RESIDING COLOR

RESIDING COLOR
Ricardo Antonio Garcia

So you said
I was disgusting and sick
because I see you
through the limo window
professing your wealth
in the jewels
that dangle from your neck, and
listening
to Dylan on the radio
discloses
your fakery to be chick.

Obscure
by the sunglasses you wear
you have no concept
of who
survives in this World
when the
catastrophic hammer falls.
The mere mention of God
and we are standing
on the bridge of opposition
lances drawn and mouths ready.

Quite the foolery
to chat with a beast
that is obscure as the bush
ready to pounce
on the children of God
for the hammer
must be appointed
as the evil natures lurk
inside of your Soul.
No one
shall win the shout cast
but your faith
shall be stilled by desires
and you
have many material wants.

Words
enter the mainstream
as blood rushes
to the heart of your chest, and
you may
self destruct in the ambiance
for the
cadences of the Lord
will rule this spear through your heart.
We talk a good talk
but the blends
of our Spiritual eyes are blue.

No matter what color they reside in.