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A Rap Prayer

The enamored glamour given to the world in panorama makes me choke and stammer like being struck in the chest with a sledgehammer –

Seek and ye shall find

The blessed and the meek are displayed as weak with their outlook branded as bleak and their societal label as freak when it’s just the Truth they seek-

Seek and ye shall find

We’re so far backwards from God’s plan for us, we scratch and we claw with no one to trust, we incinerate ourselves with our own disgust that it’s truly like ashes to ashes and dust to dust –

Seek and ye shall find

We’re wandering in the dark steadily missing our mark turning always outward full of hem haw and gawk when the true nature of our reality is blatantly stark-

Seek and ye shall find

The time is here to make what’s clear the near miss as we veer back towards his plan for us here and not be full of rebellion and fear –

Seek and ye shall find

It seems we’re on a mission only we can envision as we incarcerate ourselves into our own prison seeking our own redemption when the true truth is that he has already risen-

Seek and ye shall find

But not if you choose to be blind

When this world is far far behind

I hope you just took a moment and opened your mind.

Joel Prickett

5/6/22

Offense (pt. 1)

The more fragile we are the more easily we’re hurt

The notion of control of offensiveness is merely absurd

When you build a fence

When you build offense

You only fence yourself inside where you’re harmed by simple words

The more offended we become the more off ended we’re stirred

A world free of offensiveness is a world where no ones heard

When you take offense

When you make a fence

You only build another boundary where reality is blurred

And these boundaries give false security in spite of your hunt

Call it wokeness, correctness, call it whatever you want

With each taken offense

You steadily build a fence

I’m not sorry to have to break it to you and be so blunt

The goal is to decrease fragility or as some say ‘toughen the skin’

This is not done by retaliation but by looking within

“Why do I take offense?”

“Am I building a fence?”

A self reflection or ponderence of ones own feelings and facts is where to begin

Joel Prickett

5/5/22

RACE

My people are in a race to oblivion!

My kind are in a place of self destruction!

My kin are oblivious to a solution!

My brothers and sisters use race to divide,

The problem is not race-

The problem is space-

The one between the ears of my kin,

And eyes that can’t see pass skin!

This imagined hatred is no mere figment.

Brought upon by clashes of pigment 

That’s  carried down by clueless teachers,

And taught difference by mindless preachers 

My people race forward with bannered hate-

My kind seeks to focus only on the discord-

My kin lack vision of the solution which waits

When we discard our minds and simply move forward.

My brothers and sisters there is a solution 

To rid your mind of pigmented pollution.

All that’s required is to focus on the solution-

To not stay bogged in the figmented pollution.

Free your mind to be color blind!

A new freedom you will find 

When you free yourself from the bind 

Of a limited self restricted mind.

There’s no winner of a race of race-we’re all human (race)

There’s no kind of kind of our kind- we’re all human (kind)

No being is superior to another being- we’re all humans (being)

The problem is not of the skin!!! It’s of the seeing.

Joel Prickett 3/8/17

Sometimes it’s too painful to delve beneath the surface

Some mirrors lay dormant or remain hidden forever

Some lives are coated with a superficial purpose

Some people actually consider this existence clever

Sometimes it’s much easier to look out than within

Some mirrors are shattered just lying in pieces

Some existences are glazed with lives paper thin

Some people rejoice of the thought when life ceases

Sometimes to live free takes a little bit of trying

Some mirrors can be fixed or replaced. I do hope you hear me.

It’s better than a glazed existence which is the same as slowly dying

Please stare into yourself until your complexion returns clearly.

Look into your eyes

Now deeper

Hold yourself there

Now further

See through your guise

Now wander

Become more aware

This is who you really are, share this existence and you’ll be amazed

You’ll understand that your life, your reflection and your entire existence wasn’t meant to be lived……………….glazed.

By Joel Prickett 6/20/21

The Mask

The epidemic came, people had to wear them

They learned many many things from it

You could hide things- a smile, a scowl, even a pout

Some even learned what it was actually like to become it

I learned at a very early age about the mask

But this mask has no cloth, filters nor even a string

This was self controlled mental contortions

Which hid the true me and my feelings away from everything

As the epidemic went on, people became less concerned with feelings

Isolation and self absorption began settling in

Proximity became a deadly line to which we stood fast

And we were happy with not letting anyone in

The mental mask is not such a far leap now

We’ve had practice, in which we’ve went from imagined to real

When the material masks are finally removed from our faces

Will we remember how to truly let others know how we feel?

A mask has it’s own persona which is controlled by the wearer

Many wear them, I’ve worn them, to hide myself from being truly seen

But in a world where reality slips further and further away

The mask may not necessarily be a good thing if you know what I mean

We cannot survive living each day compartmentalized

This mask, this fear, this hiding has no power to heal you

This strength, this love, this power comes only from above

So please pull off your mask so I may finally feel you

Joel Prickett

3/9/21

Robbed Childhood

I understand robbery

And lives flexed from a good reality

A rubbery existence

A hollow place leaving difficulty to stand

Children deserve the very best

Of what a parent can give

A reality ground in loving communion

A life that healthy parents together planned

Children don’t deserve dysfunction

And being the canvas for a sick parent’s distorted views

They don’t deserve to be robbed of their childhood

This is the worst way a child can be abused

Children deserve their innocence

It shouldn’t be envied by hearts eaten through with bitterness

The innocence should be treasured through and through

Children don’t deserve this treasure ripped away

They don’t deserve their innocence taken

By someone who once had theirs ripped away from them too

Perpetuating misery only leads to more misery

Children deserve a life free from misery and pain

They deserve a life of health and soundness of mind

They don’t deserve to dwell in darkness because a parent has lost their light

They don’t deserve a robbed childhood because of blinded existence

This kind of harm to a child is the very worst of its kind

Children are truly the future

A future adult of what is given to them as a youth

Or a future adult of what has been robbed of them from being a kid

Children deserve the very best of what a parent can give

They don’t deserve this only moment, their childhood, robbed from them

They deserve to know their parents love, that their parents very best was what they did

Joel Prickett

2/7/21

End of my rope

I remember joy, I remember light

Lightness as light as the lightest feather

I know darkness

And I know pain

And I know the tightness of a tightening tether

I remember laughter, I remember smiles

Smiles as bright as the brightest ray of hope

I know sadness

And I know tears

And I know what it feels like at the end of my rope

I remember balance, I remember peace

Peace as calm as the calmest soul will allow

I know torment

And I know angst

And I know what it’s like to lose your way somehow

I remember grace, I remember love

Love more lovelier than the love of all love

I know loneliness

And I know despair

And I know the cost of this strangling strain from above

I remember caring, I remember being free of care

So care free that every fiber in me exuded caring care

I know apathy

And I know oblivion

And I understand poor balance as I stand on this chair

I remember surrendering, I remember letting go

Letting go of all worries, just dropping them in God’s lap

I know surrender

And I know freedom

And I take it back, let go, fall, the last sound that I hear, it’ll all be done

In a ……………….snap

I hang here, at the end of my rope

All I remember and all I know now gone

I’m unable anymore to comprehend what I have done

I cannot see my loved ones try to cope

I cannot feel their pain as they struggle to go on

I’m even unable to have the one single thought

The thought I should have told someone

Joel Prickett

1/22/21

Loss

Above all else

My pain is worse.

I need a moment to dwell in myself.

This may take years.

This is not new to my self-

It’s not my first.

It’s no one else.

Before all is said

And many thoughts left undone,

Many aspirations turned to ash

As bridges burn-

I’m only left to ask

Am I really truly the only one?

For me all is sad.

As I now lay still

And left with my mirror to reflect,

Looking inward endlessly

But onwardly blind-

Pools of tears come in my sleep.

And the pain is true and direct,

So I stay still.

Materialism is laughable

And knowledge a mere hoax.

A soul carries only love,

The pain of loss is also there.

All else is maintained above

Subsided with a mental coax.

Am I able to laugh?

The grievance towards grief-

The downward spiraling stair-

The soul’s response to loss?

Tear-stained skin with wrenching gut.

Loves one potential cost!

The downward cast stare

Sees grief itself grieving….

And this is known as loss.

Joel Prickett

11/11/20

Thin Blue Line

I understand the concept of the thin blue line, a little-

It separates good from evil with the cop in the middle.

Without it we would know a very totally different existence.

But there’s a spot on this thin line that to me really doesn’t make sense.

The day of reckoning will come to all mankind, I reckon.

But the cops existence is reckoned with daily, from second to second.

The confusing, painful part of this-

Is wondering where their blue line exists.

Do they give it up for the duty in which they were beckoned?

Or is their blue line existent only between each second?

Not knowing which breath may just be their last,

With their only intention of making our blue line more vast,

Is the most sacrificing endeavor for a human to ask;

I sometimes wonder if I’d be up to the task.

Some of their existences are taken too quickly away

Like this line they establish, which they fight for each day

And I know that God sees all of this from above

I know that he sows this thin blue line with His love

In the hopes of better days for all mankind

When we’ll no longer need the idea of a thin blue line

Until then I thank all of the men and women in blue

The world is a better place because of you.

Joel Prickett 5/8/19

In memory of those who died in the thin blue line of duty. For me and for you.

Soul scab

Have you ever had a well healed scab ripped from your soul?

Have you ever stood in the middle of hell and still felt cold?

Have you ever prayed for the very best for those who tried to destroy you?

Have you ever had loved ones who love you so much that they would stand in the line of fire for you?

Have you ever felt so much pain that you wondered if God really cares how you feel?

Have you ever drowned in the blood of your hemorrhaging soul thinking it would never heal?

Have you truly ever saw the true glory of God’s loving grace?

Have you ever seen Him take such darkness and put light in its place?

I have

Joel Prickett

6/1/20