#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

☝️ I love how humble this is, Lepp. Really.

The Gothic, Mr. Sneeze. Cold in winter haunting souls of bones. And their misdemeanor. Containing ragtime trailing a treble low voice and bass. But it's only in the red Georgia clay. Listening to Charlie Daniels scoot his fiddle. Tasting the seeds of death's spiced infinity. Hearing the wheels of the squeaking Mariah carrying me home.

17.01.2021
6.26am
#NoPoo

Yet I still look up
to see if you're there
scrolling through pages
to see what I missed
listening to voices
in my head
wondering why I'm
breathing stale air

85

Death Row
Humans waiting for repels, retrials, residents kept in a long corridor, leading to a black forgotten hole
Time to repent, forgive, yet, living on borrowed time for their soul
This is the most sensitive poem I’ve ever wrote
The topic alone brings a lump to my throat
The words Thy Should Not Kill
Immoral choices in one’s life, does Capital Punishment fit a Life or Death bill
Taking one’s breath away bringing their existence to an involuntary stand still
Sealing the presence of their fate
For some, this is such a controversial debate
But wait

I have to go on record, not meaning to strike a cord
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You are there on your own accord
Three square meals given, plus room and board
For crimes of nature, justice has deemed your presence to be hidden, completely ignored
Never to be restored
A topic for me to thoroughly explore
This narrative comes down to two sides, you decide
I’ll just provide the scenarios, not the whys
The parent writing the letters, and the parent whose tears fill her eyes
Most people would say, life without parole should be enough for a person who has misbehaved

Spare their life, surely, they can be saved
Nine months of life she birthed and gave
Kneeling in remembrance as she now lays flowers on a young grave
For a thug with a gun on the run
Priors, juvenile detention centers, incarcerated at a young age
Read from off a lengthily docket page

In court, the Defense hollers a plea
No, a mother emotional outburst drops her to her knees
He snatched my child’s fun, who was playing on the porch in the warm summer sun
Sentence him to death
For all the nights I held my son’s pillow and wept
Your Honor, my son is a good man
Yes, he has made many mistakes, and yes this crime he has been accused of, I understand
I raised him the best I can
To place him on death role is so unfair
It is a mother’s worst despair, an endless nightmare
A grieving mother has no rights
Heaven have given my son his angelic sights

Your son should be punished to the fullest extent of the law, and then sentenced to die
I will never wish death of a child to any parent, no lie
But my son is now confined to the sky
You son still breathes
My son is in a grave, who I shall never see
I feel your pain, I really do
However, take an exception too

Two women both in pain
Who would you blame
Death over Life
Both parents living with daily strife
Tears from the grave Tears glimpsed behind bars
Resolutions for both sides, close but no cigars, by far
One parent wishing on a star for her nightmare to have a worthless life end
One parent wishing for repeals, new evidence to finally kick in

If you were in this situation, how would you see this
My opinions are private, I have to be bias and dismiss
My answer deemed amiss
It’s a preconception topic on my wish list
As you ponder this poem
No judgments in vain, so keep your thoughts warm
Some issues in life I just refuse to say
However, if some have walked in these shoes, most will say, hell you have to pay
Needle to veins you are hoping for, as a preacher forgives sins as he prays

Yeah, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Criteria for a new trial has been met
DNA does not match the accuser of the crime
Time taken away, expense of the taxpayers’ dime
Tears of joy
Tears of grief for a mama’s baby boy
No side wins
Therefore, keep your nose clean and do not succumb to any sin

#Nopoo
1/16/2021
9:33pm EST

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/408226-knotted/

#NoPoo [9]

Written in response to the music video for “Alle Tage Ist Kein Sonntag” by Till Lindemann & David Garrett (trigger warning for suicidal imagery, drugs & alcohol) : https://youtu.be/bhwh44le3HY

I still get something different from it every time I watch it.

Wonderful poems here ♥️

18.01.2021
12.37am
#NoPoo

everytime I try
I fall back
to thinking about you
how it used to be
nothing ever stay the same
it seems
although
this heart is always about you
So...my friends
I'll cross the street
to avoid
How're you
and I'm fine
...just yet


86

The Philosophy Behind Religions      
The universe to serve your Deity comes with various personal decisions      
Ancient of Days, Father/Abba, Most High, Elohim, El-Shaddai, Yahweh, Allah, God, Jehovah and Adonai, and Abba just to name a few      
Whenever you kneel and pray, it’s your King, you give spiritual credence too      
   
If one’s soul yearns to get to a Heavenly resting place      
Then one must find a way on earth to remain humble among falling grace      
If so, then why are we separated by gradations of who we pray to on our knees      
Spiritual enlighten doesn’t come with certain elements of insensitive degrees      
Isn’t the common goal to get to Heaven, for me, as well as for you      
Can you imagine the Creator sifting through earth, weaning out the wretched fools      
     
No stipulations must be found to exercise earthly love      
Slaughters of the innocence, Suicide bombings, Polygamy, nothing to make light of      
Certainly, that creed of the mind is not ordained from above      
Separatism in the Bible have been centuries foretold      
Roman, Jerusalem, stone cities once patrolled      
Pontius Pilate and Caiaphas doctrines consoled      
Laws dictated to the masses to control      
Son of the Father nailed who was sent to save lost souls      
     
Found in a land once in time      
Rulers preferred to incorporate blind eyes      
The greater evil’s demise, forgiven, stepped aside to all, a surprise met with loud outcries      
Preaching perfection      
World peace and healing affirmations, non-discriminatory in selections      
Three days of resurrection      
In remembrance, is now our benediction from the blood of spiritual rejection      
The foundation of spiritual awareness is its connection      
Hittites, Girgashites, Amorites, Canaanites, Perizzites, Hivites, and the Jebusites      
All had Heaven within their sights      
     
Centuries later, of a world deemed old      
The Ten Commandants is what the masses has now reaped to sow      
Land wars over grounds to claim, makes one go insane      
Does it matter to anyone, no one controls the sun, the moon, or the rains      
Bombs bursting in air      
Tears, confusion, in the name of religious despair      
It never gave truth through the night      
Not unless we hold hands, peace is not won through religion fights      
That our flag was still there      
Surrender your soul, only God’s words we should adopt to care      
     
Atheists, within your mental rights      
I cannot ever fathom your daily plights      
Your biblical denial fights      
Free falling without a net      
But hey, that’s your dogma, and I really could care less, no disrespect      
However, had we met      
Out of water, God’s Angel stood among us, one drop to live, yet      
Who gets the first quench to live and let      
I’m still here, thank God not there      
Someone else has went below thirsty, their self-created eternal nightmare      
     
Ten Commandments, live by them      
Religion matters, but then again      
Too much discord, discrimination, and racial injustice in the name of sin      
Strike that concept      
It’s their kind of hatred they have learned to accept      
Love, Love, Love      
The only word practiced down here, and accepted above

Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life.

Buddha

Nopoo #51 (01-17-21)

....

overwhelmed
lonely
pist off
apathetic
pathetic
uninspired
guilt riddled
homesick
needy
hormonal
emotional
hiccuping
rationalizing
pressing
berated
mild amusement
exhausted
resolve

individual distinguished emotions
all felt within the time to type them out.

emotional states in the time of covid-19
a pandemic unloved story...



#Nopoo
1/18/21
12:51am EST

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/408323-on-paper/

#NoPoo [10]

Louisiana with a Haitian French Creole twist  
Feeling in the mood for a little generational reminisce  
New Orleans on my mind  
It’s time, I relax, wine, and dine  
The soothing sounds of the Jazz Clubs  
A city of my embedded history I have so much love  
Creole and Cajun food, the various articulated accents  
A true homecoming to hear stories of old with kinfolks, always well spent  
Hear me talk, Haitian Creole Yat, combined with an Eastern enunciation twine  
Years trying to bury, I tell you no hidden lies  
Linguistics diversified  
Talking to patients, with listening intentions in their eyes  
Glimpsing the raised eyebrows expression in their whys  
Butter Rum skin tone, doesn’t match the deep southern-rooted, Haitian in disguise  

Engaging voice by a profession, healing decree by foretold choice  
Something I’m proud of when conversing, as my ancestors in their graves rejoice  
Wine, pleasure seeking, you hear that twine, it tends to roll out  
No resentments to adhere, or lingering doubts  
Muscular eyes popping open, inquiries as to what language is spoken  
Entwined Haitian Creole as tongues have slipped and awoken  
My native dialect, east coast flair, merged into one  
My family’s generational homebound of nationality has been proudly won  
Wealth of history snatched by French designs  
Moorish Forbearer, Lineage, Ancestral to stand, questioned by the tormentor’s whips and lies  
Nubian Queen? You damn straight  
Times such as this, pride refuse to wait  
My lineage is not open for debate  
Or words of my doctrines to rate  
French stole, Spaniard claimed it, here today, it’s just too late  

For the history that runs through my veins  
My creed, my presence is all of me who remains  
Hispaniola Saint-Domingue  
Coffee and Sugar Cane  
Sweltering heat, no rest or shelter in the pouring rain  
Code Noir  
Cries from the cotton fields no more  
French Revolution  
Freedom was the ultimate solution  
My ancestral broken chains, their civil resolution  
Blood on hands from plantation retribution  
No forefather’s ablution  
Given a one third citizenship, documented in the Constitution  
Sins of the forefathers, medication now controlling their children’s mental pollution  

Queen of Queens, yes within my birthright  
However, embezzled legacy from the French Rulers in dawn’s early light  
Give me Liberty or Give me Death  
The fate of my lineage, scars of whips, to give other countries their treasured wealth  
Fleets of ships that sailed  
Bodies dropping like heads or tails  
Breathing Heads accounted to live  
Expired Tails, a sea coffin, no free labor to give  
A Mambo Asogwe of Haiti, village Appointee  
Healing from the element laws of spiritual degrees  
Oh yes, part of the seeds of my heredity  
Practiced in colonized solidarity, now an adopted creed  

I may have to brush up on my French very soon  
Two-sided dialogue in attendance, under one roof, is like a mental trip to the moon  
A tale of two cities will soon meet trifold  
Haitian French  
Mulatto Parentages  
Haitian Creole  
Everlasting Kingdoms of warriors, carnage from royal, no longer roaming souls  
From the Native Islands, to the Louisiana Bayous, to the East Coast spiritual advisers to console  
This is the introverted reason why I have adopted universal love  
To collapse the invisible restraints of detestation God has stored in me from above  
It never hurts with a touch of Love and Hugs


NoPoo #52 (01-18-21)