True Imposter


She sings the Church songs on Sunday
and tries to emulate the feeling the singer had
In its absence, she taps those soon-to-be
manicured nails on the table
and taps those eight years old Shirleys
that even God would question on the floor
She bows her head and damn near speaks
in tongues that even the tongue can’t decipher
She taps the mind to make it believe, like she does, that She is doing all the right things to make it into Heaven’s God’s grace
She can’t wait ’til Church is over
So She can resume how others see her
All along, She was planning her day

Loving a Badge with Honor


Black and Blue
is what they both wore
Just that, he donned a cap
And she, long-sleeves and shades
so the neighbors could reach out
His pistol he used brutally often
even while the gulf flowed crimson
A silent partner to a proud one
Her cross was his badge of honor
Someday, they’d all see her praying
Someday,
she would have to close her eyes
and feel thunder and lightning no more
and hear what her voice sounds like
Someday, he will close his eyes
and relive it all

Loving a Badge with Honor


Black and Blue
is what they both wore
Just that, he donned a cap
And she, long-sleeves and shades
so the neighbors could reach out
His pistol he used brutally often
even while the gulf flowed crimson
A silent partner to a proud one
Her cross was his badge of honor
Someday, they’d all see her praying
Someday,
she would have to close her eyes
and feel thunder and lightning no more
and hear what her voice sounds like
Someday, he will close his eyes
and relive it all

Loving a Badge with Honor


Black and Blue
is what they both wore
Just that, he donned a cap
And she, long-sleeves and shades
so the neighbors could reach out
His pistol he used brutally often
even while the gulf flowed crimson
A silent partner to a proud one
Her cross was his badge of honor
Someday, they’d all see her praying
Someday,
she would have to close her eyes
and feel thunder and lightning no more
and hear what her voice sounds like
Someday, he will close his eyes
and relive it all

The Key to the Kingdom


trees021

Like a password

to enter God’s kingdom

A code is placed on the door

for only those worthy

of entering

Troubles at the altar

when left unattended

by those who have no faith

no structure

Not avoiding His Holiness

only daring Him to perform a miracle

of banishment and approval to leave

Taking what is not there’s

Giving pain by removing goodness

But where is the true fault

in Man’s judgment

to say All are Welcomed?

Those faithful patrons who

sit to hear the message

of the day

in hopes of chasing, warding, fending

the wicked away

Unable to forget how their given

riches were absconded from His House

think they helped furnish it

Malice joins them

Though their presence is congratulated

Forgiveness is the theme

Lo, for some it’s just a dream