LETS TALK CHRIST…
Around the table a few friends and colleagues were sharing in conversation,
Girl: some of you guys are such hypocrites
how can you talk so much about God and Jesus
but your actions don’t line up with what’s written
in the book of the word?
Friend: dude put your phone away. it’s rude to be texting in company.
Girl: yeah! who’s boo are you chatting up now – brutha!
Artist: what?…it’s just my cousin…chillax.
Friend: he or she?
Artist: huh? is that a trick question?
Friend: no just a question
Girl: must be a lover from another mother
Artist: what?…hey, hey…get out my face,
…don’t get side tracked by me, get back into the mix of things
Male: man why are being evasive? just answer the question?
Friend: he or she? the last time it was your mama, who’s it this time?
Artist: you of all people? for real, are really gonna do me like me this?
Friend: cos you…my friend, are being rude in company. not so?
Girl: more like hoe
Friend: hoe, hoe? or ho-ho-ho ho?
Girl: girl friend, go figure
Dude: ya’ll confusing me
Artist: (addressing friend) I don’t like you no more!
Friend: I don’t like you right now,
Artist: you are nasty,
Friend: and you are being a hoe!
Male: OK, okay, just stop it now!
how did we get to take our focus off Jesus Christ to end up
distracted by this guy?
Artist: yeah that’s right, you tell them Padre. tell it like it is…
Male: and you my brother,
the one who made some strong notions about truth and lies.
why don’t you just be honest about who you’re chatting with
on the phone, so we can get our focus back on the road.
it’s that simple…
Girl: that’s right playa, you need to redeem yourself.
Artist: who are you to judge me? before today,
some of ya’ll never spent a day in your life with me.
you don’t know me, so act like you do…
Male: listen my brother, no one is judging you.
we’re here to get to know each other better. we’re stronger together
when we’re honest with each other.
I for one,…respect you as a person. I follow what you do.
I admire your talent. Many of us are inspired by your works
so never stop, please keep on going…
but…lets face it, you mostly write about women and girls.
and it seems like every 6 months or so there’s a new one
in the picture.
can you blame anyone for drawing their own conclusions?
what are we suppose to think?
hear me out, I’m on your side,
I believe you. just show them your phone
so you can shut the lion’s mouth, well so to speak.
if you don’t mind, enlighten us a little more, about you.
Artist: okay…ok. miss yappidy yap over there why don’t you
read this out loud.
Girl: “hey cuz I’m so excited to hear
that you’re coming home for Christmas.
just confirm that your favorite dishes are still the same
because I need to prepare,
wow, urm,…I’m, I’m so sorry
Friend: actually don’t be!
if this sucker was forth coming from the start
there would’ve been no need for unnecessary drama.
so we good. not guilty my sister. we are goood!
someone else needs to apologize.
Artist: it’s a small thing that ya’ll magnifying here.
so for what it’s worth, I apologize, I do.
I was part of prolonging a distraction from the main focus, alright.
I love women. I do but not in a bad way.
I don’t like some of ya’ll.
so when I run from you, that’s on you, not on me.
nevertheless, ya’ll know I’m a writer, so I write.
some of it is metaphoric fiction.
a lot of it is truth about my experiences from the past, present
& the way I’m trying to shape my future.
sometimes I use the feminine gender as a metaphor for many
things, like an instrument, a car, my goals and so forth.
it all depends on the outer muse at the time.
Girl 2: what about your latest muse? is she for real?
Artist: oh yes she is. she’s amazing, she is awesome, yeah.
it’s quite possible
that she could be the model of models for my inner muse.
Girl: so this is it. is this the one?
Dude: where’s your mind?
Artist: sorry man. this song, I’m connecting with this song.
I can feel the poetry coming up. ‘Mash Potatoes’…
Girl: this boy done lost his mind. crazy artists…mxm.
Artist: no not at all.
I heard a pastor teach about God one time.
that the God head
is like potatoes mixed together like mash potatoes.
now please excuse me,
I’m gonna sit over there by myself
to let the poetry speak to me about Mash Potatoes,
then I’m gonna write it out,
or at least I’ll be tryin’…
don’t be offended by me being me,
just leave me alone
until I holler back at ya’ll…shup
Just so you know
I ain’t being nitty
Just me be-in-g me
A little witty in the city
Don’t mind the floetry
of my poetry
So be kind to yourself
Please do have an open mind
Let it sink sync,
Yah yo flow
Here we go my friend…
You say toe-may-toe
I say tow-maa-tow
I say po-taa-tow
You say po-tay-toe
Agree to disagree
You say Christmas
I say Christ-Miss
So where to?
Do we too
agree to not to dismiss this?
Whether we do or not
Yah mo be there –
I heard a wise man
break it down rather concise
A doctor at that to be precise,
The author of Poetry
Yah the creator God
As a metaphor
is like the mash potato mix,
Like I said
Have an open mind…
God the Father
God the Son
God the Holy Spirit
Are all in One
Yet function in ranking order
of the highest hierarchy…
Who ever is proposed to Yahoshua,
this is to say God’s Son
instantly becomes His Miss
In other words
‘His bride to be’
And the deeper
she falls in love with Him
The more she becomes
entwined with this mash potato mix,
You can say Christmas
I can say Christ-Miss,
Or not to agree,
There is no way
anyone should celebrate the Christ
without celebrating His bride
Never mind the differences
It’s also about me & you too
If we’re One in spirit
lets be the merrier
What you say Miss?
Come mash potato with me…
Copyright © 2019 Bradley M. Tremmil