The Enlightened 1

I woke in cold sweats and the room was frozen Light pierced my soul and cold wind soaked in Chosen on this day a gent sat in a corner of the room The air was quite still and my bed was a tomb Dressed in dapper black and his stare was icecold Greeted me as Death, then my soul twice froze My mind told me I was dreaming or hallucinations But the numbness in my blood & I was mistaken Taken by surprise I prayed at a heavenly angle Death laughed, and said he was still an angel I said you must leave I’m to young for the Reaper He said, “You were too young when she said go deeper.” Confused my mind raced why am I conversing with Death He said, “I’m just awaiting the timing of your last breath.” “Don’t worry it’s not this moment or hour in fact.” “You have dates with doctors and nurses before that.” I said, “Seriously Death I’m fine and in good health,” “My life has been blessed with family and wealth.” Death answered, “Young foolish one your time is about spent,” “No more charming words, o...

She never really understood Or maybe she did but she never really cared I never needed criticism or tough love I never wanted to challenge her strength Or battle constantly about how she thought I only wanted her to hear my song To hear the words and sing along To accept the whispers in my heart To shine the Light when it was dark I think she knew I did not need a mother She had to feel that nagging was not the way It only enflamed a heated situation I could never convince her just to listen And not say anything until the words stop flowing I only wanted her to hear my song To hear the words and sing along To accept the whispers in my heart To shine the Light when it was dark She would never accept my point of view Even if it agreed with hers The days were to test my masculinity And the nights were to praise her femininity The fights always outlasted the love I only wanted her to hear my song To hear the words and sing along To accept the whispers in my heart To shine the Light when it...

Yes you can fail. It seems so simple, but a concept so foreign to so many. How many times have I heard, “I am in this situation because its God’s will and there is nothing I can do about it.” It is so sad that we allow ourselves to be powerless when we have been given the strength to move mountains. A people placed a little higher than the angels subjects themselves to failure and mediocrity. But how can we cause our own failure? We were blessed with the Serpent’s curse of freewill. We know the word but yet we constantly refuse to connect it with our daily lives. It’s a paradox, but not an unsolvable problem. Yes we never want to take away the omni power of the Creator. Yes the Creator has a master plan and we are destined to complete its circle. But freewill is buried within this plan. How many ways can one travel to say Atlanta? You can use various highways, go off-road, take a plane, use a boat for some of the trip etc. but you will end up in Atlanta. The Creator has the...

I never told her she was more than I had ever seen A clever scheme, to be friends & leave emotions unseen I believed I would never see her smile in my dreams She never knew, for her, I’d fire all the players on my team A pecan, sweet as yams and fiery as Spanish spice Creole in complexion, lips tastier than red beans and rice Her motion was fluid, lots of hips to swing and sway She never knew I saw her come & watched her walk away I hated to hear her voice, sweetness made my heart leap The sound would follow me for days, into all my sleep I knew I should have asked if friendship was our destiny I thought maybe that God was just testing me A woman beyond compare and I couldn’t tell her anything Couldn’t tell her 1 summer I fell for her in winter and the spring I think we could be good together, take the world by storm I’d be happy with her in a house, cardboard box or a dorm Yet I play the slick role, but in loneliness I stand Because I hate being her friend and just want to be ...

A silvery scene, as Psalms bleed, grieved in sadness The grey king, He shaped things, conceived the madness Black kids, in the end, entire nations imploded Total darkness enfolded, as the screams and bombs exploded…. An old soul, She begot twins, now captive to one son Jealousy…it twisted one, rage became larger than Big Pun He stunned the universe’s patriarch, Father Time met Death And His cries burned the sun until stars mourned his last breath Murdered at midnight, by the Son he bought the sun Caught & stunned, he ran past Pluto, frozen soul until it numbed Then Death, in the legacy of Cain and Esau took Life Crushed it before the stars as the nuclear warheads took flight Shook off the stench of life lost, even as the earth tossed Wives lost and the rotting bodies of children birthed moss Mother Nature pleaded to her son, “Death, I love thee still” His grin created a black void, crushing vertebrae to His will “You loved Life more, and Father dedicated more Time…. Milleniums you ...

Need you? Like I need bad credit & a felony Chick please, remember I made you shine I gave you motivation for destiny Put you in the game when you were riding the pine Rags to riches was your story Your meals before me always included cheese paper Took you from jeans and tees To Vera Wang and outfits from a tailor Yes I’ll miss you and all the jealousy you created So many women because they envied your situation And all I asked was loyalty and service And you presented me with humiliation Your mother told me to let you go Said she knew her seed was crazed and dumb And you better have a good lawyer and bodyguards If you ever try to keep me from my son.

Hurt you? You’re conceited, everything’s not about you The world doesn’t revolve for your pleasure I got what I wanted, you helped me graduate And skilled at releasing a week’s worth of pressure Neither of us was ready to even go steady But remember you pushed saying timing was right I knew that this boat was only Titanic-steady But your insecurities blinded your sight Honesty was our downfall I told the truth in stages You told the truth never And it’s broken because of our ages You can leave now you’re still a weakness Skin bronze as metal, lips I still don’t believe Body soft as cushions, still flexible huh? Better show you the door or I won’t let you leave

Hello what do you want to be today? There are many colors in all arrays I choose not black, I choose not white, I’m gray Too many absolute absolutes that absolutely won’t change Too many cloths sewn together that can never be rearranged Too many gripes gripping souls in grips like vice grips Too many edges so rough they neither slide nor slip Hello what do you want to be today? There are many colors in all arrays I choose not black, I choose not white, I’m gray This side is a legacy, the other is dynasty This side is gloomy, the other is “fine with me” This side is blessed, the other is cursed This side is the best, the other is the worst Hello what do you want to be today? There are many colors in all arrays I choose not black, I choose not white, I’m gray Come follow me because I have the key Come follow me because the door is open widely I know what’s best I’ve traveled the highway I know what’s best I’ve built the byway Hello what do you want to be today? There are many colors in a...

“Skeezy”? you were sleazy and vain Saw my rims spinning, and swiftly spun your web You tried to trap me in vain Missed my intelligence and played me dumb instead So quit the sob story, actresses get no glory You thought you could change me And tell your girlfriends the story Liar, I’m not “lion”, you will never tame me Our love was a joke, you had eyes for another Thought I never knew I was rebound You accepted phone calls from the other And I looked like the clown So excuse my lack of sympathy & sorrow Crying over me…you’ll never be done I’ll still call you tomorrow And let you know you lost one.

There was a feeling when I saw you That you were going to be easy This feeling was not really to hurt you But I’ve always been out to please me I use your emotions against you To gain the things I need Your emotions play against you So I simply ask, never beg or plead And you run but you will come back My control has distanced friends I irk your friends, they won’t come back And your mine until all time ends No you’re right it’s not a game You’re really trapped in this world of mine I play for keeps, I own the game Only through me can you shine

There was a time in ancient ages, that witches trained by powerful Druid priests, conjured a powerful place above earth. This area was sustained by the energy of evil demons and destined to remain invisible to humans until the end of time. Its walls were fortress-like and could endure the strength of 100 billion men. Its atmosphere was bleak and foggy, and the sun was cursed from giving light to its depths. There were no seasons as winter, cold and dark, ruled in this domain. It knew no happiness and accepted no joy. It generated only death and destruction, as its visitors were left to die in a forgotten home. On its gate were words in an ancient tongue, burned into metal by the acidic blood of ogres and spells cast to vanquish all who entered its cradle to oblivion from the world. For years men have disappeared and never left trace of their passing. They have been imprisoned in what we now call…the FRIEND ZONE. This is a hateful place that all men on earth have endured countles...

Invisibility can be disheartening when the People that don’t see you for who you are Should be the last individuals to mistake your Sincerity for fakeness or your honesty for hate Yet it seems that the first and most tenacious People to discredit your true essence or the Depiction of that essence are those that we call friends Or those we consider friends without ever speaking Of the title because it should be unequivocally understood That we are down until death because of the nights We shed tears over the loss of some mutual human Life or the last dollar that we split so that we both Would not be hungry or the couch they let you sleep On when you had no other place to go or even when You were brave enough to tell them about their Cheating significant other and yet they choose to Listen to the lies of those who not only are not Interested in your well-being but also have shown Not to be interested in their well-being also but Still they trudge on, believing the rumors and Even helping...

You are the wildflower that sprouts from the Rocky mountainside, various shades directing Sunlight toward those of us trapped blindly in The darkness of the valley. Your endurance Is legendary as you brave the howling winds Of summer thunderstorms and reflect moonlight In the darkest winter twilight as though God Granted you the patent on being natural Lighthouses to lead weary travelers to the Warmth and comfort of your bosom. Your Fragrance lifts the spirits of birds careening Past your dazzling array of colors. You turn the Desolation of rocky terrain, covered in masses Of twisted branches and broken dreams, into A breath of God’s promises as assuredly as the Promise of a rainbow after a light spring rain Your strength to hang on, thriving and blooming On the steep side of a mountain, never relenting Or dying, never allowing the lack of soil to stunt Your growth or let the sporadic rainfall in your life Keep your petals from smiling at the world. The rocks And steep edges are danger...

There is no sword or artillery weapon Formed that can strike more fear And pain than the configuration Of letters Castles have been sieged and Empires have been toppled By deceit and vengeance Of the less powerful The immediate health of Ones body can be severely Challenged by the slip Of a few words Destroy the words and And you may find happiness As you lie to yourself In a span of minutes, the level of blood racing through my veins was decreasing and I never even knew her name. The events take on a circular path as the ambulance zooms down lighted thoroughfares. The wrath of a woman is the only thing I learned this cloudy evening and only the moon can fully relay my tragic story as the stars stood idle, gazing. As I entered the smoky domain of the Black Orchid, her perfume surrounded my head as though I was promoted to an admiral of angels. The air was filled with Black and Mild smoke, cheap cologne, and the sweat produced by heavy cotton designed for winter weather being worn in e...

There is one person in life that I am responsible for - me; me, myself and I. There are exceptions like parent and babies, or mentally-ill patients, etc. The one person who I solely control is myself. But why is this important? Because I have seen too many people destroy themselves or the things around them because they were concerned with more than themselves. My job is a perfect example. There are certain people who can arrive to work whenever and suffer no consequences. I, on the other hand, must be punctual and ready to work everyday. Now I could spend my day upset and angry that I can't do what the "Jones'" do, but I do not control the Jones's. I must make sure that I am doing my job, regardless of what anyone else in that building does. I could take the attitude that I should do what others do, but when I lose my job, the phrase, "but he did it too," will not negate the issue that I was not performing my duties. Too many people are finding themselv...

Image is everything. I've heard recently that the "inside is what counts." A more accurate phrase would be "the inside is part of what counts." If you were injured, an ambulance is called and all of the paramedics jump out wearing Rocawear outfits, doo-rags and Timbs would you think twice about putting your life in their hands? If you needed your car repaired and went to Goodyear would you feel comfortable leaving your car in the hands of mechanics wearing pink ballet outfits and satin slippers? An honest person's answers would be no to both questions. So logically, we can safely assume those opinions and judgments of humans and their talents, character, abilities, etc. is initially based on their outward appearance. I don't think any of us would allow a "policeman" dressed in capri pants and an Old Navy t-shirt to search our vehicle, especially if he was driving a money-green cutlass with a mural of his naked sisters spray painted on the hood....