Feelings

A feeling

is more than a thought,

or a mere memory of

some emotional struggle once fought,

we say we care,

but to feel it takes a double-dare,

or an occurrence that's rare,

like Obamacare,

or half price on gas,

when inflation flares,

our feelings are not a snare,

they're there,

to make us aware,

of all that we are,

so stop dealing with them,

from afar,

and hiding from an old-scar,

and damn sure won't find them,

some late night in a bar,

if you want love, then get behind the wheel,

I'll be the car,

together we can go anywhere!

Apart we go

          NOWHERE…

Tony Barksdale

HIS

He is called the Messiah,

The Messiah of who,

me, the writer,

and the reader, you,

and all He asks,

is that we walk true,

not allowing what was done in our youth,

to keep us from the truth,

so simple words won't do,

Actions is our word,

forget,

the traditional things you've heard,

it may sound absurd,

why if we can join a flock,

want to stay with the herd,

using all our elbow grease,

in search of peace,

when with Him,

Love is a verb,

He gave His life for us,

for those we thought He never knew,

traversing this earth,

since birth, thinking we had a clue,

crying for change,

but afraid to try something new,

chasing the many,

not seeing the hearts of the few,                

He is called the Messiah,

the Messiah of who,

me, the writer,

and the reader, you!

the lost are found,

the chained are unbound,

a life that was in fast-forward,

is being rewound,

and faces full of frowns,

are blossoming smiles,

lifestyles that were wild,

are becoming like a child's,

no fuss,

for He is the Messiah,

of us…

              Yeshua

Tony Barksdale

My El-Shaddai
 

God don't get mad,

is what I once heard,

that's why we have 5 senses,

feel my words,

enough talking,

because that's for the birds,

we pollute,

and convalent,

seeming so destitute,

fighting for hell, we vent,

while trapped in this war,

we complain,

and lay blame,

with disdain,

from shame,

calling the battles a bore,

nevermind the lives lost,

can't look huh, eyes sore,

so on we move,

marching to the cry "To them we prove,"

looking around wondering,

why we lose,

never seeing what we did,

in what we choose,

not a care in the world,

so hit the snooze,

WAKE UP!! yells a voice from on high,

with a sigh,

sore eyes pop open,

as it says "I AM NIGH!"

not knowing what that means,

made me want to flee,

a flea,

gone in the wind,

but to where do I go,

to hide from thee, I don't know,

ya this or that, and things I said for show,

and the words, naming me,

because what I planted had to grow,

land mines in my own field!..

                          My El-Shaddai…

 Tony Barksdale

Untamed 2

Political prisoner?
If that, I‘m not sure,
let’s see,
I’m poor,
black, pure,
young at heart,
and strong in mind,
and mine’s,
now of these things, I’m surer,
breaking the law, made us fewer,
and can list quite a few more,
I’ll just be ignored,
on dollars they snore,
and are hypocrites to the pore,
while dancing on marble floors,
you get it I’m sure,
but what can I do?
One amongst a dying breed, soo soo few,
they’ve done their job well,
yea, It’s true!
Now it’s time to make them do ours,
too,
they’re supposed to be our voices,
yet they’re saying and doing what
they think to do,
untamed tongues of ours,
People Power!!

Tony Barksdale

– BAMA –

Their goal,
is to kill,
Their aim,
overlook your appeal,
Decisions based on,
how they feel,
They say it’s not revenge,
we know that ain’t real,
trying to run us thru,
like a whale’s creel,
and when we find something to fight with,
you change the bill,
understand why, everyone is scared of you,
because your racist ways have been tried,
and held true!
So what can a negro do?
Other than cut your grass,
or kiss your ass,
that’ll get you executed too,
Ol’ orange, white and blue,
you even trued to take the country,
to start segregation anew,
yet our cases aren’t heard!

Tony Barksdale

Untamed

Political prisoner?
I don’t know, if I’m that,
I’m sure elections were won,
based on capital punishment convictions stats,
never-mind how my due process was overlooked,
and that’s a fact!
My ineffective trial attorney, became a judge,
where that happen at?
While on death row I sat,
and still sit
because the higher judges,
won’t admit,
he absolutely didn’t do shit!
Forgive my language,
but on these abiding by the law hypocrites,
we all need to spit, since they won’t quit,
roasting them over a fire pit,
won’t remove the grit,
so we take the higher road,
and happily invite all justice seekers,
to come with,
Just us …

Tony Barksdale

– Growing –

A second to die,

an eternity to live,

chasing revenge,

afraid to forgive,

loving hate,

hungering to be awake,

dictating fate,

giving to take,

nothing to remake

time lost,

the hearts defrost,

broken,

blood thirst quenched,

now choking,

but God heals if we let Him …

The moments we have add up, the mistakes made in moments shouldn’t be the dictating factor that determines how we spend our lifetime. The hurt and the pain may be different kinds, but in one way or another we have all lost, so I wonder has “an eye for an eye” already left us all blind to the fact that love bridges the gap many forms of gaps that we (humanity in general) created??

Is it truly going to take no one being left for enough to be enough!!!

Love promotes healing …

Tony Barksdale

Z611 (F – I – 24a)

Proverbs 16

Lord you have control, 

of this hand, 

help me explain, 

how I journeyed, 

from a child to a man, 

while in immaturity's quicksand, 

sinking in frustrations, 

because I could see the land, 

frustration maturing into anger, 

because I couldn't understand, 

why down was the only way to go, 

when going against God's plan, 

my struggles had a purpose, 

I couldn't comprehend, 

my motives were pure, 

but I kept forgetting to press send, 

and everything was “All Good,” 

even that was pretend, 

being 21 at ten, 

then, 

when, 

I got locked up, 

they forgot I was a friend, 

then meeting christians, 

who taught me how to sin, Satan's twin / ungodly men,

retaliating due to losses, 

thinking that's a win, 

only to once again, 

be in prison, 

living through a pen, 

was I meant for more?, 

sure, 

I just went about it the wrong way, 

misled by what I was fed, 

going straight astray, 

listening to people, 

instead of what God had to say, 

so Lord you have control, 

of this hand, 

help me explain, 

how I journeyed, 

from a child to a man!

Proverbs 16…