Acoustic Ecclesiology

(c) Breeze Vincinz


Who should I praise if what he says is not in my gaze killing me like a-b-c destroying me like 1-2-3 If I am not beloved then why even bother? Why even put in the effort? What a brutal world this be Maybe it’s a beautiful girl we all need Maybe if the hands of each soldier grew an individual conscious of their own they wouldn’t dare kill their brothers just because they are attached to the pawns of senators adulterers racists cannibalists capitalists the famous ones we call sir lucifer And who will you give your soul to Do you even know their name? Do you freely offer it to the most famous one? Do you know of any other game? Energy to energy When did “reality” become the atheist mantra? Sunlight to twilight When did we forget that God has a momma? There is loam underneath the city streets and there is soul in that loam There is a need in the dirty sheets like there is shame in these foreclosed homes Brutality is not masculinity When did the subtlety of life get lost? From cradle to the grave With our half won equality dignity was the cost Maybe if the hands of each soldier grew an individual conscious of their own they wouldn’t dare kill their brothers just because they are attached to the pawns of senators adulterers racists cannibalists capitalists the famous ones we call sir lucifer And who will you give your soul to Do you even know their name? Do you freely offer it to the most famous one? Do you know of any other game? *** *** *** #nationalpoetrymonth "Life As A Boy: Poems" by Breeze Vincinz Available NOW on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Life-As-Boy-Breeze-Vincinz/dp/1693306018