Lion-hearted
The lioness known in short as "Glo"
Heated blood responsible
for our skins Red-tint
Free flowing
so is the Spirit
like a river fall
Free of clots
that Block its flow
or Direction
Like Jagged rocks
peaking the surface of Rapids
Crafts dodge tumbling on to tame nature
in aspirations of life continued in disbelief
The spark of Life in DNA
Blessed to remain pure
A preachers child
Descending from Oral lineage
Scriptures...
fan the coals of the hearts blaze,
in parallels to human existence
da throne of the soul
seated in residence
within the heart refusing the oppression of anyone
Now in da face of a monster
Produced from the possessed consciousness of my father
Attacking the True leader of my family, myself and brother
A lioness in protection of her cubs
This Day mom,
I push her aside;
"I'm coming to your defense even if it cost me my life".
Dominant also within me is your side
Poppa Cobb, Birdie, Rita, Buddy the tribe,
copper-colored Red skinned Indian-American
My fathers behaviors have awoken me,
becoming a man
Burning HOTTT when inflamed
If its written that we fall, then let the last memory of us be how we stood!!!
Peering up into the growling face of the possessed body of someone I no longer know
Dead is the person who drowned in his own Bottle
Black are both of his eyes without a pupil
Wielding a knife to take my mothers life
In Motion, coming forward, and striking downward
Hostage against the Wall
Stop Hurting my mother, as loud as i could muster
The monster stopped,
frozen
...held in the grip of a protective angel
squeezed...
until the devil released
and the body was again my father
His eyes returning now back to their original color
Questioning his where abouts,
directing his attention to my brother in terror,
Crying...
onlooking at the top of the basement stairs
Dumb-founded
my tiny fist hit him any way that I can
Moving backward,
he regressed from my assault back into the Marlboro cloud of Cigarette smoke
from where the Animal emerged,
his sitting room where he selfishly soaked
with his companion and entertained
Cold and dark
Much cooler than my room
The decent down into the basement with my father home
was something considered dangerous to us
Especially towards the weekend
Coming home later than usual
to hangout with his drinking buddies and his half-man
1/2 pint
…of then what was his favorite drink of Seagram's Gin
Changing with the taste of his jinn/demon
Traumatizing the innocence of young hearts
How Some follow the same path
Sins of the father how they land on the children…
So, the stories of monsters who dwell in the basement
Truthfully, have there clear stakes with us
A jinn/Demon,
from the spirits sold on the corner store
who was in love with My father
and he (father) also showed the same kind of love
in retreating back too (his Demon);
The evil companion who sought to destroy the part of my family that was righteous...
Sayyar Isma'il Swift
~GLO~ November 2021 copyright published
The lioness known in short as "Glo"
Heated blood responsible
for our skins Red-tint
Free flowing
so is the Spirit
like a river fall
Free of clots
that Block its flow
or Direction
Like Jagged rocks
peaking the surface of Rapids
Crafts dodge tumbling on to tame nature
in aspirations of life continued in disbelief
The spark of Life in DNA
Blessed to remain pure
A preachers child
Descending from Oral lineage
Scriptures...
fan the coals of the hearts blaze,
in parallels to human existence
da throne of the soul
seated in residence
within the heart refusing the oppression of anyone
Now in da face of a monster
Produced from the possessed consciousness of my father
Attacking the True leader of my family, myself and brother
A lioness in protection of her cubs
This Day mom,
I push her aside;
"I'm coming to your defense even if it cost me my life".
Dominant also within me is your side
Poppa Cobb, Birdie, Rita, Buddy the tribe,
copper-colored Red skinned Indian-American
My fathers behaviors have awoken me,
becoming a man
Burning HOTTT when inflamed
If its written that we fall, then let the last memory of us be how we stood!!!
Peering up into the growling face of the possessed body of someone I no longer know
Dead is the person who drowned in his own Bottle
Black are both of his eyes without a pupil
Wielding a knife to take my mothers life
In Motion, coming forward, and striking downward
Hostage against the Wall
Stop Hurting my mother, as loud as i could muster
The monster stopped,
frozen
...held in the grip of a protective angel
squeezed...
until the devil released
and the body was again my father
His eyes returning now back to their original color
Questioning his where abouts,
directing his attention to my brother in terror,
Crying...
onlooking at the top of the basement stairs
Dumb-founded
my tiny fist hit him any way that I can
Moving backward,
he regressed from my assault back into the Marlboro cloud of Cigarette smoke
from where the Animal emerged,
his sitting room where he selfishly soaked
with his companion and entertained
Cold and dark
Much cooler than my room
The decent down into the basement with my father home
was something considered dangerous to us
Especially towards the weekend
Coming home later than usual
to hangout with his drinking buddies and his half-man
1/2 pint
…of then what was his favorite drink of Seagram's Gin
Changing with the taste of his jinn/demon
Traumatizing the innocence of young hearts
How Some follow the same path
Sins of the father how they land on the children…
So, the stories of monsters who dwell in the basement
Truthfully, have there clear stakes with us
A jinn/Demon,
from the spirits sold on the corner store
who was in love with My father
and he (father) also showed the same kind of love
in retreating back too (his Demon);
The evil companion who sought to destroy the part of my family that was righteous...
Sayyar Isma'il Swift
~GLO~ November 2021 copyright published