Jumping

I need a new way to move
This vehicle has failed
This caravan is too slow
I’ll miss my flight if I stay
I just take a chance
And move on without them
Change is desired, required
And imminent.


R. L. Heath, Jr.

This man

I fear this part of me
The free one, the liberated man
Uncontrolled, free willed and too
Ambitious man
Historically troublesome, shameless ,
Embarrassing man
Fearless, fun, witty, and
Charismatic man
The other half me, man
To let him free
Would render my life at risk
I lack trust for this
Irresponsible man
The pain I heal now
From this man
I have regret from this
Man
I have resentment from this
Man
I have embarrassment from this
Man
I have freedom from this
Man
How to merge me with this
Man.

R. L. Heath, Jr.

Rummage Sale

It’s grand sale!
One of a kind!
Not a white,
Not a blue,
Not a 32 hour,
But a Unique Sale!
All parts are used,
And reduced.
Lower prices for liquidation.
Vital, essential, and useful
For those who find purpose
With the discarded parts.
Here it is as follows:
Mind for 20 dollars,
Or best offer.
Former owner lack
The competence to utilize
Properly.
A bit damage from
Lack of use
Kind of dusty
Bad perception
From misconception of
Intelligence.
Potential expansion capabilities
Are said to be phenomenal.
All parts included for the
Heart, 15 dollars
Or best offer.
Previous owner lacked the
Caring and potential for the
Heart to grow.
Appreciation was minimal,
Rather discarded with contempt.
Lack of confidence
Has weakened it
And tainted the fluids.
Constant abuse by others
And owner.
Has latch a mold
Across the mane of
The heart.
Soul…….
Best offer
Ranting and virtually
Unsatisfied.
Devalued because the
Sould wants an escape
Happiness is hard to
Find for this particular
Amenity.
High maintenance and
Very high capabilities,
Stresses the body of possession.
Body
Free with purchase of any other part.
This part has been devalued
Because of it’s complexion,
Frailty, lack of luster.
Extremely popular amongst users
And abusers.
Previous owner was
Depreciative of it,
And did not want
Much to do with it
Be here to
Take heed of
This once in
A lifetime offer!

R. L. Heath, Jr.

Wrong Roots

Priest drink up confession
Knowing no truth at all
Keeping down and out the true temptations
To ensure our angelic call

Even though out charter is human manifest.
Our natural feelings are dismissed,
To make way for man to impress.
To ignored or be not to is to hissed.

I follow the solemn road,
Road of personal manifestation
To do this, I must be bold
Even though I face austricization

Our nature is over ran by the charters.
We banish those who follow their nature
Why, because there are no founding fathers,
No three wise men to insure.

Deafening screams are defeaned,
We are afraid of the truth!
Unnatural things are quickened,
Because we won’t unroot.

R. L. Heath, Jr.

And…?

Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you to tell me
I don’t have the right to live?’
Who the hell are you to tell me
The correct way to live?

Do you put food in my mouth?
Do you put the clothes on my back?
Do you pay my bills?
Then what gives you the right to criticize me?

Did you give me the life I live?
Did you give me the eyes to see?
Did you give me the ears to hear?
Did you give me the heart to feel?
Then what gives you the right to banish me?

Do you provide the air to breathe?
Do you provide the water to cleanse?
Do you provide the sunlight to live?
The who the hell are you to judge me?

Can I call you bitch?
Can I call you nigger?
Can I call you whore?
Can I call you liar?
Can I call you faggot?
Can I call you sinner?
Then who the hell are you to call me these names?

Until you become an Omnipotent power,
Do not criticize me
Do not banish me
Do not judge me
Call me by my name
Unless you can accept and receive the otherwise,

And…?
R. L. Heath, Jr

She, Allah

The unequivocal human
Speaks but does not listen
Comments but does not understand
The destitute integral man
Spends but does not produce
Uses but do not give
Laughs without laughter
These men are the brethren
Of our human desire
The father of our lustful
Spite of dignity
The son and progeny
Of our mistakes forgotten
Three divine does not constitute
Punishment for our wicked ways
To think so would be arrogant
Neither does She let you escape
Consequence
The fact of nature, life and
The ethers
Not console Her divinity
Would rule you inhumane
Making you a blind heathen
Whose definite cause was parasitical
Make you a threat to the rest
Of nature
Disabled, unable are thee
Such a blemish, reputation
In history
Wiped clean from
Light:
Light that has given you
And that will take you
Let it be warned
You avaricious, unsatisified
Demagagous carry-ons
Will, has, and can be
Retributed with and by
Her Name
Allah.
The Lord above is our
Air that we abuse
Water that we fill with refuse
Light that we block
Heart that we ignore
Mind that we molest
Body that we detest
Soul that we leave
Word that we deceive
Philosophy that we degrade
Reason that we under grade
Hands that we dehumanize
Brothers that we demonize
Forgive us Lord.


R. L. Heath, Jr.

You…

I failed you
I failed myself
I had no clue
No clue you would not help

You said
I even said
I love you
And that was
Not true

At least

You realized
I realized
That this was just a mess
But we refuse to confess
…but

you told me
I said to myself
Something is wrong
But kept it underneath
…until

you did not love
I did love
The essence of you
But afraid to show the anew
… but now

at least
for you
but
realized there is nothing
until I told you
How I felt
Now
I am over you.


R. L. Heath, Jr.