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Magic in a Girl


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“I know who I am”, “who God says I am”

 

 

Elegant defined fingers know,
what hands were taught before birth
that ten year old feet thump
to a rhythm on the bass drum
and in sync with cymbals,
who God says she is.
She shows us who she is

by BT

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Posted by on September 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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I am a believer


A man

I’ve never been here before
My breath catches
The sound races through me
Senses barely keeping up
The clock stops ticking
Words lock into rhythm
I can’t move
Then filled with rap fuel,
I eject into his sphere

My hands hold my mouth back
I know but can’t say
That I’ve touched heaven
Zapped by mighty power,
I rock with the angels
I close my eyes
that only see a man
When I know that I’ve met God

Thousands of Spirits
Jump out of dark suits
Screaming and shouting
Crying and sweating
Here we are one
We are in deep and free
He loves millions into his embrace
The music stops
I still believe

BT

 
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Posted by on July 26, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Lemn Sissay!


Lemn, a resident artist at the Southbank Center (London), is a poetic dynamite. I think he has changed my life as a poet forever. He is a great example of the healing, freeing and entertaining power of poetry. He is an embodiment of creativity (quite literally). His web page is full of goodies http://www.lemnsissay.com

Here are a couple:

 

Watch him give a poetic response to an interview question

 
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Posted by on July 25, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Faith


Anxiety speaks in hush tones

New life breaking from another

It may kill the mother

Sweat trickles down the face of the father

Its’ been too many hours,

Oh God our heavenly father

She’s born with all her ten toes

Made on earth with heaven’s guarantee

 

Kenyans voted but won’t count

Words and machetes fly

Big white men give it a try

Our children cry

We look up to the sky

Those who duel must both win

Hateful flames smoulder into resentful ashes

She runs with her husband’s head in a bag

Only the divine can restore the flag from this rag

 

A smile for all our hearts

He can think in, out and around

But his teeth and his brains are black

And will stain the superpower

He must take his place at the back of the bus

The child of the slave goes down on her knees

Sangomas rattle rocks in their own blood

Men in luminous agbada call on the Holy Ghost

The world of colour turns pale on a long fast

Men in white open White House gates

for the black man

 

The ground moves from under me

Dad alive was our powerhouse

In his death he is overwhelming us

A chapter viciously ripped from our lives

Our beautiful faces ugly with grief

Dear God, help me!

I hold onto a chair for Almighty support

The earth slowly stops swaying

My father smiles and swaggers on home

BT

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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My Church Is a Small Box



All my life I’ve talked to God. He has never failed me

But my church is a small box. I can’t fit in it and neither can God

To be a child of God, my church’s way, I need never have gone abroad

I need never have approached another person or idea with an open mind

This Christian doctrine and culture is like an ill fitting suit or a small shoe

I can only pretend that am fully covered and can make life’s journey

It takes barely two years for me to be done with a church and its talk

Last Sunday, my Pastor called Oprah an agent of the devil

The Pope says Africa is receiving spiritual trash. I agree

Shout! Shout Amen!

Thank God we now have noise pollution law to shut up the ruckus

 

Men chopping and dicing not to part with any power

She can preach but she can’t be the Pastor

Okay, she can be a Pastor but she can’t be an Elder

Your place is in hell if you drink or smoke

No, some wine is okay but keep off the beer and the liquor

These are the rules, the shifting rules of men and disobedience is called sin

Dance if you must but don’t gyrate over here

That swaying backside suffocates the Holy Spirit

There is no sin like a sex sin to work the church folk into a froth

Your hips and their desires have no place at the alter

If they think you are having sex where they say you should not

God may love you, but they won’t have you

You will be thrown out of the church

and they will work themselves into a righteous frenzy

To keep you out of the office of the Chief Justice

 

We pray for the President even if he may be a thief

Gloat and boast that he came to our church

We must be suspicious of Islam and reject a new Constitution

that gives Muslims the same rights as Christians

Even if the new law stops leaders from stealing from us

If God can hear the prayer of two or three people gathered together,

Why do I need to make the weekly pilgrimage to pray with the multitude?

If a book brought me salvation, why can’t I buy 10 copies for my friends

instead of giving the money to my church?

What’s in good music that draws in millions?

What did we feel when America elected a solid black man to be President?

What made Wangari’s teachings about trees a clear global call?

What causes a man to love his wife and care for his children all of his life?

The power of God is found in creations that may never have been to church

 

When I pray, there is always a light

God is always right here where I am

God visits my church as he does everywhere else

 

 

 

BT


 
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Posted by on February 19, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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