Street Cred

"It's no surprise that the Romney campaign is raising money from Wall Street by saying they want to repeal consumer protections and allow Wall Street to write its own rules," Ben LaBolt
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if

in a world of ignorance,

if in the meantime was just between

would there be old moments of bliss,

would every breakdown of a minor world

have come to this

if ignorance was bliss, would

a presidential hope be tempted

to step-in-time

for Street cred,

would you get what you missed,

would the sky of your face still shine as blue

would the rain of your face still be as mist,

would a holy man mix the message of peace,

with the essence of piss

or tempt the untamed hand

into a fist

if ignorance was bliss,

would you act on this

with the aim of a righteous mind

that won't miss,

or take too long to ponder it,

for these demons are smart

and if ignorance is bliss

all of life will twist like taffy

round the law of the land, and

jolly roger will be laughing his ass off

crazy while the poor get poorer,

and the destitute miss

the tender kisses of a fall season for fear

of the bitter coming winter,

and the worrying of widows and elders and kids

is just so wrong,

for in and of the ignorance

there is a sumo to-do list,

and screaming know-it-all prophets for profit,

and pennies from heaven given to them

from the empty hands

of a DOA middle class,

hoarding cash in bloated banks

with the NYSE blaring at a cost to you and me

from high-dollar wholesale HDTVs

yea, that's it, if ignorance was bliss,

wall street would be rich...

oh wait..

it is.

© Arkay Evans 2011

Water Wall

Don't act surprised, little guy.

Don't pretent you didin't know

what happens when you shake the sea,

Don't act like God didn't tell you why

the guilt can't hide behind your eyes,

Don't try to act surprised

when the legs that gave you gait,

collapse beneath the lazy weight

of delayed procrastination,

Don't pretend you didn't waste my time

with all your whys,

drowning me in theiving lies

and profound deliberations,

It has all become too clear to me,

our incompatibility

is based upon a truth

that obligation cannot see,

Every move you never make,

is all your life will ever be,

and weathering each water wall

has somehow given tall connection

to an anchor

not a shelter from the sea,

You know I have grown weary,

So do not act surprised,

for whether or not you have the gall

to survivie the next horrific water wall,

Either way,

it'll be

without me

From Arkay's book, A Woman of Purpose, available at www.arkayevans.com

© 2010 arkay evans


Begin Again

 I begin again, as seasons turn,
And in the beginning there's always a Word,
and the Word repeated becomes my thinking,
it navigates, and guides my way,

Regains for me that loving feeling,
till love bleeds to influence me and my daily decisions,
Projects from my lips
and reflects in my actions,
that with repetition,
become good habits,
Embracing me as a priceless identity,
My most distinguishing characteristic,

One by which I stand out among the many,
renewed by my commitment to this Love
and faith that feeds this drive,
Not just to stay alive,
But to arrive at the Energy of my destination,

Where all that I believe for
greets me full on Heaven's shores,
A faithful victor in the war,
steady in prayer, and jeweled with the spirit,
I am Home and staying for the occasion,
Flaunting a cherub scent,
Wrapped of royal robes,
and in the soft invisible skin
of my faith's elevation

© 2009 Arkay Evans