In Case You Feel WORSE After Going To Church-The Promise of Rainbows

the preacher said:

“Heaven is determined by how many rainbows you see in your life. The Promise that your world will never be flooded twice. As a child of God you should have a higher quota of rainbows than the heathen. As a child of God, its mostly rainbows you’ll be seein’. When you see enough rainbows, you reap eternal life. For man to reach his quota he must findeth a wife. “

Brothas and Sistas, I say unto you today, that in order to see as many rainbows as a child of God, we gotta look with our hearts to move the mountains we don’t normally see. Love makes us purer at heart and heals our sight, so you see: faith is a vision of the world.

We won’t notice every rainbow shimmering in the world. Sometimes we don’t have enough light or something obscures our sight. Like a parade of rainbow flags marching for equal rights. That’s a few million unseen rainbows in sight. Presently, what we see with our eyes makes it difficult to point to the rainbow inside. Yet, we’re quick to point out the people marching in pride.

We even throw darkness on homosexuals that ain’t even homosexual. They only share mannerisms we decide to see as disrespectful. But we, my Brothas and Sistas, can’t see ourselves what’s on the inside. Often times we judge to sooth our wounded pride.  It causes pain. It causes depression. It calls to the darkness created in the Beginning. When we focus on the darkness, then we become obsessed with the philosophy of sinning.

Well, I believe I love a God who died for the sins of the world. And because God is omniscient, God is outside of time. God is always in our minds. When we dream, oh, and when we think we lose all track of time. By looking within for the love of God we transfigure our minds. Performing miracles within that are outside recorded time.

So you see and understand, my Sistas and Brothas, faith requires looking on the inside. Faith in God requires love. Love changes your sight. Especially when you communicate in a language you speak but don’t comprehend. In other words, “Unknown tongues”. Over 31 million Americans cannot read and understand.  Literacy is mastery of language. I believe the next Day of Pentecost is at hand. Language or “tongues”, refers to verbal expression to communicate to oneself and others. Unknown tongues do not communicate to your sistas and your brothas.  Language requires that you not only respond, but listen and comprehend. To do these things proficiently you must perceive time and time again.

In case I lost you, beloved, let me speak plain: When you communicate effectively you perceive a communication, comprehend it, and finally respond according to what you perceive about yourself, the communicator(s), and the subject(s) at hand. This includes rainbows.  We can only respond to their beauty if we perceive the phenomenon. I believe that’s why Maya Angelou wrote the poem “Phenomenal Woman” because woman is a rainbow we don’t always perceive. To see is not to perceive. To perceive one must interpret.. To interpret we must be attentive to the stimulus related to the matter of interest.

Rainbows make me smile just like memories. Sometimes, if it weren’t for my partner, I’d have missed a few rainbows to fill my quota.  Then I might just have one less smile in my history. Sometimes, you need someone to see the rainbow you almost miss. Sometimes we choose people who point out rainbows with every kiss.  Sometimes we use people and add a few clouds to the mix.

But in the same sky, my Sistas and Brothas, I see woman taking on the burden of Eden. In that same sky, my Sistas and Brothas, I see the child who just wishes his father will finally see him for who he is and not who he decided to be. Oh, just a few months ago, in that same sky, was me. In that same sky, I see butterflies who still believe they can fly although they’re causing storms. Although their wings  never fluttered with the intent to cause a wp-1486323109255.jpgstorm. There’s a few rainbows in the clouds testifying to the sky. We’re just not high enough to see the sun shine through the mist. Yet again, more rainbows we tend to miss.

But in that same sky I see all the people, scared of life, fighting to keep on living. In that same vast sky, I see dreamers who decided to wake up and perform a miracle. No longer content to simply keep on dreaming. Changing dreams into reality. Like changing water  into wine. One the body immediately needs, the other takes a little time. Those are a few rainbows the average eye can’t perceive. These are a few of the rainbows you witness when you only believe that in that same sky you can rise and let all your colors be freed.

So what I’m saying, Brothas and Sistas, is when you believe, God exists in your mind, then you see beyond the colors of the rainbow and discover rainbows in time to change your life into the dream you hoped for. When you perceive God in your mind you see the messiah in yourself, you begin to love more. God loves you, choose to love, don’t become obsessed with sin. So even if you call your husband your “wife” you’ll perform miracles, such as living, again and again. Day to day, that’s divine choice in life. To ensure you see the highest quotas of rainbows, beloved, God can choose a man as your “wife”. In that same sky, God can use any love in your life. To see another rainbow, perceive faith and faith will heal your sight.

that’s what the preacher shoulda said.

 

 

 

​”The Purg: Orientation”

Can’t believe I’m sittin here in this hell- room again; seething like country bacon in a southern diner. Refuting smiles with a creased brow and brown lips refusing to flex for common courtesy.

I ain’t here for your ‘Good morning!’
This ain’t the joy I expected to come when I cried my pillow into a cloud and prayed for warmth in my winter. 
So many faces, bumbling voices, fidgeting glances, and bowed heads holding digital mirrors that reflect the need to be anywhere but here.
I probably ain’t the only one awaiting amnesty from this lesson in being a good little correspondent for the seventh sin.
Probably ain’t the only one praying for a white collar to exorcise me from this demon of ice breaking introductions, paperwork, and communal dishonesty- 

None of us really WANT to be here. And if you do, repent and ask for salvation. You haven’t buried your faith deep enough to yield a mustard tree.

I’m here feeding the machine that digitizes human beings instead of trusting my wings so I can fly above this degradation.

Bet I’m the only one writing a poem right now, and if I’m not, then we should rebel; make a break for it; find some way to bypass this necessary hell ’cause it hasn’t been 30 minutes yet and I’m considering giving in to the final notices if it’ll lift me from Darwin’s infernal Inferno; A burning I left 3 years ago to pursue 2 more dollars that didn’t amount to a hill of dreams (only material things.)

And I know I can’t sneak to write poems all day. Ain’t no phones permitted when you work for the companies that own them. 

I know I can’t escape, in an instant, to the Gram to create stories of capitalist unrest or memes mimicking men desperate for off-days.

I’ma have to lie soon enough.

Smooth out my brow, flex my brown lips, and growl politely as I introduce myself to people I have no desire to know

Hi, my name is OneVoice, I have a cat. Oh, and I really wish money didn’t motivate me to postpone my dreams to hold on to things I really don’t need. 

Like this job. 

Reasons…

​I voted out of fear

of who this nation is

under the kumbaya of all lives

and equality and freedom

and justice for all lives

Not because I had the right

But because the wrong 

has the power

Because the wrong

has the freedom

Because the wrong 

does not have the right

to still my voice

I voted out of fear

Not out of hope

because this country does not hope

for freedom’s liberty and statutes

of decency are shrouded

by flags that stripe red

with bloodshed

For The People Who Grew

​I became that I am

Over time. I was always 

This person,

I did not change, I grew.

I am the boy now

I was the man then

The tree is the sapling

Just as the sapling is the tree

And a catepillar 

is a butterfly with imaginary wings

And a diamond with flaws

Is still a precious gem 

And women are ladies

No matter the length of their hem

We are that we are going to be

I will be who I am. Existential me. 

​I Never Believed I’d Live It…

I am the same me that i have been
Before I grew and learned my skin

Could be the difference between

The human or the criminal I could’ve been
I never cursed my skin

I never cursed my skin

Why do they curse black men?

Why do they curse black women?

Why do they curse their kin?
White man I am your equal

White woman, you are mine

Black woman you’re my mother

Black man, I am your rhyme 
Black people aren’t the evil

Rewriting the truth of time

I am the same me I’ve always been

Though now, I’m afraid of dying.

#ConsiderTheWords “Chains Cannot Be ‘Broken’ “

Unexpectedly, I’m
Stretching chains to their limit, not breaking
Their structure. Expecting

The snap-clang of chains breaking but never
To witness it=insane.
Chains cannot be “broken”

Brokenness is the wrong word for chains—change
“break to “bust”. In order
To “break” chains restricting you, you must stretch

so big they grow beyond
Their structure, to the point, the chain (or change)
busts; meaning it stretches

Beyond its limits. It
“Busts” from the pressure it inadequately contained.
Black folk…,we’ve been restrained.

In order to attain
“change” we have to change our structure; stretch–
Give the system’s pressure

So we can BUST out these
chains. Then we can BREAK Inequality’s
system. Which isn’t a chain.

Inequality is
a system and systems break. Because their
structure’s comprised of change.

Change’s a system composed
Of chains. Chains are comprised of “a system
of circles linking”.

Together they strengthen
The structure they were designed to contain.
Se’prate–ineffective.

Stronger as a collective. Links of chains:
stronger together. We then
be the pressure needed

Needed to change systems
(Composed of links forming a structure meant
To contain the masses,

who designed it, to restrain specific
masses being studied).
Change’s a system comprised

Of chains. We can break systems by BUSTING
chains. Study the language;
Structr’ally supportive

systems which mistranslate
the word: “Equal”, choosing words like “Man” when
‘man’ really refers to

mankind. In other words,
“humans” In other words, ‘people’= links in
a chain, make systems like

“Change”. Chains can’t be broken
because of how they are made. Come on, my
People, let’s BUST our chains.