Black LIFE Matters

I remember when I first heard about the death of Travon Martin black man that had his whole life ahead of him and get’s shot by a civilian who wanted to be a cop because had he had on a hood, A tea can and some skittles. That was the first time I thought to myself “I never thought I would see such atrocities in my time …” to have to be forced to think about your history that to most is most is a mystery

Then after Eric garner and Michael Brown you have to wonder  “is this what we have to expect from now on in our time , the chains  that once were the reigns , broken in the frame of our history as they try to meld and mold them back together to chain our hands once more. 

So here we are charity freedom, freedom that we didn’t even know we know need that was necessary as the dead end barrel start to crawl out of their graves end there cries for the injustice of why they had to die, I have all the fight with in me as I push forward feeling like my own chain hold me back . so my question ? why did they have to die only for us to cry, what was their sacrifice worth of their life for that hurt to back her. 

Father paths from our history to our destiny is NEAR. 

I lay in bed praying to god for the dead, oh how I dread but Jesus said “I will , take you with me to paradise” our lives our not paradise we don’t belong here, they died in violence but,  the lining is they got the better deal , the less in there is we are the ones that needs to clear, the celebration for their going how to live in paradise I pray.  I cannot stay or allow my mind to say that I am hostage to society mindset got father there has to be another. 

Bloodshed in the street, stream pools that become headline news, we can pray on that day that god-loving angels are the one takes them away. As life fades from their eyes  with here last signs of life we can only pray that as they lay god took them under his bosom to stay being forgiven for their sin that day and ushered in those pearly gates to stay 

Sometimes I wish that the peace in that last sign could be passed to us all in a blink of god we wish , parent cries tears husband that or wife cries , frosts build with each kill, “this a game you”

It is a game… It is  funny as they laugh as our people are slay the chains were Broken But we are still being “were no free the chains just don’t look the same”

Is god testing us just  sitting back and resting with us “I wait to see, if plead for, me to change that night mair thing”

But no they don’t they expect it it, having no hope,  “it the end of the world p end of time – end”

They joke , but what happened thought to the how of god in this situation though. 

Are they packed away no coroners bags filled with bodies of fathers and sons  who won’t make it home tonight. I sit up at night and don’t rest a burning in my chest, “will that we one day worrying about my father, my husband, my son “ in the future they pick the wrong on to shoot that gun , dare circle, the ring in the trunk of time that lead back to our history and mystery. I cry out to god, I’m tired of violence. I ask I beg I plead “ dear Jehovah-jirah can  you hear me they pursued you for the sins of men”  I pray you will they that this is coming to and end. End as I take your nail pieced hand that only reminds me of the wholes in the soul” or shot down by men everything in me say’s run  & hide take our men  wrap our arms around them hold them protect them in the curves of our bosom  like babes , as they crumble away into the grace graveyard of dry bones with makes on them , Keith Smith, Tyre King, as we see the strange fruit that begins to start resemble Emit Till, echo’s in the bones create, create, creating a tones,  zones of dial tones will you pick up through the storm , can we hold on much longer , god make me feel like we aren’t domed there is nothing left to do, I pray in anger

For the Angels to cover their guns stop their bullets, when I am praying I am not demands you where to end and only the hand of god can bring this sense

To an End 

I see you, I see the destruction it’s more than Black and blue , not just black and white a little grey , color that represents more to us all to men are dying people cry, kings are falling but I am call god said in his world the king  call for the sons be killed , Daniel wasn’t lying as he said there would be trying time,  but for I told you, I have showed you in the book I already know you but do you know me I see do they know me ? for if they did they would not be packing bags  in fear for I warned them of the coming destruction in sodium and gallon If you read if for I have told you. I read it for I have told you, I am just showing  you,  but, don’t  cry for them for what my enemy went for evil is god because what is not understood his helping me build my arm’s  in heaven of love in peace. Because you should not fret my son is on his way, yet nothing is wrong don’t sing your song they have just come home to paradise where they belong.  Things are prepared chasing getting ready, my son did die for the sin s  of thee and he hears the world’s cry for me, the hurt the pain the whole acid burn in turn ,  like potter had to take the clay back 

To the wheel I am remolding thing are changing mark my world don’t worry the is about is about to get what he deserves for the bible said “ the devil time in this world will soon be up” for of the righteous  man availith much . as blood spills in the streets we are drown but I am frowning as I am crowning, for I made men and no one has the last say, But me,  our kings that were king are be slay, each day, be patience just , a little while longer, I will heal it all for those walk with me I know a thing or two don’t give. I still have a truck or to do, for this I promise you” k!