Control

God, take control of my steering wheel;

I’ll get out the driver’s seat.

I haven’t been driving well on my own;

Going up and down the wrong street.

And though I have a road map,

I still can’t find my way.

God, take control of my steering wheel,

I surrender to you today.

--God, Take Control of my Steering Wheel,  from the poetry collection Soultight,   

         Alieux Casey-George

Dayum

Cccan you hhhear mmme?

Can u hear me

Cccommunnicate in evvvery way pppossssible

Via phonetextemail and phonetextemail and phonetextemail and phone

Text

Email wwwearrrring mmmy heart ooon mm ssleeve

Can you ssssee me waiving mmmmy hands?

I’m looking for you

I’ve called you.

I’ve texted you.

I’ve written you.

Love,

Wwhere the hhell are you?

Damnit

Substitute for gods, Part 1

You aint no

god!

So stop acting like you’re the  judge the jury and everything in between.

You’re on the outside trying to look in to things that are none of your damn business  because you feel you need to know everything about everybody and anything you don't know  you make up  and get worked up  about it and you get pissed off for nothing?
 

God doesn't need your assistance.

You can’t cherry pick things in the bible you've misinterpreted to be a sin while committing all the others that are clear sins

and then you get mad when people point the sins out to you while you scream to them about their "sins"? 

You can’t die on the inside and scream because you  think everyone else is dying.

Judge your self

And do better for you.

why do you think you have no friends?

Spend time digging the trash out the closet that you have locked away from everyone while you insist on getting  the keys to everyone else’s closets.for exposure.

get the fuck outta here with that hypocritical bullshit.

You aint a god.

the streets  (the churches) are watching you,
and there's a consensus: 

You're a liar with an undiagnozed  neurotic psychotic bipolar disorder.

everyone has walked away from you.

get some help.

You aint a god.  

Shitty People

 

 

when 'friends' begin to smell/look/

turn

real shitty,

realize that they were never your friends.

 

 

don't even ask from where the shitty-ness came:

it was always there.

it was concealed under the blanket of friendliness.

you just chose to ignore the faintness of it.

 

just walk away.

 

Georgia Anne Muldrow - Great Blacks

This.

Numb

he was told by his mother
"not to tell what goes on in their house"
but he mentioned the beat-downs to a friend
casually,
thinking it was part of  every boy's life,
thinking it was an initiation into manhood.

he found out it wasn't.

it was just part of his life;
none of his friend's dads were abusing them.

i came running

(like i did

 al-

Ways       

            ) running

towards what i thought was your love towards

what i thought was your

friend-

ship:

i t doesn’t exist. 

i ran

Not

into you

but through you.

you’re a hologram

(the      hope

) I run.

 I run.

I run.

I run. 

I run and I run

& I stop

I look back

I see you behind me,

 li-

      ving

Not even realizing or caring that I’m not where I was

So

I’ll continue running until I am so far

That I don’t even

See u

(or remember) 

When I look back