I fell asleep while chasing a dream E-Book

Gregory Parham

• Herausgeber: BooxAi
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

These poems are about the unbelievable mess we can make of our lives when we are addicted to any mood altering drugs. They are also about the unbelievable clarity and purpose we can achieve when we are separated from this addiction. These poems are more importantly about discovering something greater than myself which now guides my thoughts and actions. For those who find themselves reading this book I hope that you find something greater than yourself too.

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Gregory Parham

I Fell Asleep while Chasing a Dream

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ISBN: 978-965-578-338-4

I FELL ASLEEP WHILE CHASING A DREAM

GREGORY PARHAM

TEL-THE-VISION

There's an enemy in your house that's disrespectful and rude. Some call it the Black Box, the one-eyed monster, or simply The Boob Tube. It disguises itself as a comforter or friend. The only thing you can be sure of is the truth it will bend. It has many different methods, but its goals never change. It wants to tell its vision and manipulate your brain. You think it’s your friend, so you believe what it says. You trust lt with your children most of the day, and it loves to spend that quality time because it doesn't take much to poison their minds. Its poison is more powerful than any dope; it wraps them with Illusions and gives them false hope. It sedates their minds, and for hours they sit, they become so attached they can't do without it. These are the future leaders we have to look out for; you have to be careful what you allow through your door. By the time your child finishes elementary school, he will see 8,000 murders which is definitely not cool, and this same child, before he is out of his teens, will see 200,000 violent acts on that menacing screen. Most of us know this thing has the power to control. So, when your teen has a problem, how do you think they're gonna roll? Especially since you talk to yours on an average of 29 minutes a week versus the 1700 minutes you'll allow this thing to speak; please make no mistake, and try to understand, you have an enemy in your house, with a very wicked plan. It wants to tell you what's right; it wants to rot your mind and destroy your life, it has the potential to damage your health, and it wants to tell you where to spend your wealth; it has no respect for the commands of God, it wants you to worship this life in every regard, it wants you to spend more time with its family than your own if lt can accomplish this then it knows its halfway home. Modern Family, the New Normal, Judge Judy, it's all the same. Don't let it redefine your values and pollute your brain. Just look at what it’s telling you, and you’ll understand what you need to do. It wants you to believe that its family is okay and that same-sex marriages are accepted today. Love before marriage is the next popular thing, but it destroys morality and redefines what is sane. It flashes 14,000 sexual references in your face, and no one can say that this is in good taste, so when dating begins among our teens, they find themselves just acting out scenes. This is not the way God intended us to live. We must come out of the dark Valley and walk towards that light on the hill…but most of us won't be able to do that when God is dissected and pushed to the back. We must explain to our children about the unity of God, but if they believe in Superman and the Power Rangers, your work will be hard. Hercules is polytheism at his best; there is only one God, and this we must attest. This thing inclines us the that which is wrong; drugs, greed, sex, violence, it goes on and on; your behavior is changed without your consent, it sits innocently causing Mayhem, and it never relents. This thing is vicious and doesn't know how to play soft, so until you can take control of it, just cut it off!!!

IF I CAN GO BACK

If I can go back to what started it all, Satan would not have tempted them to fall, Cain and Abel would have been friends, and man’s storyline would have had a different end. If I could go back to when God was making certain plants, I would ask him to leave out these strains; I have a fear that they will become dear to man’s nose and veins. If I could go back to when the pyramids were being laid, I would like to look into the eyes of each brother who now lay in their grave. I know these monuments were built by people combating sin, and now they want to give credit to little green aliens, but I know they were built with the knowledge of God. He said, “Just believe in him, and nothing shall be hard.” If I could go back to when all people were black, I would ask them about Jesus Christ, I would explain who he was, with the description of a dove, and they would say no man in sight. If I could go back, I would go back to Christopher Columbus, they said he discovered this place, but I would like to ask Amerigo Vespucci to see what he has to say. If I could go back, I would go back to the American Indians who really own this land; I would tell them about a pale-face coming and about his wicked little plan; when he gets to you, treat him like scum, don't believe a word he says, and never drink his rum. If I could go back, I would go back to the first slaves captured and the blacks who helped in that; I would cut their heads off first and feed them to the cats. If I could go back, I would go back to when they were making the laws; I would ask them to put in a clause that says these laws are not just for me but for all. If I could go back, I would go back to the Tuskegee experiment, and ask, who thought of this? You had doctors and nurses that were supposed to be healing but were actually making people sick. If I could go back, I would go back to the first meeting of the KKK, I would tell them, and eye for an eye is the way we're going to play; if one of mine bleeds, yours bleed too, not just you, but your sons and daughters too. If I could go back, I would go back to April 1968. I would make James Earl Ray late for his date, he killed a man named Dr. Martin Luther King, but he didn't know you can't kill a dream. If I could go back, I would go back to that day in Dallas, Texas, when the country should have gotten the message that this government doesn't give a damn who’s on the throne if you don't do what they want, you'll get a Magic Bullet of your own. If I could go back, I would go back to the Nation of Islam and instruct them brothers in the Holy Quran; I would ask them not to pollute something that is pure. With this, you can find your way to God, Malcolm was sure. If I could go back, I would go back to the Vietnam War and ask the question, what is it for? Hamburger Hill was only a dream. Those people fought you with every damn thing. You thought you could win, but they fooled you. Now you did kill Saddam because you want that black goo. If I could go back, I would go back to the trial of OJ; if a man is found not guilty, how can you make him pay?

If I could go back to change something, I would have gone right away, but God is the only one who's in control. I can't even go back to yesterday.

I SEE DEAD PEOPLE

We were a thing not heard of. Then God said, “Be! Oh, what a wonderful thing! All praise belongs to thee!” Everything that God has created lives until it dies. It performs its Duty religiously without asking why... But man was given the ability to choose, so he figures he may as well use his head, but because of the choices he made, he turns into the Living Dead.

I see people Walking around with no conscious and no soul. They're the most vicious of all creatures, so uncaring, so, so cold. I also see people who don't think they're dead, afraid to open their mouths, and are just waiting for their obituaries to be read. They may as well go ahead and die. No rewards will they get from the sky. The dead are multiplying every day because we turn our heads the other damn way.

I see the dead trying to lead the people to God. They say, “The way is through them. By yourself, it's much too hard.” The Pope says, “Hope,” Farewell says, “We are all going to hell.” Muslim, be ready to meet Allah in the sky as innocent women and children die. I see the dead glorifying God every day, then they speak about the joys of being gay. You can't find a Catholic priest to confess these days because they're all in court confessing their ways. I see dead people!

I see dead Black Mayors in the South, supporting the Confederate issuing out their mouth, they say black folks Let It Go, that's been so many years, plus we need their vote to pay our bills. I see dead rappers under the dome, speaking about the many ways to disrespect their own. What about how this thing first came to be? It was about bringing the dead from the living, from people who look like you and me! Instead of subtracting from the madness, you're adding a plus, isn't the president, Supreme Court, and Congress enough? The dead have their hands on the food we eat. They're pumping steroids to stretch the meat. Half the time, things grow big and strong, but your bowels tell you something is wrong. Stuff coming out of you smelling like it's dead, this is the fruits of their labor, or do you think it's all in my head? I see dead people!

I see the dead everywhere. They are polluting this Earth. Just test the water and the air. I see dead doctors and scientists too. They're playing with deadly viruses like it's the flu. Fifty thousand die a day from the games they play. They say there's no cure yet, but that's not what Magic says. The deads look at death in a funny way. They say as long as it's legal, it's o.k. Alcohol, Tobacco, and Prescription drugs kill ten times the number of petty thugs.

I see the dead building their graveyards from sun up to sun down. They call them jails and Penitentiaries. I'm sure it's one in your town. I see dead people in jails satisfied with their hell as long as the dead keepers are feeding them well. I see dead sisters on the block, sleeping with the dead just to cop. I see the dead going back to some that live, spreading the disease in there till... This death scheme is all by design. If you don't care about living, then you're probably dying. I see dead people!

I see dead men who don't want to be fathers or dads, making babies and then lying on their asses. They're supposed to maintain and protect, but that's out of the question because they have an image to protect.

I see dead women who have no love for life today, pulling beautiful things from their bodies, then throwing them away.

I see dead people teaching our youth in schools, but they're only teaching what they've been taught. They have also been fooled. Our future generation is not even close to the truth. As a matter of fact, they're pretty far. If you don't believe me, ask one of the dead youths who discovered America.

I see dead people! But the dead weren't born dead; it's because of their choices that they will burn, and if you don't watch the choices you make, you may start to turn.

BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN

Beautiful Black Woman… When you see one you just want to be around, it doesn't matter if you're in a big city, a small country, or some unforgotten town. Once you meet her, your world starts to change; something touches your heart and penetrates your brain. You can't wait to see her again. It's like being around your very best friend. You try to appear casual, but your stares give you away, thinking to yourself, how much can you say? She's too beautiful to be rude, maybe she's just being polite, but I'm so thankful just to be in her sight. Technically, I can ask for rent because she lives inside my head; I know I could love her forever or until God wants us dead.

Beautiful Black Woman, created from man, made from dark clay, you are so much more than words can say... Because of you, we revitalize and grow. No one could ever disrespect you if they truly know. You were given to man as a gift, so he wouldn't be alone; you’re his helpmate, his friend, and sometimes a crutch…But you could never be his to own.

Beautiful Black Woman! It was you who cushioned us doing our troubles and strife. It’s you we must now protect, even if it means our life. The almighty said, “Respect the wombs that brought you here. It’s always our duty to respect and be near... We’re always there doing the pain and Glory. The picture is incomplete if it leaves out your story.”

Beautiful Black Woman, your eyes shine with hope, brighter than all the stars in the sky. Can you forgive us, beautiful black women, for making you cry? No other woman has a heart quite like you. You nursed us and did what you could just to get us through. You were there when God told the angels to bow to your man; you were by his side when the pyramids were just sand.

Beautiful Black Woman, you make our souls fly free; you are to us as the roots are to a tree. You’re like the rivers that flow into my ocean, but I'm never full once together. We can never be separated, even if they pull. Beautiful Black Woman, I love you!!!

SECOND CHANCE

I tell you this story from inside a cell, waiting for my decision, Heaven or Hell. I know this is where I'm going to die because I didn't want to heal my pain; I didn't want to try. Let me tell you how I got to this end. I was born into a life of vanity and sin. From the first breath, I had to fight for my life; my mothers’ only love was hitting the pipe. It was a miracle I opened my eyes. My total weight was 1.5… I stayed in the hospital for a hundred and eighty days. Why didn't God just let me go to my grave?

I saw a lot of men come and go, but none ever called me their son. My eyes were filled with crack pipes, hypodermic needles, and guns. Many days I begged on the corner just to get something to eat; I wore clothes that people had thrown away and stayed sick from lack of heat. I would wake up, and my mom would be gone, often days at a time. The people who came over to do their thing would say, “Boy, don't you whine. In this world, you have to look out for yourself.” I think it was at that moment that I put my love on the Shelf. I was thirteen then, feeling unloved and mad; I thought every child was supposed to have a mom and dad. One day some strange people came to take me to their home. That was the day I started to roam. I figured to get anything in this world; I would have to take it with might. Even though I had a sickly beginning, I was big for my age. I hooked up with some older dudes from Crosstown, and they showed me their ways.

We would steal, break into houses and take anything that wasn't nailed down. We would always go to the nice communities and sell the goods back downtown; an old vacant building was our home; I had a family in my life, and I didn't have to roam. They loved me, protected me, and fed me too. For the first time in my life, I felt brand new. They use me to stop the prey on a dime while they creep up on them from behind. For five or six years, we were on a roll, but then my family started to fold; two got killed, and two went to jail. I felt like I had died and gone to hell. My family was gone. I didn't have any friends. I was in this world all alone again. I reached deep down and put my love higher on the Shelf; I didn't need anybody, anybody but myself.