Decipher my Cipher

"Attempting to reason the spiritual, is like using opinion to question the factual."

Yes, he has left us, yet still remains right?

No, he remains not on the left, but on the right

Maybe he left for reasons that were right.

Yes, here we are three, but also one

No, there we are one, but also three

Maybe there is only one three here and three ones there.

Yes he was once one third on earth

No he was two thirds in one, yet one with the one

Maybe he is all three in one functioning as one

Yes, in the beginning was the word

No, in the beginning the word was with God

Maybe, the word was God written as his word

Yes, I am the image of God

No, I am a God

Maybe I am imagining an image of myself as God

Or imagining God through my own image.

Getting

Own

Definition

Cant Change

“They come and go, like annual fall of snow”

I can’t change history

Can’t change the skin complexion which makes you despise me

I can’t relocate all my poor people

Can’t relocate wealth in an effort to make us equal

I can’t support families with crime cash

Can’t support the police by selling their drug stash

I can’t receive preferential treatment

Can’t give an affluently, and therefore worthy complaint

I can’t go church

Redemption lies not within a religious monarch

I can’t teach young minds to hate those who differ from them

Can’t teach them to trust a hypocritical cultural system

I can’t undo time

Can’t undo the poverty that has become mine.

Slipping Away

"Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem" (Unknown)

Fie Fi Fo

Dig Dug Doe

Boring back tracks from, long ago

Acutely paranoid life’s first to go

Pain inducing seclusion

Recluse and reluctant to mingle.

Funeral, respect for whom the living or the dead?

Birth of memory through death in the people he’s touched instead

Living of short spurts of happiness

With no joy to harness inner peace.

Fie Fi Foe

Dig Dug Doe

History repeats, alive and living once more

The universal genius stumbles upon solution on eve of letting go

To strong to take its life, too tired of living

Existing, Drifting

Until it rained where it was inconceivable of raining.

Returning to its first birth

Dreading split seconds on earth

Death from within underneath ones own skin

A deceased presence amongst next of kin.

Embracing death through painful life.

Dancing with the devil a shiny nine and knife.