My God Is Color Blind!

burned church

I sing that old Negro spiritual
every time they come for me.
They drag my tired old body
down yonder to the lynching tree.

We pass by that old church
where we worshipped in your name.
They burned it to the ground.
All that’s left is just the frame.

I see that old confederate flag.
Sometimes I forget it’s there
But when they call me ‘nigger’,
I know it ain’t going nowhere.

Lest I do forget
let me recall to mind
that old Negro spiritual
“My God is color blind.”

I’ve lived through slavery and Jim Crow.
And I’m tired and in need of rest.
Take me in your arms Lord.
You know I did my best.

I sing this song, a song of love,
I won’t be burdened by hate no more.
The Lord will welcome me home.
I’ll be glad to see heaven’s door.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Investigators Probe Fires At 6 Black Churches In 5 Southern States

Fires damaged Glover Grove and some other black churches in the days following the murders at Emanuel AME Church in Charleston, raising concerns that the incidents were hate-inspired arsons.

Glover Grove Baptist Church is nestled in a woody, quiet part of Warrenville, S.C., surrounded by trailer homes and old cars. The congregation is small, about 35 people, according to local reports. You have to look hard online just to find a phone number or an address.

Hours before President Obama spoke to a packed house in Charleston last Friday in another black church, delivering the eulogy for state Sen. Clementa Pinckney, Glover Grove Baptist Church burned to the ground.

It is one of at least six black church burnings in the South, all of which have taken place in the week-and-a-half since nine people were killed in Emanuel AME Church.

Whatever the cause of the Glover Grove fire, Adonica Simpkins says she will still be afraid. We asked her what it’s like to be a black person in South Carolina.

“I tell you what, I wouldn’t walk down this road. I wouldn’t walk down this road,” she said, sighing as she pointed down the road where Glover Grove sits. “It’s so much hate. You might walk down the road and hear the word n*****, for nothing. People used to be riding by, and just throw bottles at black folks.”

Less than half a mile from the church and Simpkins’ home, a Confederate flag waves on a front porch.

“We had another church that burned down, over across the woods there,”

And while we are busy celebrating same-sex marriage and worrying over fast tracking of the TPP, it is business as usual for Black people in this hellhole and I am supposed to give a damn because someone else feels that their rights are being violated? Seriously? Once again, walk a goddamn mile in MY shoes and then come talk to ME!

Black folks, I sincerely hope that there is indeed a heaven for if there is, you have certainly ‘earned’ your spot and my sincere hope also is that you need have no fear that you will meet up with those that have spewed nothing but hatred towards you because of the color of your skin and because you were dragged, unwillingly, to this shithole.

Burn!

 

fire

Liars lie in a hollowed pit

Await your fate, you must

I pledge your life to him with horns

You’ll burn this day to crust

Never more will you claim the throne

And doom the innocent to slaughter

The light of right must shine once more

And the payment will be your daughter

You know of whom I speak

And naught can stop this curse

You heaped your soul with ice hot coals

That melts your fiery hearse

The crowd cheers at the spectacle

Of this smoldering end to you

And may all that hurt the innocent

Burn along with you!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

This one comes from reading about the belief in spells and curses and so I have toyed with one of my own. The ‘pagan’ in me is forever trying to surface. I put a ‘curse’ on you! Ha! Ha! Lighten up! This is ‘light’ hearted humor or is it? 

I hear the creaking of the stairs and the mournful hoot of an owl.

On a night such as this, what could be on the prowl?

 

My Heart Won’t Let Me Vote!

not voting

 

 

 

 

 

 

My heart won’t let me vote.

I reject brutality.

Bombs are not my choice.

I’d vote for peace, universally!

 

And yes, I throw my vote away,

as I have done so every time.

When I stood and pulled that lever,

I’ve voted to cast my lot with slime.

 

How many war crimes I’ve committed,

in my name due to a vote.

So much blood has flowed, unchecked,

by all the wars fought by remote.

 

I have never armed a thug.

Nor did I cause someone to die.

But if I vote just one more time,

then I’ll have to answer for that lie.

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

 

 

 

 

 

 

Expect No Mercy!

religion

As I look down at the scorch marks on my skin,
I realize that I’ve been to hell again.

The blood stains on my hands won’t wash away.
And when I go to sleep at night, I cannot pray.

On whom could I place the blame for what I’ve done?
From the horrors in my mind, where can I run?

My sins will be judged from high above.
And why from God should I expect undying love?

For I gave no love to enemies I never knew.
So, follow not in my footsteps, for if you do,
expect no mercy from the demons that pursue
your very soul for the innocent that you slew.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

I get so damn tired of the hypocrites who claim to be christian and who are the most blood thirsty warmongering filth that ever crawled on this earth. They are a most intolerant bunch of heathens and who preach about God and love but only when it fits in with their agenda. When it comes right down to it, christians are the epitome of hypocrisy. How do you reconcile with yourself when you pick up a weapon and kill? How do you reconcile with yourself over how badly you treat others, those who are not of your faith or who are not of your complexion? How do you get to pick and choose who lives and who dies? Who made you gods? One of the ten commandments is THOU SHALL NOT KILL! So, since you believe in God, hell and the ten commandments, when you kill someone for whatever reason, where are you going? And if you say, “Why, through the pearly gates, for sure!” That makes you not only a flaming hypocrite, but a damn liar as well!

You’d better get all the enjoyment you can out of this life because after they plant your ass, scorched skin’ll be the least of your worries, that is, if you truly BELIEVE in your heaven, hell and god!

Run Wild And Free!

children

Search deep inside your soul.
Unlock the purity of your spirit.
Watch it spread its wings and soar,
as you let go of hate and fear.
Turn the tide and embrace love
And watch the darkness fade away.
Peace will be yours to know.
The light of love will begin to grow.
And the child you used to be,
shall once again, run wild and free.

This one forced its way out and I for one am glad that it did because it is needed FOR me. Recently, I have written much on hate and blame and the horrors of what many people are facing, but I must also realize that only ‘love’ can bring us all together. We must strive for love. We must look inside ourselves and find that purity that we were all born with. We were once so innocent and we were taught hate and evil and all things dark. We must somehow find our way out of the darkness. I know only too well that when we look around, all we see is darkness but it should not consume us. As long as we are alive, there is always a chance at new beginnings. If the rulers of this world refuse to look for love, then we will.

Peace and blessings to each and every one of you and please, try and spread love!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Inheritance

inherit


Blessed are the rich for they are ever so evil.
Blessed are the poor for they are left bereft.
Blessed are the silent for they are so complicit.
Blessed are the weak for they simply gave up.
Blessed are the apathetic for they are such fools.
Blessed are the humble for they are cringing and subservient.
Blessed are not the meek for they shall inherit this shit.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Calm These Troubled Waters!

waves

Where is Moses when we need him?
If he could but part the sea again
and calm these troubled waters,
thus freeing the tortured soul of man.

Oh, mine eyes have seen the pain
and felt the suffering of the poor.
No Promised Land for them,
just an endless, barren shore.

Oh Lord, look upon your servant
and give sustenance tonight.
Heal the sick and feed the hungry.
Set the many wrongs to right.

Throw the moneychangers out.
And give the widow back her mite.
Judge the wicked and the heathens,
may they never see your light.

Not a religious being am I,
And though I sin and come up short,
The devil owns the rich,
So let Hell be their resort.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

I don’t even want to hear it PEOPLE!! I have tried everything!

So, I call upon the Lord to hear my plea! Intervene and deliver us from the evils of capitalism, greed, vice, corruption, fracking, filthy water, Monsanto, politicians, disease and a world in chaos! Amen!

Devil Of A Full Moon

full moon and devil

When the moon is full, I turn.
My skin just starts to burn.

The mind plays trick on me.
I am a christian don’t you see.

Hell opens up a bit to give us just a peek.
The dead get up and play, a game called hide and seek.

Demons, christians and warlocks join hands and sing a song.
They’re all one and the same and they all do get along.

They sing the stuff of legend in the glow of the first full moon.
Their singing turns to lusty shouts and no more are they heard to croon.

They dance and call for the devil as a cloud begins to hover.
The devil steps forth to claim them, after all, he is their lover.

His breath is fierce and hot and his eyes are like smoldering embers.
He is horny for all to see and he takes pride in his swollen members.

One penis, the devil does not have, he has to please his pets.
He opts to bless the doctors since the devil needs his vets.

Ah, the full moon and its powers, it brings forth insanity.
And then the devil walks the earth bringing chaos and calamity.

Pray when the moon is full and don’t get caught out in the night.
For if you meet up with the devil, remember, he has a voracious appetite!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

“I Believe In Heaven And Hell!”

heaven and hell

The other day, a christian said,
“I believe in heaven and hell.”
I handed him a bag of ice,
and bid him fare thee well.

He thought that I was joking
and he laughed with so much glee,
it got me thinking to myself,
will he enjoy the devil’s tea?

If you want eternal life,
and a stately mansion too,
tell the preacher your desire.
He may promise it to you.

But remember, he is human,
and a sinner all day long.
He must answer for himself.
And his judgment could be wrong.

You say you’re going to heaven.
But that may not be the case.
I’ll keep this ice on hold
since I’m sure you’ll fall from grace.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

‘christians’, LMAO!!! One more week and I’ll leave ya alone!! This has been too much fun!!!

Embrace Evil!

embrace evil

I hardened my caring heart and filled my soul with ice.
No longer will I try; I embrace a life of vice.

I surrender to the evil that has plagued man through the years.
The devil’s home is in my heart and for that, I’ll shed no tears.

To cry is for the weak and I am stronger than I think.
I’ll seek the pleasures of this world and lift my cup to drink.

Life is short and to the point; I want rapture all day long.
I will live to suit myself, and care not if that is wrong.

Who needs wings or crowns of thorns or delights of paradise?
I’ll take my chance that this is it, I’ll pay whatever price.

Judge me not and if you do, I’ll toss my head and shout.
“Give evil just one chance; you see, the devil’s got the clout!”

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland