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Wednesday, December 30, 2015
6:40 sun rise prayer
The lord may be a shepherd
(There are lords and shepherds)
but I am not sheep
I am not asleep in the sun
I am not one unknowing of
the light and the night
I am not afraid of fear
I am not lost
whatever the wilderness
chaos does not cost me
to veer from journey
to stare from vision
to steer from purpose
I find truth in all things
truth finds me through love
truth soaks the soul
encases the heart
grows the spirit
with love
I know the maker and master
of my footprints
I know the marker of my way
in my silence I hear my voice say
stay in peace
stay in motion
even in the mists and midst of commotion
where there be a shepherd
I am not sheep
Blisca O'Cof
20150507
Full
You
had your
silver spoon
I
had my
flared finger
everyone
would scorn and say
it was the work of the devil…
not the spoon
mind you
but
my God-given finger
Blisca O’Cof
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Note to Kelly: A Present Bright Light to The Future
…In the main though, I am impressed that our country
is on the precipice of dismissing yet another generation of its young
people. And, burying yet another generation of capacity, capability,
ideas, ideologies, creativity, progress, vigor, and intelligence.
I am
counting on you to ensure that does not happen.
I
truly believe that it is the responsibility of today’s generation to
seize their country and its opportunities, to stand tall above the
giants of the past, to boldly leap on their shoulders
(or on their heads), and walk and talk fearlessly in a land that is
actually now more the young’s future than it is that of the giants that
understandably purport to run things; and purport to be engrossed in designing and building a future.
When
the future is obviously a place where only you can inhabit, you are
incredibly foolish to let those from the past absolutely control your
present.
You
should, though, be appreciative that those from the past may vehemently
seek to control the present, and ostensibly the future. One reason is
that the present is actually their future. They
have dreamt it, built it; and now it is here.
Even if it is not exactly
what they had foreseen, their future is here in your present.
But what
is detrimental in this conundrum, and what is often overlooked, is that
you need to have this present so that you
can have your future. Sadly, if you have no place, or too little space
in your present, your future will be severely jeopardized. There is no
compromise for you here. If you do not find the ways to make significant contributions to your present, your future will be
out of your hands. In fact, you may find yourself, in the future, pretty
much where some of our present leaders fall: trying to use the present
to build a future that is not theirs to build. They are embroiled in
that futile attempt simply because they had previously
failed to build their own future; they largely succumbed to the strangle in the struggle that sang them to sleep with a series of serial songs:
- Sit Down and Shut Up,
- Wait Weight on Your Turn,
- Sit Small Y'all,
- You Mus'-'e Smell Ya-self,
- Hang In There and Learn The Ropes (aka, We Pulling The Rope Tighter Round Your Neck),
- You Soon Get Your Chance (to the little or nothing we forget and leave behind to your hapless hopeless behind),
- Who You Think You Is?,
- Let's Take You Under Our Wings (for some good smothering),
I have been deliberately ponderous with this deliberation. Hopefully, its depth engages you to dig and unbury the bodies of knowledge that always lay await among the rush of words.
I implore you to
remain steadfast to the great human and the present leader that you are.
I implore you to ignore the sapping lullabies from the mist that rain from the booming tongues of the great giant singers in our midst.
I implore you to explore your destiny through your own vision.
I implore you to begin to become, now.
I implore you to ignore the sapping lullabies from the mist that rain from the booming tongues of the great giant singers in our midst.
I implore you to explore your destiny through your own vision.
I implore you to begin to become, now.
All The Best
Blisca O'Cof
2014-11-15
DOWN AND UP
young
people
mus’-‘e
not people who
could think in
who could talk in
who could walk in
the land
with head in high sky…
…that mus’-‘e why
the man them what mus’-‘e more man
than man
say
sit down and shut up
young people
mus’-‘e
a part of people who
just not smart enough people
to start a long sentence
to throw a bad ask question
what could land tough
in the hand
of the man them what mus’-‘e more man
than man
the one them who could stand
on bold bald crotches and say
sit down and shut up
young people
mus’-‘e
not people
who could be stink and
make newspaper ink
like the man them what mus’-‘e more man than man
the one them that does frown even when they
face down and they grace upside down
and they drop back pace renown
the one them that does sound
like the town is all about them...
...but young people is the problem
the one them that does drown dreams
the one them that does clown and stroke
while
young people
have to crawl up slippery slope
have to bawl at jokes
have to bolt they own eye ball
have to play dumb and stay broke
and
sit down
and
shut up
Blisca O’Cof
2014-10-01
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