Recycled Capitalism

Blood soaked economic system, Private ownership

Solely for profits, Echoes ring from cracks of the whip

Old face Britain & Amsterdam, New face honors the Duke

New York’s stench from lies, Can’t mask the truth

Made legal to own African people, forced to build The Wall

Pillar of oppression, that Eagle, Babylon must fall

18th century slave code, Now born with bar code,

Auction block to auction market, 11 Wall Street Manhatten tortured souls sold

Stocks, bonds, mutual funds, Are we just derivatives

Of greed laden trades and transactions, Deliberate and annihilative

Auctioneer, broker, big board, Lehmen’s cotton,

Aetna’s insured slaves, Same players, different names & days, fleshly crops gone rotten

Sold to the highest bidder, Merrill and Goldman supply the collateral

Capitalism with a botched facelift, devil in the mathematicals

What goes up must descend, was never worthy to wear the crown,

be found blameless in these days,

Repent, seek truth, change wicked ways, be heavenbound

For the end will not delay

 

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The Performance

Trained

Blistered

Feet

Engage

Shellacked

Layered

Wood

Creating

Beheld

Rhythmic

Masterpiece

One

Fleeting

Moment

photo credit:  Chicaco Artists Resource

What Are You G For?

G

 Greatness of His presence

R

Righteously judging between men

A

Awesome, His unconditional love

T

Tremendous forgiving of sin

I

Inspirational story of a People

T

Treasures of rain not fame

U

Unity of His he delights in

D

Deliverance makes end to pain

E

Everlasting GRATITUDE for His blessings, Cup seen as half full,

Positive mindset a must, Avoid negativity’s rule

 

Wanted, Long-term Workers

Job Description & Benefits:

Wanted, enthusiastic workers, immediately for hire,

Maximum job security, very few ever choose to retire

May require some travel to many extraordinary places

Pays in dividends such as smiles, hugs, and happy satisfied faces

Often as your clients age the job challenges may intensify

But not to worry, take blows to the chin, on the Father you can rely

Don’t be surprised that if in time clients take on your looks and ways

For job success, correct them when needed, but ALWAYS save room for praise

No experience required, make mental notes and train along the way

There’s no manual, so share your gained wisdom with co-workers without delay

You see this job has a huge network, we encourage reaching out to your peers

However, the measure of success may not be seen for many long & grueling years

The organizational chart is made of fathers, sisters, aunts, uncles and brothers

Bypass the glass ceiling by taking the wisdom of grandfathers and grandmothers

This job is of great importance, NO, not president,  scientist or actor on a sitcom 

For with gratitude I’ve had the pleasure of being blessed to serve in this job called “MOM”

I thank our Heavenly Father every day that I haven’t had to do it alone

For to raise a child with support from a village propels him to achieve every milestone

villagetoraisechildBig thanks to all of the parents, grandparents and extended family as well as friends that take part daily to make a positive impact in support of the children, our future.  Keep your head up and know that we all make a difference.  One love Ya’ll!👪❤💕

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Who Are We

We are those which are undeniable

Try as you may to sum us up, your formulas become unreliable

Exponential spiritual growth, magnified and powered by His Word.

Stereotypes smashed, obliterated, set free from those  bywords

Make a stand for truth, time quickly winding down

Exhibit faith although enemies will no doubt surround

Bnei Yisrael, your walk and talk mark you

We don’t fear being different, for we know who and what we pursue

Who Are We?

We are Children of Light, who walk by faith, execute what’s right

Strive to arrive at a new height, who fight to make the flesh an oversight,

So we can ultimately UNITE to heal the world from this diabolical plight……

AND TRULY EXIST AGAIN IN HIS IMAGE

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Garden Whisper

This poem and mood was inspired by my modest window garden.  I truly miss planting in the earth and having a big back yard, however, sometimes you have to stir what you got!  Be grateful in all that the Most High gives and He will increase what you have beyond your dreams.  Such order in nature and as I observe the growth of my tomato and melon plants, avocado, lemon and pomegranate trees, although small, I get a sense of calm as I care for them and watch the progress made from week to week.  Did you know that since the mid 80’s hospitals began to take advantage of the calming effect received by patients who suffer from pain and anxiety.  These are huge sources of stress that damage our immune systems.  So, test this theory out on a stressful day and take a stroll through a garden.  Even consider starting your own.  Even a window garden like mine can be beneficial.  Isn’t your health worth it?

Recycled Capitalism

Blood soaked economic system, Private ownership

Solely for profits, Echoes ring from cracks of the whip

Old face Britain & Amsterdam, New face honors the Duke

New York’s stench from lies, Can’t mask the truth

Made legal to own African people, forced to build The Wall

Pillar of oppression, that Eagle, Babylon must fall

18th century slave code, Now born with bar code,

Auction block to auction market, 11 Wall Street Manhatten tortured souls sold

Stocks, bonds, mutual funds, Are we just derivatives

Of greed laden trades and transactions, Deliberate and annihilative

Auctioneer, broker, big board, Lehmen’s cotton,

Aetna’s insured slaves, Same players, different names & days, fleshly crops gone rotten

Sold to the highest bidder, Merrill and Goldman supply the collateral

Capitalism with a botched facelift, devil in the mathematicals

What goes up must descend, was never worthy to wear the crown,

be found blameless in these days,

Repent, seek truth, change wicked ways, be heavenbound

For the end will not delay

 

Glass Box

The girl sat alone in her own glass box

Observing others in theirs

Her box labled Dancer

Another’s marked Teacher

The next, Doctor…and an endless line of labeled boxes followed

A voice called out and asked,

“What are you?”

The girl nervously replied, “I guess I’m a dancer, that’s what the label says”

“Come out, my child”, the calm, still voice softly commanded

“Can I?…. should I?” said the timid girl. “But what will people think?”

And the voice said, “Let me worry about that and just be what I created you to be.”

As she slowly opened the door, still a bit intimidated, she took one step out of the glass

With the next step, she noticed her neighbor’s glass door opening

Before she knew it, others were doing the same

They felt free for the first time to become who they were

Free of labels and endless possibilities

Guest Poetry by Yahna_D_Vine

This special guest poet is a friend of mine that has been writing for some time now.  In addition, she is a very talented model.  Enjoy her creative work entitled, “I Pray to Thee” and please give her some love on my blog by liking, sharing and leaving a comment!

 

What’s My Motivation?

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Woke up this morning, feeling relieved to see another day, but mind resisting the waves of tasks that come in to invade and away,  then suddenly comes that recurring flood that I call…..Sunday.

Body tired cause once again thought I could cheat my circadian rhythm, into thinking I could only sleep five hours, battle of the mind, brain schism, right versus left brain then back to realism.

Just the adversary trying to get me to doubt my ability that the Almighty Father has instilled in me to aid in the execution of each and every task with precision and agility.

“So what’s my motivation” I thought to myself.

Could it be that my children need me to get out of this warm & cozy bed?  Not ready yet, doubts swirling, body aches, brain dead; in creeps a still voice whispering, “Fear not, don’t dread!”

So I choose to listen to it instead

Maybe it’s my morning prayers that beg to be recited, that give me wisdom to conquer spiritual battles, and if failed could leave me over-excited and yes, ……even indicted

Then I put into the forefront of my mind that those that came to be at some time or were born blind, would gladly wake up eager to not only read,  but be extremely inclined To engulf the beauty around them that we so often think…….. “never mind”

What’s my motivation?

Do I get up today for that 9 to 5 that’s mos def not in the 5 year plan to keep us alive, not to mention help our children to propel forward and thrive

Then, yet again, that still voice said, “Rise and see what marvelous things await you today

Let Me worry about the tasks, the problems and your pay.  Each time you awake, see it as a present or even a bouquet.

From Me my child

It’s up to us to figure out how to use that present in order to be of service to Him

and a blessing to others just like the bouquet of flowers, petals and stem

He is my perpetual motivation, for without Him, I surely would cease to exist

The still voice has and always will be my Creator urging me to persist

Thank you Heavenly Father for your mercy, this gift, and the bouquet

and all of the many blessings from the past and future ones you are sending my way