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.
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.