the dichotomy
I struggle with
This land is not our home
but it's the only home we know
Dwelling in a forsaken land
unwanted for who we are
but exploited for economic benefit
Expected to combat violence
with peace
leaves me wondering when
there's a time for everything under the sun
Pondering when the God of Justice
will burn this place down -
as the flood drowned all evil
and the rainbow signified a new beginning -
From the ashes, rebirth will arise
Tonight, I write.
Tomorrow, I'll be in the streets
with my people
Surrounded by them
And now I realize Home is not a place
It never was
but Home is with the people I love.
~cdw~
11.26.14
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
the dichotomy ... a poem
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Wednesday, August 20, 2014
the other way ... a poem
the other way
i'm praying for Your Will and Waymine eyes search for the other wayYour Ways are higher than my ways
my gaze rests on the other way
both eyes peer toward another waywith hopes to glimpse a better waybefore my eyes are Your miraculous ways!I blink -- and there's another way
wide-eyed, stare at a different wayto see You move in a peculiar way
with back-hand rubs, i clear the way
blurred vision dies to a different way
sight by the spirit sees the other wayYou are the Truth, the Life, the Waylook to the hills -- the other wayfleshly eyes imagine a logical way
~cdw~
07.31.14
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Muse ... a poem
Muse
make you sweat
Inspire the notes
that drop and drip
onto a music staff
Treble and tremble
'til you play a song
motivated by me
I want to
light the fire
Make you burn
red strokes of heat
across a bare canvas
yellows and oranges and golds
of wet paint that leak creativity
but dry as a masterpiece
I want to
flip the switch
Create electric imagination
that courses through your veins
shocks your nerves
sparks your senses
and leaves your skin hot
with frenetic energy
I want to be the something
that produces anything
and becomes your everything
I want to be your muse.
~cdw~
03/25/14
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Sunday, February 16, 2014
Stand... a poem.
Stand*
drowned in the Atlantic seas
chained and whipped on our knees
noose-tight rope, hanging from trees
blood on the ground
blood on the leaves
it seems some things will never change
bodies burned and bodies hanged
like target practice at a gun range
oh no, it's not murder
our black skin is to blame
are we yet tired of reasoning with the insane?
what do we really think we'll gain?
freedom to spend a little change?
they give us money today
tomorrow it's gone again
it's wisest to never argue with a fool
no use in obeying a corrupt rule
or voting for an oppressive tool
we cannot win
with a knife at a duel
we have no choice but to unite
to stand together as one and fight
and God Almighty stands with the right
we must not flee --
there's nowhere to take flight
with shoulders back and our pride tall
stand side by side, an unmovable wall
like brick and mortar, we cannot fall
we'll stand our ground --
they can't kill us all.
~cdw~
02/16/14
*For Trayvon, Jordan and all of our sons and daughters who've lost their lives in "the land of the free and home of the brave."
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