Current Affair

Current Affair

As the saying goes, “history repeats itself”

But on his bookshelf collecting dust behind his book of current affairs

Is the history book where you exist

No more reminiscence about the first day you kissed

No more walk down memory lane if it’s all the same find another path to stroll

For the whole last chapter of you and his book anger was the tone

So when you decided it was best to leave him alone he moved on

As I turn the page I read of war and great depression,

Assassinations of his character and usery that lead his finances into a recession

I read of his non-violent approach to restore his right to be a man

And the devilish plan you threw in his face to keep this man in his place

But as I said that book is placed on the back of the shelf

And currently he himself forgot it was even there

Prepare to understand this man places his new adventures and bookmarks

With Holy Scripture in his book called current affairs

Which is where I reside

He don’t hide our book in dark web infested places where wasted books go

So stop trying to turn back to page one your love affair with my man is done

There will never be a resurrection or restoration or even a revival in white tents

Time spent don’t shorten your life sentence

So now that you are presented with the latest post in these notes

You see it’s not necessary to resurrect the past

So make sure this is the last time you reach out to him

I am his current and his future events

His divine

His heaven sent

I am his need to celebrate

I stimulate all his senses

And since I’m not going anywhere

I advise you to find another man and become his current affair.

The Sin of the World

So often in time we rush through life

Blind not able to see each other as we really are far from faith

We turn hate on and off like emotional electricity

The man on the corner begging for a dime

Do you take the time to dig it out your pocket

Or turn your back cause you lack vision

To see beneath what the man could really be

An angel hoping you choose wise

And to your demise you choose wrong

And then long for God’s good grace

When in chaotic haste you need him to lend his ear

Though dear to his heart his children play their part

In leaving this world to succumb to sin

Life

Life

Can I tell yawl a little something about life?

You see God gave us the privilege to breathe and all we seem to worry about is this world’s strife

For example man by the name of John Doe died at the age of twenty four

And why so young and in his prime to understand we have to rewind time

Back to January 1^st beautiful baby boy is born but sworn to secrecy the father’s name is unknown

So mama steps in and takes on her role and daddy’s role

Not knowing her baby’s whole life depended upon this decision

But baby boy begins to age he comes to the stage in life where he believes that school is for fools

And as long as he continues to sell the good shit

He would survive no knowing staying alive is what he should strive for

But you see he got money rolling in he can afford to buy mama anything

But nothing seems to makes her happy again cause baby boy is committing the ultimate of sins

Died of a broken heart is what her certificate read

He put up a lot of money to bury her right when all she wanted to do was live broke with him instead

So know he’s all alone with no one to make his house feel like a home

You see the more he sold the good shit it consumed his life

He never took the time to marry when he always yearned for a wife

But soon he felt things began to change when he met this girl, this spiritual girl

And change was upon his horizon and as a reward God gifted him with a son

Feeling good about life he strolls through his hood

Until he was confronted by this pheen begging for the good shit

Begging until he got mad with murder in his eyes cause his addiction was so bad

Slain and laying on that cold concrete dying he thought to himself I guess I reaped what I sew

The tragedy is what he would never know is the pheen that took his life was his father Michael Doe

Where Do I Go

Oh god, it’s cold; I need new gloves these things are getting old.

Maybe if I keep walking my toes won’t freeze, I’ll just walk until I get there to avoid this rigid breeze.

I can’t wait to find some heat, my fingers have gone numb, I should have prepared boy I’m dumb.

I’ll just stop thinking about it, maybe if I think warm thoughts; I'll warm up a bit.  I’m in Florida walking on the beach, I fall in the sand, when I bend to reach, I’m trying to reach to pick up the beautiful sand I just want to feel its tiny grains in the palm of my hand.

That warm sun feels good on my face, kinda like the feel of hand woven lace.

I continue my journey to where I must go; I should walk faster, I moving much to slow.

Almost there just a little bit more before I know it I’ll be knocking at the door.  The cold returns, my face has become white, the fantasy is over I held on to it with all my might, Just a little further, then I stop and I think, where do I go, my bed last night was just a pile of snow.

Postmarked

I stumbled into the post office lugging this heavy box; 

I kicked it and pushed it as the line moved. 

I peered at the clock and it was 10 to 5 and I was next in line. 

The clerk yelled next and I bent my knees to lift this heavy box and place it on
her counter-top. 

She said to me that box looks heavy what’s inside? 

I opened the flaps to kill her curiosities. 

I pulled out my purity he stole when he assured me he loved me. 

The lonely nights I endured following the 4 phone calls I didn’t get
the next day. 

Oh yeah, the abortion he forced me to get because the other woman he claimed wasn’t his wife. 

I showed her the STD that got cured but left me scarred. 

So I cannot produce life passed my own. 

But the heaviest item was still left inside the box, shame and disappointment wouldn’t allow me to bare it all to her. 

Those curious eyes peered all the way to my soul so I lifted the two sheets of paper marked HIV positive. 

The flood gates opened and the tears began to fall from us both and silence fell across our space. 

That is until I looked up and into her face and her red painted lips parted to ask, where is this box going? 

And I replied, I give it all to God! 

She postmarked this heavy box with our father name and as she lifted it to place it in the outgoing been I said to her; by the way mark that heavy box fragile!