SIGNS

THE PARTY!
A small boy sits at a party
hoping to be able to participate
with all the others
He pays his dues and waits
for recognition

The police came
The truth disclosed
The money was spent to buy death
For you see, it was a type of gang
which kills for honor
You know, where the strongest live
and the weak die
They're paid for the killing of the weak

Just how many babies will
$28,500 kill?

Do you see it as an honor affair?

I pray that God will allow you
to make right
all that you have chosen
that leads to the death
of the weak
of the innocent

I pray that
from this day forward
you will purely and fully
know the entire evil
of the
host of the party

"There's no true Freedom, friend,
when the innocent are murdered
and the wealthy go unpunished"

If you hope to live in safety
you must learn to pass through the rivers
in Covenant with God

The United States
prefers to stand as a nation
apart from God
It, too, will not pass safely
because it has broken Covenant with God
and its very cornerstone of rights
has become
the death of the innocent
God's very creation

JOSHUA 4
~

Speak out for the children!

The young child lay asleep
The young woman stayed up late and prayed
The young man stood before a battle
unsure of his will-power

The moon hung in the still black sky
as people huddled in their homes and talked in whispers
The men were gone
off to fight their own battles
And no one felt safe

The young child lay safe in the womb
still
silent
peaceful
little could he fathom
the outside world
and its approaching dangers

The young woman walked the quiet street
consumed with fear
Would the prayers be answered
for her young bridegroom
fighting unknown, unimaginable battles
countless miles away?

The men grouped together
the sky lit by a red blaze
Weapons slung absently on their shoulders
they schemed their next advance
but knew nothing of the enemy in their midst

The young child felt safe
though he knew not what safe was
though he knew not fear nor its meaning
he somehow felt safest of all
Little did he know
even less could he comprehend
that he had no "right" to life

There would be no light of day
no sorrow to comfort
no tears to dry
no pain or joy
not even a first smile
to grace his small countenance

The young men fight their war
the young women pray their prayers
both have strength to carry through
even if just for today
There are losses
yes
but those losses are wept
There are lives lost
yes
but those lives have been lived
Fight for them
Pray with them
Help carry them through
if you must
But also
consider the children

The young child within the womb
has no voice
and little strength
He cannot fight his war
for he has not yet learned
the hatred of the world
He does not know that betrayal lurks
in this safest of earthly places

Does he not also deserve the chance
to live
to fight
to pray?

Stand for the children
Speak as they cannot
Use your strength
and voice to carry them through
Fight for the sake of your soul
and pray for the sake of theirs
Know
the enemy they face
is the greatest enemy of your own race

Don't stand by and do nothing

Research the facts
Identify the enemy
Defend your people

Their blood cries out
Don't turn a deaf ear
Don't remain silent
Give voice
to their plight
Give them the right to life

Speak out for the children
before it's too late
The battle comes swiftly
to steal those who will not

Just think
What if it were you?
Because one day it could be

You think you are safe
But so do they

***

"Abortion is the No. 1 cause of death
in the African-American community ...
the 2006 census shows that the black population
in the United States has fallen below the numbers needed
to sustain it."

"Abortion affects the African-American community
more than any other ethnic group in the country."

"More than 1,400 African-American children
are aborted each day in the United States."

"Between 1882 and 1962, 3446 blacks were lynched.
That number is surpassed in less than three days by abortion."

"Abortion is genocide.
It has had a greater affect on the African-American
community than slavery itself."

"Are we being targeted?
Isn't that genocide?
We are the only minority in America
that is on the decline in population.
If the current trend continues,
by 2038 the black vote will be insignificant."

cry justice   cry freedom   cry action
before it's too late

***

A NEW DAY

PUT ASIDE
THE GOOD DEEDS
THE WORDS OF MENTORING
THE MASK OF A KING
THE CONFIDENCE OF A MASTER
THE MONEY EARNED WITH TIME AND SWEAT
THE SCRIPTS THAT FORETELL HISTORY'S LOSS
PUT ASIDE
ALL THERE IS
TO BECOME
STILL
MORE

OF COURSE, YOU CANNOT DO THIS ALONE
THERE IS NO TRUE MENTOR
FOR THIS TYPE OF
ACTION
NO
IT WILL SURELY TAKE MORE
MUCH MORE

And unto you, Denzel,
I have been "assigned" to pray
for your complete transformation
unto God's Perfect Will
His Divine Path
His utmost for your Highest
the infusion
of
Jesus Christ, Himself

I'm not saying that you haven't done well
You have surpassed,
even what you have hoped for
and yet, friend,
there is MORE
and I am here to guarantee
that you become
every ounce
of that man
who will speak to millions
not just about teachers and mentors
and students who try hard
and master their realm
but
there is more to speak of
You will know what this is in the coming days
but not until you're fully ready
Terah

AND UNTO MY SON
I GRANT WISDOM TO KNOW
POWER TO CHANGE
POSITION TO CAUSE UPRISING
UNTO MY SON
I GRANT KNOWLEDGE TO SURPASS
ANOINTING TO COMMISSION
STRENGTH TO GO BEYOND
WHAT HAS BEEN REACHED BEFORE

IN TIME, FRIEND

IN TIME

GOD

9/14/07
"Take my hand," I cry out
but they turn away
they turn and walk away

I struggle to find the way to be made complete
I look to find a way to be made whole
I search out the answers to my quest
but I return
empty
confused
just as fallen and cursed
as the one who came before me

Who will lead my heart aright and quiet my fears
when the journey is dark and in the sky looms a storm?
I have heard of those who have passed this road
but I follow their instruction and only seem to slip in the mud
I only seem to go downhill
I am trying to climb a mountain, and yet,
so much pulls me to the foot of its great stony heights
so much stands in the way and leads me off path
and back to where I started

When I fall
I get up again
with more enthusiasm and passion to accomplish
the remarkable - the unchallengeable
I have an anger and a driving ambition that pushes me
to strive to be better than the last time I tried
but I keep falling
I keep failing
I keep slipping lower and lower

It is dark and dank and I feel horrible
I fear Hell, but I know hell on earth the more I live
Is there no way to rise above?
"Take my hand," I cry
but it falls silent as soon as it leaves my lips
and I know it does not go beyond my own earshot
I know it does not matter how loud or how desperate it sounds
because no one hears the cry I cry
no one knows what lies buried behind eyes
of hope and wonder
no one knows the depth of my soul now chained
no one knows the constant ponderings
of the eternal realm and its fierce battle
to claim me in bone and flesh 

My soul cries out now
but who can read its helpless creed written
in wounds and woes of affliction?
No, I know no one can see this anguish within
Do I fail to put into words what I am feeling
and what I am ultimately looking for now?
Do the ones who claim to love me simply not care?
Where are you, hero?
You claim that there are hands to help and hands to guide
but I fail to find one to grasp my own

There are great people who go before
who found hands to help and hands to hold
Why am I so different?
Where is the hand to guide me?

I see those who help and were helped
and they are not that different from myself
They seem to have hope and success
and the chance to make their voice heard
for a decade or so
but still
what separates us?

I cry out still
but my cry is silent
within my heart it echos still with the pain
of my youth and the pain of a thousand deaths died since then
I look for a father, a hero, a guide
but find it too late for most of this in my lifetime
My soul is old
the innocence is gone
I have learned to cope
and I fear that I cannot open to what once caused me joy
I fear that I will never find
that which I might cling to and not let go

A childhood dream
my quest remains
I forget it most of the time
but glimpse its beauty once in a great while
when I am sad and vulnerable
or in love with what is pure
It used to take such a part in my life and innermost thoughts
it used to cause constant turmoil
now it is only a memory
like a Summer day of freedom and pleasure
and careless abandonment
erased by age and distraction

What distracts me?
All that once seemed unimportant
to the young dreamer so broken and alone
I wonder
what would have happened
if my dreams had come true

What would it be like to reach out and to feel
the tight grip of strong encouragement
pulling me out of my wiles?
What would it be like to know a hero
that never wavers, never abandons the call,
never stops loving that which holds his gaze?
What would it be like to live for something
and to die for something that is worth every breath,
every heartbeat, every tear wept,
every drop of blood poured out
in exquisite agony and conviction
of its great and final purpose?
What would it be like to know what I am looking for
and to find it in such a way that I lay all down
to follow its every whisper?
What would it be like to no longer linger here
without the life I feel
I was meant to live within my reach?

What would it be like if a hero took my hand?
What would it be like to have a hand to guide
that knows what I am destined for?
Denzel, do you know?
The Accomplice


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