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Life’s Secret

Listen Carefully

The most obvious question is, “What’s life about?”
It’s no secret to many who have come to know
The most accurate answer. That we must survive
Is apparently the reason to stay alive,
To prosper, and to find fulfillment as we grow.
Our Western philosophy leaves us with some doubt.

“You’ve got to go on living,” says society.
“It’s your duty to make it or else,” they will say.
There’s no real necessity to go on living,
Not because life can be harsh and unforgiving,
But because all our troubles are washed clean away.
So, the fear of death must be absurd completely.

The spontaneous nature of nature is such
That it happens of itself without influence
From outside. If you try to command the process
You will falter and encounter much undue stress.
Nature’s code to our feeble minds doesn’t make sense.
Focused in this reality we are too much.

Way deep down far inside us, we basically
Are the fabric and structure of all that exists.
Fireworks in the universe celebrate all
That is happening with it. This isn’t a small
Thing to ponder, even though the ego resists.
You are now living the secret, which is ‘to be.’

The Meanth Of Juneteenth

Nationwide Recognition

The true Meanth Of Juneteenth as is seen by the slave
Is a thing of importance. It’s good to be free
Of the chains of damnation of body and mind
By a mass of oppressors among humankind.
Civil wars fought in earnest don’t help us to see
That our cowardice weakens the home of the brave.

As this war rages onward so many see red.
Any bull who shits color is one who is sick
From improper digestion of what’s been made law.
My forefathers were fucked with and what’s worst of all…
Men and women of redness will speak with their dick.
It has been the true master of all the bloodshed.

Looking on to the future I do see but hope.
In the upcoming decades the young will emerge
On the platforms of leadership. All will be fine.
As I celebrate freedom I look for a sign
In the present day madness to temper the scourge
In a manner consistent with how we all cope.

Why can’t we all be human? Yet grossly we are
More or less all depending on whose rights are right.
I can call blacks ‘my people’ because much we share
And with them I am proud to be of those who care
That our wars over freedom may vanish from sight.
Juneteenth is our reminder that we have come far.