I was carried away into a familiar city,
resting on a hammock in the middle of the street.
The poor, the pimps, the whores, the tricks,
and their fair skin demons serve me as well.
I fear there is no hell here.
Paradise was neither lost nor gained,
It remained the same over the changing years
and is being reclaimed NOW.
My castle is a crack house; my steeple their needle.
They read bibles in-vein, passing the sane "Church"
shaking pastors from their rafters.
The street lights all have beady red eyes
but we throw halos over horns and stare them down.
How many ghosts are in this town?
'Cause the only sheets of white I see are wedding dresses
with a blood stain on the side; why hide behind a viel?
Walk with me through these narrow back alleys like an aisle.
See the bleached light rushing through the tunnel?
It will meet us where we are, there is no end.
No less then, just greater then what two people equal to.
We take the hate and anger of our youth to the park,
and have a picnic as perfect strangers.
Tell the nay-sayers we won't shout it from the mountain top...
high rises and skyscrapers will do.
Tattoo's will illustrate this movement: permanent.
Mothers of the fatherless will reunite with fathers
of the forgotten who have been remembered once again.
While everyones going postal for social causes,
we'll be freeing global hostages.
I watched Jesus steal the key and unlock this city.
We let the birds out of their cages and they still sing!
It seems maya angelou knew nothing.
Red carpets roll straight to the doors of orphanages.
God, pour your spirit like liquor over these kids.
They only need to get drunk once; to taste heaven
then enter in the rave with angels at every club.
No need for I.D. just your heart and soul, checked and ready.
Bars will serve pitchers of holy water as we dance;
two stepping in wet cement creating footprints to the father.
God gave us his Son, but the moon is coming soon.
Substitute a throne for an electric chair... see if I care.
I'm alive on revival, renewal will prove we'll not die.
A naked lamb has taken my hand; pulling the wool from my eyes. |
Submission Name: Alive on Revival
