, did you lose your

wings?