Pensive Soul: May 2022

Tuesday, 24 May 2022

ROOTED THOUGHTS

When I think of you

Every other thought
Stands at attention
To applaud, loathe or envy
The entrance
Of my imagination
Sweetie,

There are absolutely

no distractions

When I think of you

Other thoughts bow

In acknowledgment

Utterly incapable of ambushments

Those simpletons plead for mercy

Or try to rudely

awake memory

When I think of you

Strolling through
Each avenue

Of my mind

Or finding just

the right position to recline
Life’s aspirations

Stare in queue
Clueless as to if their turn
Will ever come,

My Sweetie

When I think of you

Sunday, 8 May 2022

PICA

In Haiti,

they make themselves mud cakes
And it is easier to record the process
than it is to embrace their truth

We too eat dirt
after a good fast
In prayerful agreement
As we bow our knees to gossip

Prostrate to judgements

And easily embrace lies

Isn't dirt sweeter than the truth?

A pregnancy craven for some
Yet for others
Prenatal care for the devils they carry
Breathtaking sins against those
Who have done them no wrong
Anemia demands dirt

Blood condition

The condition of the blood

And so too does low
Spiritual beings
Full of titles

The basest of creatures

Fattened by gossip
Exercised by judgments

Dirt eaters!
Undesirable of the truth

Perverted thinkers
Willing to overlook
You
For a twisted thought
That drags you down to their level

Ground-level
Dirt eating, devils!

There is no water in their dirt
To dilute the poison
To save the dog

Ma of their conscience

No word of truth
To save them from their devils!

They love their dirt dry

and eat it without question

Dirt eaters love lies

Like their father

"...and you shall eat dust all the days of your lives..."

That is scripture!

For the crawlers

Who will bathe themselves in hell

FIRE!

Fully fasted

and

Believing...

Uncured Pica

Isn't dirt sweeter
than the truth?