“The Dawn of a Nine Year Old Boy’s Angelic Eyes.”

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Where did all the lights go?

As I stepped out of the back door;

Going to take the garbage out.

About to open the garbage can.

My little nine year old self.

Found himself suddenly in

The midst of angry growling sounds.

Who is growling?

or better yet how many folks were growling around me?

The darkness in the alley felt so thick.

It was all around me.

And then I felt what seemed like one man,

two men or a whole crowd of bitter men surrounding me.

Didn’t have time to feel fear.

I just knew something was wrong.

I could taste so much death around me.

The thickness in the air was a sign of

what was upon me.

Then I saw a crowd of lit up eyes around me.

Coming closer…

Now right in front of me.

I could taste the end of me.

What were these things around me?

Hungry wolves?

I couldn’t tell at all.

Suddenly, I could hear simultaneously

So many triggers being pulled towards me.

I felt the hunters’ wrath upon me.

Then my soul’s light came upon me.

Whispered to me that you will be okay honey.

Then an angel pulled my beautiful soul out of

my nine year old body.

As a hundred bullets ripped apart my nine year old body.

I cried!

I cried, as wicked men murdered me!

I just wanted to be held one more time

by my loving mommy.

I just wanted to play baseball one more time,

with my loving daddy!

There was nothing that I could do!

Those wicked men shot off my new brand name shoes.

All that wicked laughing got louder and louder,

And police sirens stirred about and got closer.

All those wicked evil men got away.

My mommy ran out the house

and fell on top of me.

Lifted up her prayer hands

over my dead nine year old body.

All that gruesome horror

became my prime time news story.

Every part of my nine year old body

was scattered over the….

Wait a minute! The lights just came on again

in the alley.

And my mother fainted,

where she once prayed over me.

The police bagged up parts of my once living body.

My mother was taken quickly to be hospitalized.

She refused to open her once hopeful eyes.

I was practicing spreading my angel’s wings.

Had to stay close to momma

And make sure everything was okay.

I sang to my mother our favorite church song

Entitled, “Peace Still Survives.”

About 4:00am in the hospital bed;

She finally opened her eyes.

I stood proud, with heaven’s Angelic wings

upon my back.

And told her that I will always love her;

There is no beginning or end in my

forever loving vocabulary.

She said, “Please don’t go my son!”

I kissed my mother one last time on the head.

I disappeared right there in front of her.

Appeared once more at the garbage can.

Opened the lid and put the garbage bag

in the garbage can.

Had to finish my last chore.

To honor my mother and father.

There were so many bullets…

So much blood.

I could see a toe and a finger

behind the garbage can.

I cried and said, “And soon wicked men will be no more!”

I am a churchin type of nine year old boy.

I thought of Psalm 23 one last time.

Prayed for my Mom and Dad one more time.

Prayed to God and the angels to stop ‘Black on Black crimes.’

Then I vanished.

God called me home.

What I left behind, as the sunshine filled up that alley

was an angel’s feather.

Ms. Johnston my neighbor of 94 years of age

lives next door to my house.

Slowly walks out to the alley,

Where I was murdered last night.

She walks on a walking cane.

Used to babysit me since I was born.

She fell on her praying knees and cried and said,”

Why? O Why? Did you take that precious nine year old boy away?

Then Ms. Johnston looked over and saw my angel’s feather;

that I had left behind.

She looks toward the cloudy blue smiling skies and says,

“I get it, God! You are recruiting the best of us. You are building

your army of angels up. So, you needed the innocence

of a nine year old boy to lead your charge.

I know father God that you are near.

I release all my remaining FEARS!!!

For now heaven possesses our dearest blood.

A nine year old angel boy.

Our champion…

Heaven’s champion is now watching all over us.

And then she sees the face of that nine year old angel boy

Smiling back at her from the cloudy blue clouds,

where the Burnt Orange Sunrise Jewel fills up the morning sky.

Now all of the darkest alleys

And all the darkest places,

Where evil continues to roam shall face a new angelic hero.

This is the Dawn of a nine year old boy’s angelic eyes.

Watching and protecting black children everywhere,

At any time,

with his angelic giving smile.

 

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“Got A Friend With HIV.”

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Got a friend with HIV.
This is what he just told me.
I remember him as a little boy,
with playful feet.
That touched the palms of my hands…
A precious baby boy;
who I was so happy to meet.
A captured moment that I shall forever keep.

I got a friend with HIV.
Who means so much to me.
I am crying for him actually.
Don’t want anyone to steal away
the beautiful person;
that he has come to be.
Don’t want folks and things to steal away his hopes and his living dreams.
I can remember who he was and
what he still means to me.
Come on Child of God sit right here next to me.

I don’t give a care, if you have HIV.
Come here and sit right next to me.
Come on now and know that you are safe sitting right here next to me.
Give me a hug!
I’ll hug you back!
Look at your feet.
Look at the grown man that you have become.
A styles battling dancer on the run.
Winning dancing competitions here and there.
In the face of those sometimes unknown fears.
Don’t you know how dear you are to me?
You are my friend.
Can’t you see?

I don’t care if you have HIV.
Because I still have your baby feet memories flowing through my tears.
I can remember when you used to hug my ear…
that baby boy that you used to be.
Dangling your baby feet upon my loving palms.
I wish I could take your saddest tears away from you.
That is the God’s honest truth.
For there is nothing wrong with you.
For you are a Child of God, with HIV.
My friend sitting right here next to me.
I love and accept you.
That is my forever promise to you.
All my mortal days remaining
will be spent loving you.
So, lets get up and walk down this street.
Leave the ignorant folks,
where they be.
Because God gave you two good working feet to help people,
as you meet your Divine Destiny.
So, HIV means this to me.
Your (Heart) is (Infinite) at angelic (Velocities).

 

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Amen to the One Cosmic Soul.

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Love comes to me each and every day.

Never asks for anything.

It just is.

My dearest friend.

Love comes to me.

In my anger,

it reminds me;

that it loves me so!

I am love!

Disguised as Now.

Soon, I’ll be another version of me.

Each breath I take.

Is God’s gift to me.

Hurting and loving.

Is my human destiny!

For without one another.

How could I write so much poetry.

It takes getting down and dirty.

In my feelings.

It seems more important than ever before.

I keep on discovering more poetic parts of me.

Hidden in each and every passing breath.

I find God anew.

Always besides me and 

revealing my many living truths.

Knowing that I am loved so by

the animating love of God’s hopes.

I am love.

and you are love.

Together, we are both Cosmic love.

Let us both dine on Cosmic chance and

the living romance of days.

Let us in our own ways.

Just pray for gratitudes gift

of abundance in our lives.

Let us all sing together that God is still alive.

I love you!

You love me!

That was the first song ever played.

When God created you and me.

Love comes to me.

Each and every breath I take.

Let us always be grateful

for the gift to be humanity.

And this is what I say each and every day.

As the Sun rays dance on my waking faith.

To know that all I am was created from 

love’s enduring place

inside of my and yours eternal Soul.

For God’s divine love for each and everyone of us lives

on inside the One Cosmic Soul.

Amen to the One Cosmic Soul.

 

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