Black as a Cowboy


Ride ’em!
Until they call You, “Cowboy.”
Take hold of the reins
and raise your arm and fist
up high to show you mean business.
And, when that one tires,
raise the other one
Steady and balance yourself
to avoid being knocked off
the merry-go-round.
There’s no need to raise your voice
to be taken seriously.
Remember, you don’t have to lower
your head to know where you’re going

The Key to the Kingdom


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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