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.

Our Decks

Journeys I have followed
Have been apparent to me
As to where I have been borne
As I reflect
The roads, bridges, and paths
Seem have disappeared in
The large picture of history
The milestones stand as borderlines
To the person portrayed in the
Still motion biography—
Flashcard silent film
As in the present
Things hoped and wished of
Are placed next to each other
Like cards of a deck
The more are placed, less are remembered
Are each card
Ever second in our mind
A card is placed
Marking an end to each
Period of time.
Periodically tough
We look back to review
The place cards of a deck
We realize that the cards placed
Can not all be remembered
The milestones form the picture
We have in our psyche
The aces, kings queens and jacks
Form the edge of our
Perfected personality at the
Time.
Some us remember
Some of the 2’s, 5’ and 6’s
Some us smile, and some
Of us, just cry.
Yet we all at some point
Review our card played and placed
We all at some point
Look and observe the level of our deck
Obscure and illicit the amount left
Unsecure and feared, the rest maybe
We continue to play the next card
And move on.
Some of us don carry the full deck
Fear of losing good cards
Either way we play
Some against, with, to , and for
Each other.
Yes will play cards for whatever
Reason.
We all that X amount of
Cards to play
And we all will run out.


R. L. Heath, Jr.