Who wants your
thoughts and prayers
when all you do
is stare coldly –
and with malice
in heart…
at those who
cry out
for grace.
We are all dying
in slow motion
that is
the poetry
of living.
I don’t hold grudges, I echo frequencies
the crescendo of blessings,
the truths we confess
on bended knee
that allows us
to see with
clarity…
those aligned against us
so we declare –
with the Lord
on throat…
to our foes
cease or desist…
or be eviscerated
on the wrong end
of tomes
and removal
from sight and mind –
while you are here…
I beg of you
like Bruce Banner
or Bill Bixby
don’t vex me…
you won’t like me
when I’m angry
or when my heart
goes dark…
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