Mental Diaspora

....and it’s like that!

2020 Won again

When you place

All your bets in 21.

....hate to be the 

Bearer of bad news.

Got to be the cop that

Knocks on the door

To deliver you 

The sad blues.

....or the Court Orders.

When The Court orders

You to set aside all

Business, do you dare

Defy Orders?

....my bad, I’m distracted.

Got this Mental Diaspora

I’m dealing with;

Feelings of Euphoria

And Sunkenness Coalescing

Like the Amazement and

Terror a Tiger’s Face

Can give you;

Fearful Symmetry.

....that’s Word to Ravi Zacharias.

Won’t trample and rip

His roses because 

Their were thorns

On the side.

....that’s word to the Apostle Paul.

These folks be thinking

They know it all,

And then be ghost;

Nowhere to be found 

When it’s time

To get involved.

But they make sure

To find you

When all of the 

Crowds are gathered.

Spewing Fables and

Tall Tales;

Worse than a

Saturday morning Yard Sale.

Straight Comedy Hour;

There’s no way

They can be taken

Seriously.

Like the Pilsbury

Doughboy giving

A Pre-Game speech,

Yelling “I’m A REAL BOY!!!”

.....Sheesh. Some of us 

Just won’t make it.

Bible can’t lie; 

Some of us will

Catch that lake 

Of fire and vanquish.

Some of us will turn

Into ash when Thanos

Gets all of the stones

And snaps his fingers.

Not All dogs go to Heaven;

There is a Heaven for a “G”

But not all of the “G”s

Gon’ make it.

Not all of the homies

Or Girlfriends,

Not all of the Big Bros

Or best friends.

Not all of the

Kinfolk, celebrities, or

People WE think

We will see.

So I’ll put my head down

Like I’m in a class

That I’m not interested 

In participating or listening to.

Just put my nose

Toward what I want

To focus on;

Even if it means

Staring into darkness 

Or getting some

Much needed rest.

As long as I go

Off of the Grid,

Maybe I can calm

My mind and stop

Allowing my surroundings 

To scatter its thoughts

Away from my brain...

Forgive my Mental Diaspora.

-John Doeson