I’m just recollectin’ about life before I stepped in line with the Christ. Lime is the light we pursued through the night trying to change up life. Grasping at straws because our goals ain’t right. . .
"The Hellenistic culture that breeds this Humanistic worldview is in my sights when I give these words life. So, I had to leave behind my peregrination to the illuminated darkness of the blind secular nation."
I want to slow down and journey with You to the cross before tasting the thrill of Your resurrection.But how does my reality allow me to do such a thing? Running, running -tired -out of time.
Art & Poetry by Márcia Smith Terra Walk with me down pitted road of hard-packed red earth spread stubbornly fertile under glaring skies: My mother, Her name is “Home.”
Who knew It would ever come to this? Ha, I tried to run from this. . .
Written by R.A. Loyd Perhaps madmen belong in caves wherein the Lord receives them tenderly with mercies unknown to a shaking, howling, blasphemous generation. A mist on the concrete is three oceans to the hermit; the branch of oak is a sight of two colors; to the ascetic it is ninety proverbs. Every game and trial is lowercase theology to the itinerant monk, whereupon the body is a constant altar, a legged Israel, a country of praise.
Written by Victor Stanley Jr. Dope game, I’ve seen it all Seen the rise plus I’ve seen the falls, Heart full of hate I’ve seen them on those corners squeezing off (guns) Heart full of love I’ve seen it get taken advantage of I’ve seen the pain Plus I’ve seen the change Good girls end up jaded Good boys end up chasing that paper They all get whored out Ced’ told me “Life got us all Vic, no hold outs” I’m spitting it quicker You gotta realize there’s more to these pictures It’s hurt in these words Written by a mind that’s disturbed I see the troubles of the…
Written by Victor Stanley Jr. Ran from the game then I came back Askin’ “Where the pain at?” Look dog I gotta change that From the sorrow to the joy and These cats wanna make all this noise To shut out the fear, in the silence that they’re trying to avoid Maneuvers employed to build and destroy is a false theology No life in that ecology I murdered the dichotomy That had my hands in evil, my thoughts in love, But my plans deceitful, The plug and the grams illegal Love for my mans but this clan will eat you, Watch life defeat you I was snatched from the…
Written by Victor Stanley Jr. Who knew, that these cats would do things Business as usual Covert operations before they showed they’re true blue We was raised to peep the imposters, No use for boo hoos We play the game proper I see ya baby You looking real eager baby Why don’t you come step on the blocka, I hustled streets from South Beach to D.C.’s Northeast, Pulling through Chicago’s South Side Backroads of Indiana Slang laced with Virginia grammar Cali cats holding hammers Plug in Pittsburg Philly cats in Lynchburg Bmore whores and Richmond chores Mtown doors and Pdub wards I really did it, really lived…
Written by Márcia Smith Cains Every one of us Bitter fruit of half-hearted labors Bittersweet taste Of a serpentine knock Swiftly answered;