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Patience

Let Time Be

When I look right at something I don’t want, then try
To feel good anyway, that’s what I call patience.
I know that’s not the proper way to look at it.
True patience can’t be negative, even a bit.
The best meaning for me, one that makes perfect sense,
Is the focus on something my heart can’t deny.

It’s no trouble at all for me to sit and wait
If I make of the waiting an experience
In itself – one of wonder and heartfelt delight
Through the while before being fulfilled by the sight
Of the thing manifested. I build the suspense
Through deliberate focus. It’s how I create.

Forcing myself to do something that I do not
Generates a momentum not good for the soul.
Time perceived is affected by the way I feel.
I can know that my waiting can be made ideal
By the choice that will make me contented and whole.
Emotion is the thing to use rather than thought.

I know God rides my rocket and sees everything
That would make my life wonderful while here on earth
In this time space continuum. I have no fear
That the thing that I’m wanting is farther than near.
I shall savor each moment in consummate mirth
Of all that is concocted to make my heart sing.

Uncivil Mitosis

Painful Growth

Red and Blue come together to form a union
And escape from the tyranny of monarchy.
One nation undivided with territories
With their own constitutions and racial disease
Has remained but a battlefield. Lord have mercy
On this land most bedeviled by contradiction.

I would not have thought things could turn out quite this way.
The illusion of brotherly love was intense.
Psychedelic were those days of Reverend King.
Now, the dream of America is not a thing
That resembles inclusiveness. Does it make sense
That a part of society serves as its prey?

Liberals and conservatives, blue folk and red…
The confederate and union troops on the field
Also make up the government and places high.
Blatancy is becoming. Here’s the reason why.
It is only through battle that we become healed
So that we can remember and honor our dead.

As it has been it will be. No change can occur
But the ongoing process of cell division
And the up and down cycles of racial hatred
Is something that I’ll ponder perhaps ‘til I’m dead.
I alone have the right to make the decision
That allows for my freedom as I would prefer.