The doctor stood up in the press and said
The President is as fit as a horse!
Someone coughed in the back.
And raised his hand.
Saying, Doc, there are a lot of horses
Horses who win the Triple Crown
Horses who fight in wars
Horses who get made into glue,
What kind of horse is he as fit as?
The doctor eagerly said,
The President is ready for war!
Then the doctor held his hand over his mouth and said
Oops!
I did not mean that.
I mean, the President wants the Crown!
No, scratch that as well!
The press was muttering amongst themselves.
Some were mad the president was well.
Others were concerned the president was ready for war.
Another was furious the President wanted his crown.
He said to himself, I am the eighteenth cousin of the Queen.
10 times removed.
I am 2000th in line for succession.
Not this President.
A White House staffer guided the doctor out of the room.
As the press discussed what to do with the information.

In the beginning,  was the Word.
The Word did battle with the dragon
The dragon was an angel.
Everything in the beginning was good,
Until iniquity was found in this angel.
Then the WAR began.
It was a fight to see
who would win,
the Word, and the dragoned angel.
God prevailed.
In heaven.
Now he had to prevail on Earth.

And as he lay dying on the cross
He heard a voice.
And he recognized that voice
It was Caiphas.
But Jesus knew the SPIRIT behind that voice.
Caiphas walked up and down
And spat out
If you are the Son of God
save yourself!
You don’t even have to save us.
Enough is enough of this nonsense.
You claimed,  to be able to save the world,
But you cannot free yourself off of two sticks?!
The Word was silent.
The one who spoke creation into existence did not speak.

And Caiphas continued.
You disgust me.
Now look,
you are calling for Elijah.
We all know His fire cannot help you this time.
What are you gonna do,
Burn yourself off of the cross?!
Just step off the cross, and the pain will be over
Your allegiance to your cause, is astounding.
Or more accurately, pathetic.
Because of it, you are now stuck between two thieves,
hanging in the boiling hot sun,
about to die.
Is this how you envisioned yourself?!
Such is the fate of fools.
The problem with dying for a cause is when the cause demands more than death.
  
Well, Jesus died.
And rose again
He was the one strong enough to lift the stone
Because the Son of God could not stay buried.
Although he left our sins buried.
He rose again.
And brought the victory from heaven, to earth, and back to heaven again.
So now we can walk in victory everywhere our feet can touch.

Adam and Eve were in the cave.
Sadness had taken hold over their hearts.
They had just discovered Abel’s
Lifeless body.
The first ******.
And Adam and Eve knew who did it.
It was Cain.
And Eve had a word to say about it.
I told you to keep an eye on Cain
She shouted with all her might
The cave shook with her anger.
Sadness had turned to rage.
Yesterday they had two sons.
Now they had none.

Eve continued
Because once she started she could not be stopped
And Adam knew that.
Eve pointed at Adam
Cain looked at me with the same eye
That the serpent did when he told me to eat the fruit.
Something was in that boy
Or rather someone……
She stopped there.
Eve could not bear the thought.

Adam sat down in a daze.
He had tried to teach Cain
The word of God
But Cain’s mind was always elsewhere.
Cain liked to take care of the plants.
Like Adam did in the garden.
Adam thought they had bonded.
But Cain did not want to hear
About the Lord God of heaven
He said with a sneer
If God was so good why did he kick us
Out of the Garden
Adam had to stop talking
Because it was stirring up feelings
That Adam would rather not acknowledge

Abel was, different.
Adam then replied to Eve
Abel is with God now.
Abel.
So trusting.
Until the end
Tears formed in Adam’s eyes
And he said, We may not see him again
But God will.

Eve then walked around and picked up a rock
And smashed it to the ground.
She screamed, “And who is supposed to be the Promise now?”
The Promise,
The one that God said was coming to bruise the heel
Of the one that deceived them.
Adam said, He deceived Cain too.
Cain went to be with his God.
And Abel went to be with his God too.
The Promise will come.
Because God will provide.
It would be on everyone’s lips in the Bible.

Eve was comforted.
But tears still watered her face.
She missed Abel
All she knew that day was that it was the sacrifice
That Abel and Cain had to give to God.
And Abel came to her happy
Because God had accepted his sacrifice
Eve asked, What about Cain?
Silence impregnated the moment.
Eve now wishes she would have followed up.
Abel said he was going out to meet Cain
His brother.
Abel left.
And Eve would never see him again.

Adam said, “Now we have to bury our son.”
I don’t even know what to call what happened.
This must be the death that God said
Would come to us when we left the Garden
Eve replied in tears, There has to be hope.
Adam said, The covenant is still there
Between us and our God
And even though one of our sons in the grave.
A son shall come to us
Who will be the Promise.
Eve looked happy
Because now there was hope.

The queen's intake of men is shown to us.
The breath born by tears dulled by mid-wives.
I see no angst in him, to steal my trust.
I told son Happy birth, you have a life.
I think he has my face, all where I look.
Even his squint is mine, that twinkled sigh.
My son's names should all be in all baby books
Someone raises eyebrows and says, He's a guy.
My wife and I conversed at length to name.
I said his first word should always be Dad
My wife giggled and said you'll be the same
I think I want Junior to get the name I had
My name is the best I gave as who I am
He’s fighter born to stand as giant’s shoulders
You look upon his face you see his brand
He’s easily made to prepare to be all soldier.
His love of cry is just his first war speech
Men will either salute or say yes preach.

The Covenantial Project and Message went up to the Earth’s surface.
Message was grim all over her face, because she had to fight for a purpose.
To free Dragon-Man from the Great Beyond, because now he was like kin.
The Covenantial Project prepared the Isotrain Mechanism for the battle they were in.
Message protested, No one can touch the Abyss Sword, because no one was deemed worthy.
The Covenantial Project said with reassurance, I know how to override its Lock feature so don’t worry.
He pushed a button on his belt, and suddenly the Abyss Sword was in his hand.
And the Isotrain Mechanism was ready to be at the Covenantial Project’s command.
Breastplate-Bearer was still in the Paroah Chariot, trying to fix Lady of the Night’s broken body.
The efforts of it all made Breastplate-Bearer utter language that was not wholesome or godly.
He called out to Message, You guys go on ahead, she will need the Federation doctors for surgery.
But don’t forget to contact back and don’t play heroine if you require us for an emergency.

Message, The Covenantial Project, and Dialect went down into the Great Beyond’s depths.
Where the dead was separated from the living, and those who couldn’t live from those with breath.
Suddenly they heard a shout in the distance and Dialect readied the Life-force Missiles.
There was suddenly Acider Flame droplets on the windshield because it began to drizzle.
Off in the distance, Message saw two specks fighting and circling each other warily around.
She pointed out, Look there is Dragon-Man, and Dialect replied, we must respect their fight on this ground.
Message bit her tongue, but secretly she wanted to go there and even the odds.
Because what chance did Dragon-Man have against a beast, that carried on it a God?
Message saw Dragon-Man put his hand into Frenquenwave’s mouth and go through the other side.
She had to check twice if Frenquenwave could survive such a blow, but he died.
The Isotrain Mechanism touched down, and Message ran to Dragon-Man and said.
You are free now, and Dragon-Man answered grimly, No I am King of the Dead.

Message stepped back in shock, and Dialect responded, He has breathed too much fumes hard.
The Covenantial Project stepped forward and told Dragon-Man, This is the Abyss Sword.
You are not King of the Dead you are Master of The Lighting Bladed Combat.
Dragon-Man starred at the Abyss Sword, but then it began to get bright so he sat.
The light flashed for a second, and then dimmed down as Dragon-Man shook his face.
He asked, Where am I and why are we in this horrid, wretched place.
Message clapped her hand, and The Covenential Project intoned, The Abyss Sword deems you fit.
To wield this blade in every capacity, where Battlefare calls for it.
You see, when you stabbed Message, The Abyss Sword had to lock itself.
Because it was unsure if you were an enemy of Vibrate in stealth.
But when you killed Frequenwave, you proved your worth once and for all.
So rise up Dragon-Man, and take this sword, because now you can stand tall.
Dragon-Man got up and raised the Abyss Sword with his right arm.
The light from it was blinding, and creatures ran to protect themselves from harm.
Then Dragon-Man boarded the Isotrain Mechanism, he was now installed as pilot.
He told the Covenantial Project, Dialect, and Message, Now we must go hunt Vibrate.
Use the resources of the Federation, and in every Realmic Span we strive.
Because there can be no peace, as long as Vibrate and her evil is still alive.

The patient asked his doctor
Doc, will I be cured.
The doctor shook his head and said.
There is no medicine for what you have
Not even a march for people to be in to have the medicine available
Or congressional hearings where Big Pharma
Who have rap records that cost more than homes
Are accused of withholding that medicine
Which by the way, there isn’t for what you have
Because all you have is gas
And by the way you smell, it is gone.
Now get out of my office!
You still owe the co-pay on your way out.

I remember the day.
I am so proud to say
Like it was yesterday.
It made me glad as a house of clay.
It had to be a day.
There is no other way
Because all days end in day, right?
There is no Monnight or Thursnight.
The day someone threw me a celebration over there.
Of the 7th anniversary of my 20th year.
Some would say it was not much to achieve.
I would say getting up to 27 is a big accomplishment to believe.
With not a gray hair or a wrinkle on this head.
Some would say I look like a boyish youth instead.
So when I got there, we had a delightful speaking.
I would daresay I could feel my knees begin to weaken.
So if there was a accomplishment, I would say it was from above.
Because it was when I realized that like was nothing compared to love.
You can be like someone, but you cant be love someone.
That sounds like the English my teacher used to frown at, said it was unbecoming.
But my teacher would smile at this, and say this is cute.
The day I stopped running after everyone, and chose one for pursuit.

Trouser wearers and shorts lovers.
We must put aside our differences.
To fight a new abomination.
Or rather, an old evil in a new form.
This is the male romper.
It almost pains me to say it.
Male and romper in the same breath.
It makes the breath stink.
This isn’t fashion it is from the underworld.
How are you supposed to conduct your male business?
You would have to risk it all
For a bathroom presentation.
To be caught would be awkward
But also justice well deserved.
For wearing the romper
And not thinking of the consequences.
Speaking of consequences, look at the colors!

If you are brave
And don't want your eyes to be corrupted.
Colors which should not be found on anyone.
Colors which say, I don’t have to make bail.
My dad is a lawyer.
It may say that but I would not be caught dead in it.
Speaking of which, I would not even want to be buried in it.
The only use for a romper is to burned.
Then it could be used to actually keep someone warm.

I’m so hot that when I step in, people look to where the exit be.
Because all of them ain’t got the growth hormone in their arms to flex with me.
Just remember that I am like the sky, the keeper of everything that is fly.
I was writing lyrics when the art of spoken word was just a sigh.
Just in case you wasn’t keeping score, I’ve kicked goals and come back for more.
Like a veteran in war or a singer, I’ve just come back from this tour.

We shall fight on the landing grounds
We shall never surrender!
Ask not what your country can do for you
Ask what you can do for your country!
Sir I just asked you if you wanted chicken or fish.
As the main entrée.
His children looked embarrassed.
Daddy is at it again.
This time he combined speakers
And nations.
And the confused waitress was just standing there.

She did not know if the chicken would fight on the landing grounds
Or if the fish should ask the country what to do.
Because Daddy was thinking of the battle
The times when men were men
And everyone knew this fact.
His children just wanted to eat.
Daddy finally spoke up
And said Buffalo.
They say its endangered.
I have to eat one before they are all gone.
My ancestors enjoyed them.
I should too.
Too bad I could not hunt it.
But if someone would be  kind enough to hunt it for me
The waitress cut him off and said, We don’t have buffalo.
And I doubt that your ancestors even saw buffalo.
I told you that 10 minutes ago.
Now chicken or fish.
Fish! Said Daddy’s daughter.
Can I get shark? Daddy asked with anticipation.
You said you have fish.
Might as well have the king of the sea.
Well he was king.
Now he is dinner.
The waitress was dumbfounded.
Men might be men.
But where this man came from.
Men might have started off something else.
But it did not matter.
Because his children looked despondent
Like they went through this before
Or like this happened every thing they went out to eat.
I’ll see what I can do, The waitress replied.
Daddy looked happy.

I cannot sleep on my wings
But I also cannot lay on my crown.
So what is precious about me
I should make sacred.
So I guess I will dream sitting on the throne.
But my wings don’t fit
And I cannot keep my eyes closed
Because this throne is not built for the angelic
But for those who intend to stay.
And I have to steal flight, away
Because the sky wonders when I will be back

What if the Sunken Place is not what we think.
Or where we think
The people we support lead us to it.
But we think it is a fairytale relationship.
It is a fairytale, after all
To think we can support so much for so little in return
And keep on supporting
Politicians come to us in our houses of worship with black voices.
This is God’s house, show some respect.
You don’t use that voice to speak to the Big Man upstairs
When you talk about your concerns.
I’m sure that voice hurts your throat
Because it really aggravates my ears.

But why do we fall for it, every time.
After all it is called the Sunken Place not Sesame Place.
Because in this Sunken Place we don’t want to leave
We bark at people who tell us
That where we are at isn’t living.
Demonize them
Until people look upon us with a smile.
Yes, Yes, divide and conquer.
But we don’t overcome.
We ignore the past.
Because before the Sunken Place was the Underground Railroad.
But now there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Only another train
To take us to the Sunken Place.
And if we cannot conduct ourselves
We wont even get there because we are off-track.

Hershey’s couldn’t create better dark chocolate than we were.
Even though we announced to the world we came out premature.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, God put out a double album.
Because he knew that he would need a second Martin and Malcolm.
I had to spend many moons in a hospital
A happy ending to my story seemed impossible.
I was descended from ancestors who fought on battlefields.
But it was ordained from above that this one should be healed.
So I came home from the hospital, fully recovered and alive.
It was like a horror movie in the beginning, but this brother survived.

They announced there was an additional day
That would be called the thirteenth day of Christmas
I thought this was very unlucky but I dare not say
But in my head I screamed  no you fools what on earth is this?

Twelve was so good because it was almost biblically stored.
Twelve disciples and the twelve sons of Israel.
But thirteen is so unlucky that it doesn’t even have a floor.
I have to get in touch to someone to appeal.

If I don’t intervene the new last day of Christmas would be January 7.
There should be a room with concerned relatives for people who made it.
Forget a Stairway, I need a telephone line to heaven.
Because I am sure that the people would not be elated.

Then I woke up from my dream, and it was Christmas Eve.
You would not think the crazy events the mind can believe.

I was sitting inside
After a long time out in the snow
I was glad to be back
But what should I drink?
What would be the perfect beverage to warm my innards?

Coffee:
Come to me, my son.
You can have me in many flavors
I am multifaceted.
Forget about hot chocolate
You don’t need marshmallows
And I come in dark too
Like the chocolate you like.
Tea is just holier-than-thou water with plants in it
That didn’t even have the courtesy to be cooked.
Because no one wanted to
They just took it from the ground and put it in a doggie bag.
You deserve better
I can keep you awake and keep you warm.
You can finally use the coffee maker
You got for Christmas
And thanked Aunty for in a handwritten letter
That you said you would use and never did.
Until now
The time is come
Put me inside
Both the coffee maker and your belly
And I assure you you have no regrets

Tea:
Pshaw, forget about coffee
You need an entire machine of life support
In order to make it.
Don’t forget about me,
Your faithful friend.
I can be hot or cold.
No one has ever drank dark coffee cold.
And speaking of which
You don’t need the darkness of coffee in life.
I am light and bubbly.
I come from foreign nations
Yet I live as family in your home.
You can drink me without sugar
And not feel as if your mouth is dying.
I have so many flavors to choose from
And you are home all day
So more of me to pick from!

Hot Chocolate:
Uhh, how come no one mentions me?!
I am the childhood favorite
That you make with milk
Then when you step on the scale
And don’t like how the numbers add up
You make it with water.
I come in flavors too
And they are all chocolate.
No need to add sugar
Because I brought my own.
You can add marshmallows.
Or whipped cream.
Because I am like the ice cream of beverages
The amount of toppings is limited to your imagination.
You don’t need a machine
Well, you do need a microwave
But even then, you could heat my brethren over the fire
And pour me in.
Even though I am a dark-colored beverage
People drink me because they like me
Not just to stay awake
Unlike other beverages I know.
I wont mention names
cough cough Coffee, Tea, you know yourselves
So choose me
Your companion from adolescence.

So many to choose from.
I think I would take one of each
For each meal.
After all, they are the three kings of winter beverages.
The only question is
Which one do I drink first?

This trait of happiness is never elusive
It is not peculiar to one person
Because it comes from above
Showered down on all creation alike
The homeless and the one with mansions
All have access
To the throne-room of precious smiles.
As happiness comes from above
We can give it here down below
But it must not stay below
Because then it would die
And then what would become of it?
There would be no one to mourn
Because it would forever abide in the places of the unknown.

But happiness also descends to creation
So now we are endowed on high to create
Mandated to give
Even when we do not see it
The bonds that tie us together
Are formed by this felt warmth which brings us peace
The work we think makes us joyous
Instead makes us feel empty
But the work we avoid as trivial
Is the truest portion that blocks sorrow
So let us rise
And say happiness is not so much someplace else
But it springs from us with open hands to open hearts.

I said I am through
This is so painful for me to say
I am sorry for doing this
All the missed calls and texts
I saw your attitude and it shocked me.
You said that I had changed, I said you didn’t know me.
We would yell in our conversations, but no one would win.
You was acting suspicious, and you were not that same person I met.
I thought that you were not where you said you would be
I worried you would get more comfort in the arms of someone else
As a form of revenge
But it was not me
I thought that I was going insane
I blamed you
Because I could not look at the person in the mirror.
The truth has escaped this situation
You know what you did
What is this paper
A separation agreement.

The world is playing football against us
Without a helmet.
Because it says that it wants to be seen.
And people cannot see its face
With a helmet on.
To make matters worse
The world thinks that we should be that crazy.
We say we should take advantage.
Of a unprotected world
That is out for us.
So we put on our helmets.
And our pads.
And our cleats.
Because it makes us run faster.
And the world says we are cheating.
We say cleats are for winners.
We say we are only following the rules.
Because the object of the game is not merely toughness
The goal of the game is victory.
But victory is nothing.
If I am too battered to enjoy.
Playing with a helmet is good.
Playing without a helmet is a death wish.
So world.
We are the Grim Reaper.
Get ready because we are coming.

I stand on grace, to arm the strife of man.
They call me lust, I say I’m what you want.
The Greeks will say I’m God, to rule the land.
Retreat and make me ghosts to fear and haunt.

In highest skies, in deepest seas, I launch
I can be pictures, thoughts or just a word
In dreams ******, I can also be taunt.
You look around to see, if you just heard.

I can go where no flying thing can, even the bird.
You hide your seen, disguise yourself from friends.
You fear to get revealed, it seems absurd
You always will think, this seen has no end.

The one ticket is to just throw it away.
And once it’s left, it feels like a new day.

They tried to defeat us
Did not realize we was the fetus.
Tried to grab us by the legs
To de feet us.
In a sort of breach birth.
But we left by our heads
To get ahead.
Came out with one accord.
So when they cut a cord.
We could get sustenance from the outside.

A babe's cry is heard
To the country club elite
They named him George Bush.

He told his mother.
I’m off my game today.
His mom laughed at him.

She said please stop it.
You just need to be better.
You don’t have a game.

He was the elite.
Went to boarding school and Yale.
Then World War 2 came.

Bush went to go serve.
He enlisted in the Navy.
His plane was shot down.

Swam until rescue.
He was saved by  submarine
For another day.

He came back to Yale.
Loved baseball and sports.
Then went to Texas.

He lost his daughter.
Then  raised a big family
People said to run.

He worked his way up.
To be second to Reagan.
Then his chance came too.

He became president.
Bush helped to end the Cold War.
Then recession came.

Bush turned to a friend
He was sad in his diary.
Hopeful for this land.

He was a great man.
Bush aided this land so much.
As the country’s best.

They told me
That God told them to tell me to get off of His grass.
I said I spoke to God yesterday.
And it is not grass I am standing on but water.
And God is standing next to me
Would you like to talk to him yourself?
I thought so.

They say
Birds of a feather flock together.
But what if I’m fly
With no feathers
I’m more of a social butterfly.
So when I pull up
You say with scowling face
You have no feathers
So you cant flock with me.
I try to explain that I came out of my cocoon
I just learned how to fly
But some would brush it off.
And say, Be glad I did not devour you.
Leave while you still have the chance.
So I guess I do that.
And then you go up in the air
And get chased by a bird of a different feather
Who seeks not to talk but to feed.
The only feathers it cares about is yours to eat.
I wonder when you are up there
Trying to fly around a feather that sees at night like its day.
You say out of breath, I could have flocked with the butterfly
But I was obsessed with feathers
And feathers just might be my end.
But it would not be mine.
Because remember, I'm a butterfly.

I said that I was something
They said I’m something else.
If I get whipped.
At least I can show what is in me.
And that fluid spilled
Will help life grow whether it lays to rest.
When I have to walk
Someone on the other side is sure to enjoy my company.
Not because I am needed, but because they missed me.
I stand on the shoulders of giants.
Because it is better to collaborate than to slay.
I can see a lot farther from this vantage point.
I see someone climbing up the mankind of height.
Because that somebody must stand on me.
And because the person beneath me did not fall.
I must make sure to hold my ground and dig deep.
So they can see out even further than I can.

They told me
You don't look like your environment.
I said to them.
You only see my environment when the sun goes down.
In the midst of blackness
But when the sun comes up.
There you will see my face
On everyone that is there
In the midst of blackness.

They told me
Push the envelope, push the envelope.
I said I had to put my stamp on it.
So when I did push it.
I can follow it to the letter.
And tell people my address
I just hope people can read my handwriting
Because this handwriting is not on a wall.
That belongs to home or facebook.
Facebook has a home page
Home I could put a book in my face and turn the page.
But it tells you where I came from
And tells me where you are going.
So I don't need to sign it
That is what the stamp is for.

They try to write against me, but their pens are missing ink.
Told me that I couldn’t see, but I made sure that this vision blinks.
I was the only one brave enough to look up at the heating sun.
I gave the drumsticks to somebody to march to his own beating drum.
He handed it back to me, and said quite accurately.
That these were not sticks for drums but they were sticks to make fire.
I told him thank you and said that I would be sure to take higher.
He said It’s my pleasure, and although this is  no pressure.
Please step out of my shadow, because you are in the way of my leisure.

They took his body down.
With the roughest of hands.
Took out the nails from his wrists
Removed the crown from his hair.
Oh no our Lord God, they took his body down dead.
Some thought, He could have been someone great
If he only would have stuck to carpentry.
How fitting that one who spent their life working with wood
Would die on a cross, made of wood.
The cross was messy.
The cross was filthy
The enemies came to examine it and thought it was disgusting.
They thought to discard it
Because they thought what good is a cross filled with blood

Then the enemies of God stepped back
And announced, We are gathered here today to bury a man.
They said he was King of the Jews
Now he is King of the Dead
It was a eulogy given by those who despised him.
Those who wanted him dead
There were also mourners.
The disciple who Jesus loved, now had to take care of Mary.
She could not be comforted.
Like Rachel at Jesus’ birth, she would not be comforted.
Because she was the modern Rachel
But instead of dying in childbirth.
She had to watch her grown son die on the cross.

They asked for people who knew him to speak
Peter came up and gripped the pulpit
So hard you could see the insides of his hands on his hands
Shaking so much he could not control himself
His head was bobbing up and down
Peter wailed, I betrayed him!
Because I thought I could be stronger than I was
I wanted to stay by him
But I feared exposure
I feared death
I feared that he might be right about who I really was.
So I did not speak
I pray he is in a better place
Because my life will never be the same.
There was intermittent clapping.
Peter cried out, Stop, stop!
You are all hypocrites!
You killed an innocent man!
We are all guilty!
God forgive us all!

The enemies said, Now is the time for the wake
I know that normally the wake is before the funeral
But we have to view the body
That never rose again.
Everyone got up to look at where Jesus body lay
But there was no body
No body.
It was bodiless.
And the enemies were mystified.
How could there be a ****** cross
And no body.
Unless……
Mary and Peter grinned
There was hope

The enemies thought in horror
He said that his body would be raised in three days
They asked a servant, What day is it
The servant replied, The third day.
Oh no.
The enemies started to run around frantically
One yelled out, This cant be happening!
We must escape!
Then someone walked in
The people did not even hear the doors open
And the enemies of Jesus gasped.
Some were pale
Some said I can’t breathe
Others fainted.
That someone was Jesus

Jesus walked to the front.
And told them, This funeral is over.
Because by the blood of the cross
There is redemption.
You thought you threw the cross away
But now everyone who believes in me
Will pick up the cross and live for me.
Don’t look for someone's dead body
Because I am alive.
You wanted to bury God
And put me in the grave
Then all of the followers stood proudly.
Jesus waved his hand across the aisles
Here is my Body.
Broken for above.
No grave can bury it.
Jesus then turned and left the funeral proceedings
And the disciples walked out in confidence
Ready to tell the world the good news.

Someday
I will be both above and below ground.
And both inside and outside of men’s hearts.
When my body is not yet cold.
Someone would use a technology
I could not even fathom now
And retrieve Michael Kusi’s poetry.
Let’s just hope their collection is complete.
They may ooh and aah
They may grimace
They may laugh
They may smile
And at the conclusion
They may collect these writings
And publish them as poetry from this time
For their time
To reflect for future times.
But wonder how one man could write so many times.
Congratulations, Michael Kusi
You have just been Emily Dickerson’ed.
I would tell you all she says hello
From the great beyond.
But there is an open mic in heaven
And I am about to speak.

My giving you a poem.
Is like a car dealership giving the choicest vehicle.
Just hand the keys and say drive.
Just give the paper and say enjoy.
I could have gotten it framed.
But poetry is meant to be shared, not confined.
It was like I as a soldier
Had come home from a tour.
From a distant land
But this tour was closer to performance.
Out on the road in buses and hotels.
Reciting for the masses
Because you were not the first to read it, you know.
But I long to see how you think of it.
Do you like this poem?
Or is it meh?
I dread the thought
Of my poem causing so much indifference
That you cannot say words.
I want to cause the same sensation
Of an astronaut coming down to earth.
Because I am down to earth too
Just read my poetry.
And you will see such a marvel
They would have to start over ranking the Wonders of the World.

Hey you!
Kneeling down with ***** fingers
Please stop planting flowers there.
I know that they look pretty.
I hear how much they cost and how long you waited in line
But this  is not a garden
This is a graveyard
And there is no sustenance here
You really should not plant seeds
It is better to lay a wreath down.
In remembrance of those who make this place
Their eternal home.
Because if you keep planting flowers there
We will all leave to go on to our daily lives
And the flowers will only add to the dead
Because everyone who could've cared for the flowers is long gone.

God is recording us, I'm sure it must be with an Iphone.
I'm wondering why some try to reach for thy throne.
We don’t just do an outcry, we cry groans.
But he came to give us an instant message, not just with text.
Even though the text is the Word of the Lamb, so I am blessed
Because this isn’t Facebook but my face is in God's book, I got next.
My selfie existed before time, I was wealthy in His mind.
Because the intelligence in me is healthy by design.
So under my status, God simply says I am delivered.
And to share it with the world, because he made me a giver.

You continue life by breathing in oxygen, I do it via spitting verbs.
My white blood cells make up the paper of my written words.
The pen is the umbilical cord that feeds the paper with sustenance.
I never stutter since these words are alive because of my utterance.
So when it is ready to deliver, I am always standing ready
But instead of leaving you, these verses stay where your head be.
I go with the pads like a football player, but its not a game.
Poetry called me from a young age, and I never forgot its name.
Its like when lighting strikes and turns someone into the fighting type.
Because I try to make sure my lines more than live up to the hype.
These words march together, and each words makes all better.
Because even when I breath my last this poetry will live forever.

This part of my life is so long its beginning to seem like a phase
When the hours see sunlight each day to become months.
I wonder when it would be over, but dread what is next.
I hope there is goodness in store for what is up ahead in the forbidden future

I wish I knew what the name is for this stage of life I’m in.
I hope it would a good one, one that shows my growth.
But what if this is the lower parts of my existence?
I hope this history will be kind to me because I intend to document it.

I’ve already begun to journal it, and so far it seems a little grim.
But today was a good day, and that is an upside of life.
The good days add up to great weeks, which make for a good journal.
And a good journal makes for an excellent memoir, by me.

This poetry is labeled some assembly required.
Some assembly to put together the poetry
And some assembly to listen to this poem.
But I can’t be labeled with just any label.
It is required to label it plus.
The small parts may be hazardous at first
I didn’t choke when I was writing it.
But they will grow on you.
For sure, they still grow on you.
My poems will transform you,
Like turning Optimus Prime into a truck.
It would bring that down to earth drive to figure,
Like turning that truck back into Optimus Prime
Then it would give you great recall,
Like if the Optimus Prime had to go back to the factory.
You can get this from a man in his Prime
Like if I had ordered great poetry off of Amazon.
Or if I got one of the transformers movies about Optimus.
My poetry is like Transformers
You just have to have an optimist in your hands.

because he misses the black and white
and the other squinting
But now the husband watches tv with one eye closed
this is the new style of television.
as the children were laughing
the wife would say
Honey dearest
Is there something wrong with my eyes?
it’s people-colored.
Its not black and white
honey something is wrong with the television!
and giving a scream
and turning on the television
the husband coming home from work
I could picture the day
the color television was modern technology.
when to them
of modern technology
I wondered what they would make
Some of them were ancestors.
They were, different.
and realized they were not men.
until I read about them
of a crazy old man
I thought it was just a saying
those words my professor said.
I remembered
Those were the days when men were men

Today, and yesterday, and the day after
Makes up forever.
Plunge us to the last second of time and times.
We look forward to it.
But keep an eye on the backwards.
Once we are on this beaten path
We cannot go back.
Our eyes are shut to what is behind us.
Throughout the last second of all time
So we beat our fists in tears and rage
Begging for that last second back.
Saying now we know what to do with it.
But time does not care about your knowledge.
It only wants to know about your march forward.

Message and Dragon-Man walk back to the Arurian tower to chase Shark-Devil.
To go to the Great Beyond, and do Battlefare on this evil being’s level.
Here is the Paroah Chariot, Breastplate-Bearer said with anticipation.
Ill join you as a weapons specialist to help you in what you are facing.
Lady of the Night popped out from behind the corner and said, Boo.
You cannot fight in the Great Beyond without the great Lady of the Night too.
Breastplate Bearer continued, so the Paroah Chariot has a submarine mode.
And for those who feel the call of nature, it also has a built-in commode.
Message, Dragon-Man, and Lady of the Night stared at him in astonishment.
Then Dragon-Man asked, would we need more people and what about Drent.
Message replied, Drent can hold down Earth along with the Covenantial Project.
So that when we come back with Shark-Devil’s head, it will end a glorious exit.

Dragon-Man, Message, Lady of the Night, and Breastplate-Bearer hopped in.
Dragon-Man said, There is the lake, and Message murmured, It’s time to win.
The Paroah Chariot transformed into a submarine, and Dragon-Man became captain.
Suddenly the Paroah Chariot stopped, and Dragon-Man demanded to learn what happened.
It must be Vibrate, Breastplate-Bearer said, and Message demanded, Who is she.
Breastplate-Bearer replied, She is the tying fabric of universal history.
She created the Council of the Faceless Tongues, and Drozen.
I think that we disturbed where she was because she was once frozen.
Message yelled, Whatever she is, she can die by the Life-force Missiles.
Breastplate-Bearer fire them, and this Vibration will surely bristle.
Breastplate-Bearer pushed the button, but the weapons system was locked.
Message, Lady of the Night, and Dragon-Man looked at him in utter shock.
Lady of the Night said with concern, So what do we do now we are stuck.
Breastplate-Bearer was about to speak and Message warned, Don’t say we’re out of luck.


He continued by pointing, See these breastplates, we can put on the Helmeted Headdress
And fight our way to the Great Beyond, that is our first option and our best.
Lady of the Night put on the Helmeted Headdress and said, It’s kind of heavy
Breastplate-Bearer retorted, So is a body floating in a lake, so just follow me.
Message piped up and said, Is this a good time to bring up that I can’t swim.
Dragon-Man shot back, No need to swim when we are just going down in.
Dragon-Man kicked in the door after they put in the armor, and said Join.
Message followed muttering, and holding on for luck a Dahomeyian coin.
Lady of the Night took her Nike Sling and hoped that it could cut through water.
Message took the Celestial Blade Saber and Winged Fire Lance and prepped for slaughter.

Vibrate laid in the Perishment Cave, and echoed sound throughout the Lake’s surface.
She knew she would need the Federation’s energies, otherwise effort would be worthless.
Her monster called Frenquenwave touched her chains, and she petted his head.
The army of the Netherbeasts were behind him, ready to make the Federation dead.
Lady of the Night looked and said, What’s that, it looks as if someone is lying there.
Let us go and rescue them, before they go down and start dying there.
Closer, my lovely, closer, murmured. Vibrate as Lady of the Night entered in the cave.
Suddenly Vibrate’s chains snapped, and she leaped onto the back of Frenquenwave.
Vibrate on Frenquenwave said to her Netherbeasts, Now is the time to feast on the Federation.
Message looked and said, I see someone on a fiend, and Dragon-Man warned, Be patient.
She ran into the cave against Dragon-Man’s warnings, but a shot to her thigh stopped her short.
Vibrate rode up on Frenquenwave with a bow and warned, To **** you now would merely be sport.
The problem with fidelity to an organization, is that all organizations must end.
You of all people should know how a Dahomeyian Rulership could be finished, friend.
Message agonized, and took the Racqui arrow out of her own thigh.
And shoved it into one of Vibrate’s eyes, while yelling, You die.
She got up hobbling, as the rest of the Netherbeasts closed around.
Message held onto her weapons in both hands and did not give ground.
The rest of the Federation joined her, for a fight under the sea.
Meanwhile somewhere Shark-Devil was cackling, and roaring with glee.

I asked her
Do you like me?
She replied.
I’m not a dog person.
I was so stunned
But also amazed that she was forthright.
I wondered if she had a type
The only problem was, that it was out loud
And she heard it.
She turned around
And told me good
Saying, I am a Type A personality.
You are the type that would type fanfiction at Starbucks
And hope that there is Internet there
I thought, Wow she knows me.
She walked away.
I guess I was better off.
I’m happy I did not tell the whole truth
Of who I am.

Message said, I ask leave to make a speakage to the Federation troops.
The Covenantal Project nodded and replied, Your Helmetchief, who holds the Dahomeyian Rulership, may address this group.
Message stood on top of the mount and entered into a Battlefare Stance.
The Winged Fire-Lance and the Celestial Blade Saber were in both her outstretched hands.
Message screamed with zealous fervor, Soldiers, Shark-Devil has transgressed the Federation’s Charter and must suffer as an apostate.
This Battlefare struggle will make all you brave troops who were trapped in the land of the unknown great.
Victory is now because death is choked in the air sweetened with the taste of sure progress.
I Message, will lead you forward, into the sunlit uphills with Shark-Devil heart torn out of his breast!
But I thought Shark-Devil was my battle to win and fight
Dragon-Man whispered with concern to the nearby Lady of the Night.
Lady of the Night scolded, Hush Message is the Helmetchief, she can have any enemy prize that she wants.
Message then lifted the Winged Fire-Lance and the Celestial Blade Saber and shouted, ADVANCE!

Dragon-Man urged, You heard our Helmet-chief, Now is the time get into the fight that must be won with bled.
Shark-Devil told Officer Thon, I will make you the Designated Casualty to go out and **** Message dead
The plain was a whirlwind of activity, with The Federation and Shark-Devil at a standstill.
Officer Thon then saw Message and thought, Now is my time to go out for the ****.
Because Message had rushed out too far forward on her Centaur-Raptor, she was helmed in far.
Officer Thon told his soldiers by mind-speak, Keep her cornered until I can come to finish her.
Message used both hands to deadly effect, the body count became mere body calculation.
Because Message was ready to die as Helmetchief for the sake of the Federation.
Officer Thon stuck a Scythe Dagger to Message’s Centaur-Raptor, it fell down with her on.
Message got up bruised and got ready to battle to the death with Officer Thon.

Dragon-Man was searching for Shark-Devil, the one who had destroyed his family tree
Shark-Devil was in the rear protected, directing the Battlefare operations by telepathy.
Dragon-Man suddenly arrived in Shark-Devil’s presence, and Shark-Devil taunted, this is the last face you will see you fool.
Dragon-Man kneeled down and said, No, Shark-Devil, The Great Beyond is where you will go back to rule.
Lady of the Night jumped off of Dragon-Man’s back to leap high, she truly soared in the air.
But by the time she brought her weapon down where Shark-Devil was, he was not there.
Shark-Devil had gone to Officer Thon’s assistance, and taunted Message, my killing offer still stands.
Message retracted the Winged Fire-Lance and Celestial Blade Saber into her watch, and called on the Death-Hands.
Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night were rushing to help Message in her fight, but the odds were against them coming in time.
Suddenly Breastplate-Bearer pulled up in a Paroah Chariot, and cried out, Follow me on this, because I leave no man behind.
Shark-Devil and Officer Thon were closing in, and Message prepared herself to take lives of two.
When Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night showed up behind Message, and Lady of the Night said, We outnumber you.
Then they started to fight, and soon all of them were bloodied, bruised, and battered.
They struggled as if no war before existed, and no war after mattered.
Dragon-Man suddenly readied himself to strike Shark-Devil, he prepared the Abyss Sword for a mighty blow for Shark-Devil’s death.
OWW, MY ARM, cried out Message, and Dragon-Man saw to his horror his Abyss-Sword had pierced Message’s left biceps

The Legate and Dialect watched down the valley as Drozen’s body was lifeless in the smoldering Acider flame
My liege, Drozen would have destroyed everyone on your home planet, and that would be a shame.
The Legate replied, He would not have gotten to that point, because I would have arrived no later.
And that so-called Commander of the Numberless Clans would have to bow to his greater.
But what of his Clans, Dialect asked with furrowed brow and The Legate affirmed, They are yours to command.
Under Drozen’s hapless leadership they were abysmal, but under you they will rule every land.
Does Scmita bring back memories, Dialect inquired of The Legate as they were walking about.
Both good and bad, The Legate grimly acknowledged as they were preparing to move out.
This is a new regime, Dialect said to the Diablo-Robots, as they shuffled to attention.
The Drozen you knew is dead because of his weakness, and now you are my henchmen.
Dialect and The Legate sat in and Dialect said, Shall we prepare the Galactic Coordinates to the Earth Rock.
The Legate shook his head and said, No, I want to visit the Council of the Faceless Tongues so when I leave they never again talk.

The Council of the Faceless Tongues were confused, because they could not longer detect Drozen’s life heat.
And the Legate and Dialect burst in and Dialect hollered out, How is it, my brothers, now that your commander went down in defeat.
You banished me from your presence and even gave Drozen what should not have been his.
But now Drozen is lying in the Acider Flames dead, and he will never be missed.
What do you mean by this, The Council of the Faceless Tongues asked in spite.
The Legate put his foot on the table and grimly whispered, You have a tongue but no sight.
So if you cannot talk, you will no longer live, because you rely on words to see-breathe.
The Legate then put a vision-silencer on the table, and Dialect knew it was time to leave.
The Council of the Faceless Tongues tried to talk faster, but soon all was still and quiet.
The Covenantial Project breathed a sigh of relief because that was the end of tyrants.

The Covenantial Project then went to the Voidless Midst to finish his Federation assembly.
He sat down and used the Decipherment Charter to form different positions to defend this coming enemy.
When he was finished he got up, and said into the darkness of space, It is settled.
Creation will soon be free with Drozen dead and the Council no more there to mettle.
It may be the Meggadian rotation, but with the Federation here to stand and defend.
I hope the Nova Knights and Patriot Knights are formed soon, to bring this nonsense to an end.
They will be my mounted forces on Centaur-Raptors, with the Brackti as the Footpieces all is complete.
Victory must be ours because there is no chance of recovery of everything loved from defeat.
Breastplate-Bearer asked Message, So between you and Drozen, who would have been ruler over the Dahomeyians.
Lady of the Night rolled her eyes and Drent said, You cannot be a brother in law without the in.
Our royalty wished to marry each other, so that the Blood-Genes were not polluted.
Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night nodded, because this rule in terms of Drozen was not refuted.

Wannabe claimed from a young age he was meant to play pro basketball.
Even though he wasn’t strong, couldn’t jump high, and couldn’t go fast at all.
He tried to shoot foul shots at the park but he just shot foul.
When someone would bump him he was mad he didn’t get calls.
Wannabe would flop so much people watching said he was trying to audition.
And he would shoot the mid range jumper as if he was going fishing.
See, Wannabe played on the varsity team in high school  but his uncle was the coach.
And he would not listen to people who told him he had the wrong approach.
Wannabe attacked the basket like it stole something, but he would miss the shot.
His shooting form  on the basketball looked like he hurt his wrist a lot
Because Wannabe  would shoot the ball almost from his side.
And when Wannabe did not make it in it was like someone had died.
Because Wannabe said the rims was tilted and his friend said his shot was tilted.
Now Wannabe doesn’t talk to that friend anymore because he felt jilted.
Rebounding was a foreign concept to Wannabe and defense  did not know his game.
So when he had to guard someone it was like a free basket because there was an open lane.
Wannabe did not get steals or blocks, because he said that those were not points.
And when somebody scored on him, Wannabe said it was because of his aching joints.
But Wannabe is in the park, because he thinks one day he will be in the NBA.
But the time that he would get signed seems like an eternity away.

Wannabe tried to contact companies to tell his life story.
Saying that his struggles would make for an interesting biography.
When Wannabe would watch gangsta movies, he told people that it was based on him.
He shouted on street corners he moved bricks into this hood, but he wasn’t building mansions.
Wannabe said he had more money than athletes with shoe deals.
Because he said emphatically that money laundering was the new skill.
When people asked him where this money was, Wannabe said it was off-shore.
Because he did not want the federal government to mess with it anymore.
Wannabe claimed that the product he sold was so strong it made people cough.
Listeners shook their heads, telling him that if it was true then something was off.
They said that it sounded like he had bad product that was painful.
He then retorted that Columbians called him the Snow Angel.
But Wannabe could not even point to Columbia on an atlas.
He said it was because he had a girlfriend there he had catfished.
They called up people who Wannabe had said were his henchmen
And those men were confused when they said Wannabe ran with them.
He looked frantic until he said that those men had memory loss.
And that rival Columbians revered him as an enemy boss.
He kept talking, but eventually people stopped paying attention.
When Wannabe was brought up in conversation, he didn’t get a mention

Wannabe wrote to the judge and said he wanted to proceed pro se.
The judge replied back and said that it was okay.
Not knowing that Wannabe knew less about law than most lawyers forgot
When Wannabe was looking on Amazon, he had an amazing thought.
They said if you wanted to hide something from a black put it in a book.
But he replied to himself, They did not figure that this black would look.
Wannabe figured that he could teach himself the law like school.
He didn’t know that both the professor and the student in this case was a fool.
Finally, and most amazingly, the day for the trial was here.
Wannabe was confident he would win, he did not fear.
He say that the landlord had at his side appointed counsel.
But Wannabe thought that the case hinged on the stronger will.


Wannabe held on to the podium as if he wanted it choked
There wasn’t a single rule of opening statements he hadn’t broken.
Wannabe said To my friends, my enemies, and my haters.
He thought this is my chance to say what wasn’t in the motion papers.
Then Wannabe looked up at the judge and said May it please the court.
This should be both a property dispute and a tort.
Because during my time there, he made me very distressed.
He was both a menace to society and an enemy of progress
The landlord’s lawyer did not object because he was so shocked.
That the law could be so abused, battered and mocked.

Then the landlord’s lawyer called his witness to the stand.
And asked him a very simple direct question.
Wannabe shouted out with a loud cry, “Objection”
Then he said under his breathe for all to hear, “I am not the one”
The judge said that Wannabe’s objection was overruled.
Wannabe said, “Im not a lawyer” and the judge replied, “No one was fooled”.
Wannabe continued to carry on until the judge called him for a conference.
And told him that if he did not behave, his case would be dismissed.
Then it came time for Wannabe and Wannabe said, “I wish to direct-examine me”.
The judge said No you cant do that, and very angrily.
Wannabe had to sit down because he did not have a witness or expert.
Then the judge said that he lost, and Wannabe was especially hurt.

The professor was speaking
Talking about the three fifths clause
And how blacks could not be seen as completely human
Suddenly a voice cries out
Not even a hand
Or a finger
And says

Professor it should have been sixth- fifths
An extra fifth for what we have to carry for the struggle
Then another fifth for the court system and we have to behave
like the silence is in us
And a final fifth from when we get home from all of that and do shots
The professor was stunned
And said emphatically, Sixth-fifths is inhuman!
The student replies, That is what we have to be to make it
The class was stunned.

The God-head
We are not a stiff-necked people
But we are the body of Christ.
The government is on Jesus's shoulders.
This same Jesus that sits on God’s right hand.
The goats that get banished lined up on God’s left hand.
The God who performs deliverance by the Almighty's finger.

God promised he would take out our stony heart
With His right hand.
And put into our chest a heart of flesh.
The nail’s went through Jesus feet.
But never his heart.
By his stripes that are on his back we are delivered and restored.
He showed Thomas his side.
That same side that  Adam gave up a rib to make Eve.
But this time something did not just come out.
It came in and out.
But no weapon formed against me shall prosper.
And anything that goes into my life that is impure.
Must come out by the Word.
Because I am covered by the oil and by the baptismal waters.

The dinosaurs did not die out, the survivors became the Dragon Power.
They left for higher ground in the Arurian Tower.
They worked on the Abyss Sword, Winged Fire Lance, Nike Sling and Composti Bow on their grind.
Because they thought that the power that killed the dinosaurs would come a second time.
To succeed where the first time, they had failed.
But they could not leave the tower, they were jailed.
I, Jonathan Maine, stumbled on the Tower, but the weapons were not there.
That someone malevolent would take them was the worst of my fear.

Suddenly I heard a voice who said, We are the Dragon Power and you are chosen.
To become Dragon-Man, and fight against our enemy called the Drozen.
This adversary is also yours, but our weapons were stolen by various evil.
Now you must go on a journey to get this arsenal back, and save your people.
I asked them why they could not fight, and they said, We do not have a presence.
When the Drozen fired asteroids at Earth, he disembodied our essence.
We could make the weapons, but we could not use these instruments.
But we will give you the power of disembodiment as our influence.
And here is what your people called a watch, it will tap into the power of Dragon.
But do not talk about us, no posts on social media or bragging.
I was astounding, but I was glad to have such nice bling.
Now it was the time to save all of Earth and everything.

The Dragon Power warned, Drozen wants to destroy everything, even the darkness
You will have to fight the evil on Earth, but keep your eyes on the ultimate test.
I took the watch, and pressed it, and instantly I saw the Diablo-Robots
The Dragon said, the power of the sky-animals on Earth was transformed to throw shots.
Because the asteroids contained a powerful source called Warbeuite.
We took some of it and used it to make the weapons to fight for good and right.
I just had one more question, how do you speak English so fluently?
People would walk by our tower and have conversations beside the tower’s sea.
I took the watch and pressed another button, and suddenly I was at home.
Out in the day, unbeknownst to me, a powerful being was getting off his throne.
Set a course toward Earth, he said, because this earthling will ruin my plan.
I am going to finish now what I should have done in the beginning.
Master Drozen, we are on our way, the Diablo-Robot said with glee.
Little did I know the strongest force in the universe was coming to fight me.

My name is Eve
Mother of all living
God created me to live in his garden
I was made from the rib of man
Bone of bone and flesh of flesh
God said to eat free
Of every tree in this garden
Except for one tree
That would be a downfall

I was standing by the tree one day
Looking at its branches
Seeing its fruit
When I heard a voice
He said come here, come here
I turned around
And saw a creature
I wish I did not
I really wish I walked away
I should have ran away
To the other side of the garden
The only other voices I knew
Were that of Adam and God
I am the mother of all living
But I was not this creature’s mother

I walked to him
This creature was on four legs
Like a dog
But he could talk, like me
So I thought we could have a conversation
I could tell him about the garden
And not to eat the fruit
He could be a friend
And I could show him to God
Little did I know
He was no friend

This creature asked me a question
Based on what God said
I knew the answer
Because God told me himself
It was one of those times
When God’s voice was frightening
Don’t eat the fruit
Don’t eat the fruit
Did he also say not to touch?
I think so
Better safe than sorry
I should have asked God
About what he said
But I misspoke
I told him, We can’t eat
Or touch
Lest we die

The creature told me
Or rather lied to me
He said in soothing tones
You will not die
Because God did not tell the truth
If you eat the fruit
If you have the courage
To take the fruit in your hands
And digest it into your belly
You will be God!
The garden will be yours!
Not to take care of
But to take over
You will be the higher power

The fruit looked so shiny and good
The creature touched the tree
And said, See I am not dead
He then took the fruit
And sneered, Not dead yet!
Eat, eat eat!
I could not resist
I took the fruit from the creature’s hand
And I smelled it
It smelled, different
It looked even better in my hand
I took a bite
I wish I could have unbit the fruit
I should have put it back.
Suddenly my world had changed
EVE!
Then I saw Adam.

I told Adam
This fruit is pleasant to the nostrils
And goes down to the belly
I feel a power
That was not there before
God has deprived us
And kept the fruit that he eats to himself
But I have discovered it
And when we eat the fruit
We will be like God
And not under him
I sounded like the creature
The fruit had warped my thinking
I gave Adam my fruit
The fruit I had bitten
Because we were in this together
As two of a kind
He looked at the fruit
Then he took a bite
OH NO!
WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!

People who previously had underestimated you.
Said.
Sorry I can’t give my email
Because I cannot see how you can help me
Or add value to my life
Will now want to talk to you like family
Will say to people
In a boasting tone.
Getting uncomfortably close
I knew him from the beginning
I was shooting shots with him
Studying with him
In fact I made him!

Excuse me?
You were the type of person
Who did not want to be in my study group
Because you thought I would bring down your grade.
Your social media was off-limits
And there was a long line of unanswered texts!
Excuse me, but you did not make me.
You were not a factor
Because by the way you revealed yourself.
You could not even make you
Because otherwise why are you around like we friends
When we don’t even have enough hate to be enemies.
Whatever we have does not possess a name
But I will be just fine
Now let me be
Like you did in the past
So I can go take to this famous person
Who wants to speak to me and not to you.

I knew the war, it was not named by date
The stream was not of blood, the ground was clean.
We looked at life with love in eye, no hate
Even the peace of talk replayed in dreams.

The war declared a date, this was not child’s play.
This of resolution, decree, and men’s wages.
The devil came to slay, all my friends died away.
We fought until we could not document it on pages.

Who won, the ground, because it got fertilizer.
And streams received its fill of blood and ships.
Who lost, we did, the ghost of death is no miser.
We don’t use books no more, we just use lips.

This is where the dead will bury the living.
Entomb the skeletons and all is forgiven.