Who Am I!

identity, what do I mean, who am I, where am I, am I any good, where did I learn this, what made me, what is the universe, what is my role, questions, the old preachers, business as usual, devout, enforcers of the law, appointing their own, and their favorites, who do you know, gathering wealth, access to God, descendants of Moses, must be through us, people accept, consequences of rebellion, death or imprisonment, so the story goes, then Jesus comes along!

Dudes, you can’t be using the Father for your own gain, share it and you will all prosper, share it and we’ll be left with nothing they answer, share it and our enemies will grow stronger, they have sown hatred and are afraid, there are demons and they remind them, there are people out there who don’t like you, Jesus shakes his head a little perplexed, did you forget the stuff i told you, when the Holy Spirit is with you it’s going to be safe, those full of fear and anxiety don’t accept his words, they plan to murder him instead, who am I?, it’s the question on everyone’s mind, who are we all, amen!.

God lives in all who love Him, amen

Patrice Mulumba

Real Music

the voice,

the instruments,

the musicians,

travel arrangements,

the get together,

old friends,

the camaraderie,

the hope,

results in a collaboration,

that is ever lasting,

real not synthetic,

human in every way,

way it’s supposed to be,

amen

Never Again….

he’s changed, even considerate, buying her flowers again, has even began to clean up, the days roll on, the progress grows, then one night he says, maybe a glass or two, well he drinks on the quite, the party begins, she’s nervous he’s certain, I’ll never do that again, the drinks become a bottle, his eyes begin to change, she’s seen it before, it was when…

she wakes in the hospital, you learn something new every morning, but hospital food remains the same, amen.

The Guru

That’s who I am, she’s a character, he’s a guru, lets believe in him, busy the head, banish all other thought, whatever he says, she’s where it’s at, new guru follow that, she got married, pity about that, new guru is free, lets follow her, who am I, where’s the medication, grab me a beer, she got married too, he’s got a girlfriend, I thought he was a guru, what do you mean, forget that, getting a new award, party afterwards, whatever that means, meet you outside, little pissed little drunk, thought you were interested in me, initially took you seriously, disillusioned dream chaser, he’s just another guru, therapist in disguise, talking you out of money, nothing new, amen.

Donald The Builder

move over bob, here comes Donald, bob the builder got the blues, The Donald is stealing his bricks and mortar, not just Mexico folks, he is building walls in Co.Clare Ireland also, shouldn’t he be taking them down though, in such a divided world, well, do you want leaders who create….well.. where is my digger shouts donald, bob sulks in the corner, that used to be mine! Hillary smiles, I’ll bury him with the cement, Donald puts his foot in it again, this stuff sticks he yells, amen

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Come back Lover Dead are the nights now you’re gone So cold even the midday sun How could I have let you run What was I thinking, what have I done? Come back Lover, don’t make me cry My heated words are but a lie Forget you I can’t even as try Wretched, […]

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We all Have Wings

“You’ve got wings, and God has given you a clear open sky. Wings are not those feathered things that sprout from armpits. Wings are ideas nurtured with love. They are fears you face, and dismantle. They are the kind of things you do for yourself, and for others when no one is watching. They are […]

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Fear Guilt and Love

fear, stuff that makes us unwell, guilt, stuff that reminds us of our fears, love, the stuff the helps it get over both, amen. so i ask, if love is the drug that keeps us upright, why do do many push fear and guilt, just asking, amen.

In My head

out of my head, i don’t want to experience that again, the night comes so does the fear, alone in one self, no one to hold onto, the terror of the demon, raking through the mind, choosing the nightmare scenario, what will we trouble you with tonight, the vampires wipe the blood from their mouths, this is an unbelievable feast, i’ll come along later he says,. the leader among them, there’s a movie i want to watch first, popcorn coke crisps and a good scare all right, in my head in my head he sings, what is it that’s in their little heads, the menu of anxiety, i’ll have a night cap with them later and frighten a child… too darn easy, but there was a surprise waiting for him, amen.

Solomon was a child once, was still a child before his father eye’s, understood the night terrors caused and who planted them, in my head they were singing when they arrived, but they soon fled in terror when they realized, that Great Spirit was on the premises, now they roam the world trying to get out of their heads, … in my head, what’s in there anyway?