‘Hands to Hold’

Is race going to continue to rule your life?

A sample from Book 10

 Hands to Hold
 
you come at me
you're not discrete
bold...unsure
 
maybe there's a gun in my hand
maybe I've some contraband
 
or maybe I just like hands in pocket
or wearing my earphones in my car
so I can answer this here phone
for this car absent of bluetooth–
protecting me and you
 
or maybe you're angry–
having a bad day
I pass your way
through your veins runs hate
so I become your play
 
I'm just like you‒
generation after generation
passed through
without obligations
to changing the view
 
–it all seems like voodoo
we both–
not really having a clue
‒taking it upon ourselves
get off that dusty shelf
change the view
so our kids
won't suffer too
 
maybe I do have a gun
–anger raging in stun
do you see inside of me
my hard history
maybe my hand shakes
though you can't see
–you're so angry
not seeing what's at stake
 
maybe I did some drugs–
stopping the pain
keeping from going insane
but soothing I didn't gain
all looks like a game
emotions adding to more pain
 
then you come along
thinking I'm a thug
you want to cut me down‒
stump me like a bug
without knowing the deal at home
why I'm here–
a gun...all alone
 
maybe don't yell
talk...love–
let it swell
 
instead of jail–
lead my soul to help
without making me
hate myself
 
I, too, want peace
between you and me
 
maybe instead of arrogance‒
show understanding
compassion
 
I don't want a free ride
just a reason...inside
not to cry
 
I am tough
I've got muscles, tats
my life has been rough
–crazy and all that
it doesn't mean
I'm just stuff
to pluck
 
a handshake
a hug
 
–that just might be
enough
 
I'm a human being
I don't mean to sting
 
just a little bitter
please, your anger–
could you reconsider
 
look at me for me
God's† child
making my way...like you
through the miles
 
–the past is gone
this is now
together–
we can make it all
worth while
if we just remain calm–
approach each other
in mild
without death coming in fowl
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‘Yclad’

Cloth yourself in God’s Word!

A sample from Book 10

 Yclad

in faith
stay
vulgar, ignorance
cast away
 
live in light’s way
voices come
protect your way
 
hear, hear
today
hypocrisy is hypocrisy
it’s not your matinée
to sway
 
only you‒
your individual attaché
you need to obey
 
in faith
bathe
no one can penetrate
when God’s† your main deejay
 
your test
may cause some weight
‒keep the faith
you’re a work of clay
‒a simple, little pâté
a life
building résumé
 
it’s okay
‒be a little risqué
your faith
paves
your way
 
don’t adhere
to man’s way
‒that’ll only bring
a bit of pompeii
delay‒
your thanksgiving day
 
the only entrée
‒your only needed sway
being the protégé
of words Jesus†
 
had to say
faith
can never be passé
when you’re open‒
faith
your main forté
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‘Colorless Birds’

We’re all various shades of brown!

A sample from Book 10

 Colorless Birds
 
a failed adhesion
‒mixed hypercritical damnation
of all the hysteria‒
the misunderstood mystery
hundreds of years
still shed tears
still darkened fears
 
what was fought
so hard for
it doesn't seem
we came too far
even living
under the same stars
color‒
keeps bringing us back
‒justice lacked
white...black
heresy in a broken-down shack
 
tackle the government
‒greed's endowment
keeping
that stupid war's enlightenment
taking it's very commitment
back to days of judgment
 
where are the colorless birds
‒haven't you heard
that war ended
in a blood-soaked swirl
leaving this mixed-race girl
in a confused swirl
 
‒still an uneven world
lost in racial twirls
 
we're still paying tokens
‒what was broken
thought to be fixed
‒all should be mixed
still backwards
the clock tics
 
years and years
suffered pain
what did we gain
‒it's just insane
still playing
this black-white game
 
didn't king die
for a simple dream
 
to live in a time
where there is no color
 
just people
where each other
given no time to smother
no matter skin color
you're still my sister, my brother
 
honoring a man's life
doesn't give war the right
to bury the dream
‒words he openly screamed
leave hatred...difference behind
to each other
be kind
 
it's just time
stop banking on race
look into each other's face
see beauty's lace
of God's† amazing grace
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‘Theory’

Are you willing to ignore?

A sample from Book 10

  Theory
 
watch, watch
in the tv
read, read
on the net
listen, listen
through the radio
 
what's for real
what's to forgo
 
developed homeland security
believe, believe
fema helping me‒
I see a dirty deed
 
lessons of barnum baily
mock, mock
‒jokes on me
 
newly built facilities
doubled barbed wires facing in‒
secured quite heavily
 
scary, scary
what's so deadly
we'd cage for free
 
maybe zombies‒
viruses to the contrary
flue vaccines‒
no chance of escaping
 
just experimenting
words keep saying
 
ants from forestry‒
bodies empty
nerves projecting
continuously moving
‒spices added to injury
a little rabies
making what's empty
pretty damn angry
covered in sores‒
completing the ugly
 
total brilliancy‒
adhering to constitutionality
attacking
a domestic enemy
white lab coats‒
in the making
 
‒no using military
on lands of this country
take their money
reroute‒
build a new security
‒heavy artillery
 
a country's tactical facility
under noses
a people so trusting
 
no real need
‒taking guns owned privately
the enemy
preparing
it's win biologically
 
science fiction reality
is it just theory‒
 
executive order's bravery
‒the gracious heart
of tom clancy
 
creative thinking
‒even in the movies
always predicting
an undercover warning
without actually saying
what's really coming
 
watch, watch
in the tv
read, read
on the net
listen, listen
through the radio
 
what's for real
what's to forgo
 
history repeats history
different means of delivery
woolen eyes
sunken deep
‒in all entertaining
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‘A Beacon’

You MUST take action instead of trolling!

A sample from Book 10

  A Beacon
 
do you hear it–
ring, ring, ring
liberty does sing
 
through the tiniest notion
–every vocation
each unique imagination
 
one nation
stands for liberation
she's not a simulation
she's reality's verification–
there's ramifications
if tied by dictation
 
do you hear it–
ring, ring, ring
liberty does sing
 
no unification of nations
can match her situation
no militant formulation
can undermined her creation
 
she has limitations
push her motivation–
her wrath's determination
unveils against aggression
 
do you hear it–
ring, ring, ring
liberty does sing
 
all look upon her manifestation
for freedom's not suppression
it's an awakening sensation
unmatched by any's validation
 
she is liberation
the beacon of hope rendition
to all oppression
she is the united states of america–
under God†
she is one nation
to the world's population
she is their mandation–
 
being free is
God's† given human condition
not under bureaucracy regulation
not under controlled restriction
but through
the self's desire for liberation
 
do you hear it–
ring, ring, ring
liberty does sing
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‘Leave It All Be’

Just Let the Children Learn!

A sample from Book 4

 Leave It All Be
 
ma' lord...be gone
your grace here...so wrong
―stayed on track
non-constant watching back
since I's young
no steady song sung
I's get use to a way
then thes' be's the day
some different mold of clay
readin' I's be laughin'
 
yes―there in the secon' grade
we's laugh...giggle
what fun we made
 
I can tell a book mighty fine
it had all stuck in my mind
then came the time
got me all out of line
 
yes...fourth grade it was
cuz books were a fuss
no longer my lust
 
I's a bit slow
but stories...they do go
I's 'member the row-boat
―that train that could go
 
readin' fast and all
―grades began to fall
 
if they'd just let it be
I'd have straigh b's
 
now...it's only f's
behind...my skills was left
 
I's didn't make through the res'
all those long tes'
too much of a reading mess
 
this way...that way
wish someone had just say
leave it all be
she's fine you see

I know...I know
beings here on the street
isn't good fa' me
but the truth be
I's still there
enjoying reading
in second grade
with a b
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Teachers Need More Money, Less Work!

A sample from Book 4…Exert From Chapter 7

Chapter Seven…More Money, Less Work

In 2005, hurricanes hit our region and we were forced to move back home. Weeks after the storms, parents of the New Orleans’ area were scrounging to get their kids back into school; at this point, any school, it didn’t matter where. Before we left in October of ’05, schools as far as Shreveport were overflowing with students from the Orleans’ area.

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‘Ignoring Secular’

Teach About Jesus! Please Do!

A sample from Book 4

 Ignoring Secular
 
demeaning the family
corroding society
dictating
educational responsibility
overshadowing parental vocality
 
secular taken the role
our children―
no longer do they grow
 
parents...listen!
retake your control
only through your soul
can your children grow
 
reject their way of school
Jesus†...your most powerful tool
make them drool
show them you're no fool
 
through Him† teach
ignore what they preach
your parent rights
there's no need to fight
 
for every christian
here's Jesus'† lesson
you're a guide to heaven
for all your children
 
teaching them at home
you're not alone
you're doing nothing wrong
 
put Christ†
back into your life
every husband
every wife
give your children
His† light
 
it is your responsibility
―against secular animosity
to teach christianity
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‘Transformative Change’

Educational Reform: Nothing New Has Happened!

A sample from Book 4

 Transformative Change
 
things are done with all good intentions
there goes
america's lack of education
 
in the year 2000
the dumbing down
continued its endless round
all have lost concern
going to school
meant...all children had to learn
      
all have forgotten
it's not easy to teach―
some are hard to reach
all have forgotten
teaching's not for pay
but to help our young
make their own way
 
over sixty percent
of this destructive wick
―those in poverty
couldn't read a single lick
forty percent of the same
abandoned
this education game
their reason―
not at all lame
their teachers no longer care
their parents not willing to bear
―to graduate
why even dare
―passing each grade
wasn't rare
 
pushing them up
―better for a teacher's cup
to end this sorrow
a new scenario
for america's tomorrow
―more american children
for a faster diploma flow
president george w bush
offered a texas push
 
no child left behind
his posted sign
his slogan and promise
to quickly diminish
 
too many chiefs
―round and round
goes the wreath
out went―
competition of the best
in came
a constant evolving mess
 
accountability―
a hypotheses of reality
failed quite miserably
this change―
under bureaucracy's rug
it was swept
 
parents having a right―
their child's mind
still behind
to a new school
they're free to go
this conceptional insight
in texas―
proved right
 
from 1994 to 1998
58 to 76 percent
―third graders
even with their grade-level line
proved bush's advocate
improved
school management
 
america's liberal kite
―their dumbing down bite
wedged their fight
 
endless control
endless laws
they sank their claws
getting their way
no matter
how many unconstitutional flaws
 
from the right to kill
an unborn child
mile after mile
idiots gone wild
without parental intervention
children can make
their own decision
straight to the clinic
abortion―right to take life
the way of hypocrites
their whining fit
 
young adults under seventeen
no more driver's license
wiping out privileges clean
before age of twenty-one
no more spirits
consumption undone
still...at eighteen
for freedom
they can kill...die
with a machine gun
 
liberals fighting to prove
before the age of twenty-one
not yet fully grown
young minds
must be given time
 
every young adult
they demand
must follow
their every plan
the diploma-for-ever-young-woman-and-man
became their cause
so here it goes
―the unseen blow
 
all those who can
―those above the slow-moving clan
forced to be equal
oh! so simple
all those
so bright―so smart
pinned down
with a liberal-halting dart
 
no child left behind
grew a different kind of vine
a simple concept
they could never accept
complication...their invention
instead of a parent decision
more controlling
by every administration
 
no more higher-order thinking
our school won't be sinking
 
federal money
will be our honey
began the lust
for higher ranking
now the threats
continued dumping down
liberals kept
just a new way around
bush's easy conception
every child will read
a forced liberal interception
the department of education
―bureaucratic corruption
forever changed america's direction
 
instead of increasing the minds of children
water-down test
we do confess
our scores
no longer in stress
teachers with high standard
once forced their students
moved constantly forward
instead of backward
with challenging assignments
single control of their classroom
instead of individual ways
doing what liberals say
 
teachers now burned
―lower your standards
slow down your pace
don't make it hard

so all can move forward
no longer I want to see
in your records

a failing grade
 
assignments not turned in
on a test...comes an f
on the teacher's back
their fault
threaten to be sacked
 
children who struggle
now are lovable
we don't want to see
them stumble

or you'll be in trouble
 
new kind of administration
teaching―
now a miserable occupation
 
now here comes
the liberal bureaucratic climax
to all this crap
the intelligent...held back
 
for the mentally challenged
we now clap
teachers stabbed in the back
no more play

at age three
school every day
gone school-yard recess
lunch now
a disciplining quest
 
equalism―liberal fascism
their hidden sarcasm
turned bush's
no child left behind
into an american education crush
 
their dumbing down scheme
moslem ideology
lurking behind the screen
thrives
as american freedoms
slowly die
leaving all
asking why
Continue reading “‘Transformative Change’”

‘World Trade Center’

It Isn’t Just About Subject Matter!

A sample from Book 4

 World Trade Center
(Written September 11, 2001...the day it happened)
 
I don’t know much
all that financial stuff 
assumingly wall street
determines economy
burnt...crushed
what now
do they store records
someplace else
are they going to have to search—
a thousand shelves
are there companies
around the world
to figure out
all that wealth
 
what about they
aren’t the best
the brightest
of this finance world
at play
working
in the world trade center
every day
 
these buildings totally destroyed
all those lives
all that knowledge gone
what did survive
 
did they have a day-care center
did they sound a speaker
how many children were there
how many babies didn’t fare
burnt...crushed
what about ladies expecting theirs
burnt...crushed
what about the young men
not yet experienced enough
in life to care
their mothers waiting there
what about the elders
who hadn’t jotted down memories
that were rare
all that knowledge
burnt...crushed
 
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