I can respect the question,

The prevalence of pestilence

Lays evidence to the irrelevance

Of the benevolence of eternal negligence ...

Just want to know why I have to burn too?

I was never worth birth on an earth to beg the reverse of the Curse through a psalm and a verse in a church where they nurse the worst of the worst who fell to the First...

Just want to know why I am not revered?

Your confusion is in the delusion of an illusion diffusing the collusion of the nuisance and the gruesome, and the conclusion being a mere contusion to the communion...

I’m just saying, I’m on your side!

I will rise inside your pride and disguise all you confide of the lies that supplied a child’s eyes the cries of the skies as they fly over your demise with prize of wise as you lie awaiting surmise of no tries...

Blessed be life for the Unlived!

A strong wind

A cool breeze

A warm sun

Oh God pleas...

Oh God Please!

Oh My God No!

No My God... No My God!

Nomygah?..Nomagah?..

Oh my..oh my

A bird

One bird?

Blank thoughts

Not one word..

Gasping for air

Grabbing for what's not there

Try flying

Just try trying

Laughing in fear

I give up!

But I can fly like a bird

Floating across the sky without flapping a wing

I know I can

Old Man Johnson's s ghost hovered over me for over an hour.

I can walk through walls like.. like..

Well I guess Old Man Johnson.

I can travel from New York to Paris in a thought.

I can sit on the moon and still see grandmother cooking supper for Sunday.

I can still talk to Lil Sis, especially when she's dreaming.

She shows me around, usually the old house we grew up in, but I can see the new one when she's awake.

I can do anything

I can do everything

Who needs a dumb old body anyway.

Why I ought to...

Spread wide my arms with love and...

Swing..

Low sweet chariot...

I could just...

Stomp the..

Devil out!..

The next time you pull that...

I will Serena Williams backhand...

Bow and appreciate your support..

I should have whipped your...

Favorite pudding pie up for you..

You.. you... you ...

Wonderful person you..

I hate..

You didn't get my love letter..

I will try to send it again!

The blocks in my neighborhood were always the longest ones I’ve ever walked.

The jobs I’ve worked have always had the longest hours and the shortest breaks.

The money in my pocket was never enough for what I truly desired, only for what was truly needed.

But I still smile..

I crack grimaces on the days that take the most tolls on my spirit.

I force grins to catch the tears on the days that are the most weary.

And on the most troublesome days,

I stretch my lips as far as I can until my teeth bare their pearls of prosperity.

I imagine myself a thief,

Steal a smile here or there

Still I smile here or there..

    Not really sure what's going on,  or even how to explain it! At first sight, it looked as though a group of fraternity pledges from the local college were out messing around and acting crazy, but then the fun seemed to be going a little too far as the screams from the young girl who was running from them turned into a loud high pitched screech that shook my soul, and nearly pierced my eardrums. As I begin to move closer, in stealth mode of course, the screeching was often interrupted by a whining cry that caused me to focus my eyes on the rowdy crowd, immediately noticing blood gushing from the top of the now captured young woman's head, as one of the captors seemed to be sinking his right side k-9 tooth into the scalp of his prey. As my initial response was to spring into action and save the helpless woman, my mind begin to convince me that I was thinking with the wrong head, and that I should take into consideration all of the variables of this scenario: 1. I am outnumbered, 2. I am not as fast as I used to be when I was younger, 3. my mastery of the martial arts came from television, and 4. I would blow my cover and my fantastic hiding place in this tree. There were other variables to consider, but I was convinced by the 4th variable, and by that time she had stopped that horrendous screeching and just laid on the ground mumbling, so I guess she was okay. I would have climbed down and checked on her, but after about two hours she got up and walked off with Mrs. Smith from the old house down the road. Mrs. Smith, was always helping everyone in the town. She would always bring me an apple pie every Sunday after church, until she...until she... Sorry I must have mistakenly assumed that the woman that helped the young lady was Mrs. Smith, but Mrs. Smith passed away two weeks ago, so it couldn't have been her. I was even one of the pallbearers at her funeral. I can't even trust my own eyes, but I could have sworn it was Mrs. Smith. I mean she had on the exact same dress  that Mrs. Smith was wearing in the coffin. She even had the little blush circles that the funeral home put on Mrs. Smith's cheeks, so that she wouldn't look so..you know..dead. I can't make heads or tails of anything right now, but for the amount of time that I have been up here in this tree, I have seen several serious head bites and a few gruesome stomach feasts that mimicked a family picnic at the tables in the park. I'm not sure what kind of sick game this is, or if the world has gone crazy. All I know is that I am not leaving from this tree until that crazy man at the bottom of this tree who keeps walking into the side of the tree and continuously smacking his forehead against the old crumbling bark decides to move on. Then I will continue my investigation, hopefully by tomorrow, and in the comfort of my own home! Until then I will just sit nice and snug on this forked branch and save my strength in case I have to utilize my drunken monkey style Kung-fu.

The World Has Gone Mad!!!

By Omari Bush

Not really sure what's going on, or even how to explain it! At first sight, it looked as though a group of fraternity pledges from the local college were out messing around and acting crazy, but then the fun seemed to be going a little too far as the screams from the young girl who was running from them turned into a loud high pitched screech that shook my soul, and nearly pierced my eardrums. As I begin to walk closer, in stealth mode of course, the screeching was often interrupted by a whining cry that caused me to focus my eyes on the rowdy crowd, immediately noticing blood gushing from the top of the now captured young woman's head, as one of the captors seemed to be sinking his right side k-9 tooth into the scalp of his prey. As my initial response was to spring into action and save the helpless woman, my mind begin to convince me that I was thinking with the wrong head, and that I should take into consideration all of the variables of this scenario: 1. I am outnumbered, 2. I am not as fast as I used to be when I was younger, 3. my mastery of the martial arts came from television, and 4. I would blow my cover and my fantastic hiding place in this tree. There were other variables to consider, but I was convinced by the 4th variable, and by that time she had stopped that horrendous screeching and just laid on the ground mumbling, so I guess she was okay. I would have climbed down and checked on her, but after about two hours she got up and walked off with Mrs. Smith from the old house down the road. Mrs. Smith, was always helping everyone in the town. She would always bring me an apple pie every Sunday after church, until she...until she... Sorry I must have mistakenly assumed that the woman that helped the young lady was Mrs. Smith, because Mrs. Smith passed away two weeks ago. I was a pallbearer at her funeral the other day. I can't even trust my own eyes, but I could have sworn it was Mrs. Smith. I mean she had on the exact same dress that Mrs. Smith was wearing in the coffin. She even had the little blush circles that the funeral home put on Mrs. Smith's cheeks, so that she wouldn't look so..you know..dead. I can't make heads or tails of anything right now, but for the amount of time that I have been up here in this tree, I have seen several serious head bites and a few gruesome stomach feasts that mimicked a family picnic at the tables in the park. I'm not sure what kind of sick game this is, or if the world has gone crazy. All I know is that I am not leaving from this tree until that crazy man at the bottom of this tree who keeps walking into the side of the tree and continuously smacking his forehead against the old crumbling bark decides to move on. Then I will continue my investigation, hopefully by tomorrow, and in the comfort of my own home! Until then I will just sit nice and snug on this forked branch and save my strength in case I have to utilize my drunken monkey style Kung-fu.