The Enlightened 1

Analysis of all persons within a certain gender “being the same” – fact or fiction. Can it really be possible that all men or all women act the same? Others and I have always made generalizations about the sexes that predetermine how we choose to interact. If you think all men lie then you are predisposed not to believe anything a man tells you when you meet him. If you think all women can be bought for a price you probably don’t trust a woman enough to have a stable relationship. We all seem to buy into these generalities, especially when we are hurt by one of them in a relationship. Then the “all men are dogs” or “all women are liars” seems to ring from every mountaintop. But honestly, can you truly say beyond a reasonable doubt that every man in the world is a lying snake? Is it logical to surmise that God in his infinite wisdom made all women to be whorish? It would be safe to say that we are all programmed to be unique from birth and couple that with the varied upbringings we all ...

I wonder if the loss of a soul causes a momentary ripple A lapse in time between earth and heaven The angels pause in split seconds The demons momentarily cease their destruction Does the wailing of those trapped in the netherworld decline Indeed life is filled with small deaths and disappointments If the fabric of the world is connected to the Creator and The eternal blackness of the bottomless pit is from His hands And the souls of black folks and those with black hearts are Intertwined with the breath of the Creator Then the evil of death and the refreshment of life connect all Of us. My soul sometimes feels empty and souls have departed, affecting My veins. Encased back to the earth from whence we came From dust to water to life to dirt and the bones prevail Originally we were kings Infinite in nature, wisdom our staff, knowledge our compass Surrounded on all levels of degrees, leveled throughout time Inheritors to greatness, bound only by our humanity And we stumbled and bruised o...

I DEFEND ALL CRIPS UNIL I DIE THROWEN C'S UP IN DA SKY WHEN I DIE 6URY ME IN CRIP CITY AND SHOW DA WORLD NO PITY PLACE 6LUE RAGS ACROSS MY CHEST AND LET MY LOCS KNO I DID MY 6EST Returned to the same blue sky that brought you Life as long as the streets you ran and the women You ran through or the souls you shaped Two brothers saw you as savior and father and Your daughter loved her father but from Hollywood To Small Street, Vadoc to ViceLord and all sets in Between the scene remains unchanged and the game Remains unsettled and the struggle for power still Passes from weed sack to crack rock to Cutlass to Jackie Chan in the trunk and the car still sits in Ancient history by your grandmother’s house but speaks No words or cries no tears of what it has seen or the Bullets it has heard or the degradation it endured in Serene silence and who knows if the eightball still Exists but the same pitchfork your raised pricked your Finger long ago and the pledge in blood was made and Regardles...

It seems really awkward to lie, to shine incessant light On consistent game that I think would constantly win Your heart and curl your toes or make your eyes Sparkle as shattered glass on the pavement covered In raindrops but the world would spin no faster or the Sun create a more blue sky in summer’s shine if I told You sweet nothings covered in powdered sugar and Tinged with confectioner’s chocolate or if I signed my Name upon letters that would rival a revival of Shakespeare Or the reincarnation of Auden or Eliot or Yeats or Cullen And in the passion of verse the metaphors of my love For you would leap gracefully from the page as though Tied to the legs of the nimblest ballerina on a small stage For a small audience as part of a small theatre troupe and I could sense the tears spotting the classy scrolled ink on the Parchment-like paper as you read the love within and time And space would limit motion for a second until your breath Caught up with reality and the thought of me would ...

I pray that you remove this bitter cup I humbly ask that this load be lightened…. This crooked cross is rough Hewn from a hardwood with a grievous saw Is help on the way Can I sense the end of this sojourn…The birds call Eagles or vultures, tears crowd my vision Running as creeks angry after the winter snows melt Rushing, crashing…swollen with rage…intense pain And the sun burns hot on my uncovered face And the water tastes like a bitter root Relief is ageless and faceless…I’m blinded The day is dawning, the noon is mingling with the night The bitter cup runneth over, the plate of despair is full Buffet-style it seems… Crown my head in longevity and anoint my bones Strengthen my hands and shod my feet…forever I pray that you remove this bitter cup …and I have known that the unknown would shine its infamous face upon my life. The body weakens and the spirit dwindles under the force. Both are renewable but rejuvenation demands the most stringent price – love and loyalty to a desire of ...

I prayed and laid down to sleep And in my dreams you made me weep The oceans blue and the starry skies And from your lips you told no lies The earth fell away beneath my feet And in your arms I did retreat Hung my head and hoped to die And still your lips spoke no lies Trapped in air as thick as snow In times of year I did not know But the glowing rain I did despise And your lips never once spoke the lies I conquered death a million times And told my story in a million rhymes Your countenance made my heart rise And through this your lips spoke no lies

I’m not in the mood For foolishness or futile nagging We had a contract. We had a deal. 14 days into February means what? That our commitment is broken? I don’t think so. You agreed. I conceded. We pinky swore. Pricked our thumbs. Hallmark has invested millions into bears, candy and cards. That’s not my problem. It’s their issue. Their stockholders. I’m not supporting this capitalist tyranny. And you need to get a man for that. We are buddies. Lovers. Friends with benefits. Colleagues. Love? Never used the word In your presence unless food was involved. The Jones’ are really going to have you alone. I use Swiss time movement. Biological timepieces have no meaning. Yes your friend had a wedding. Yes your soror is pregnant. Yes your sister is engaged. Yes your co-worker had a baby shower. And yes, you are going to be alone if you keep talking about it. Hints? I don’t like them. If you push an animal into a corner, He bites. And bites hard. Until the blood flow is profus...

Stewardship. A long church word I never really paid attention to. But I guess as you mature you begin to take notice of those things that some time ago you could not sense would be applicable to your life. I got a job promotion and a raise last week. So as any good son would, I called my parents to let them know their Christmas presents would be slightly upgraded this year. Mama proceeds to give me the God Lord blessing speech and she mentioned stewardship. It seems that stewardship is similar to utilizing your assets. It’s simply taking whatever situation or circumstance you are in and making the best of it. I thought back about all of my previous jobs and in taking stock, I found that every job I received was slightly better than the one before. Whether it was a little more money, or better supervisors, or more responsibility or more freedom, each job was a little step higher. This review yielded the essence of stewardship – simply being faithful in all kinds of weather. I’v...

I am merely a passing thought You are the seed, the birth of an idea so vivid and powerful That gardens of bulbs and flowers blossom at your will and This idea will create patriotism and pride in the trembling Hearts of peasants and knights alike and you, Oh Grand Idea will shape the curves of Mother Nature and this idea Shall strike fire and heated perfection along the length And breadth of each silver blade and this idea will Burn true each tip of every woven standard raised and This idea will embolden the fortitude of every soldier And comrade as they stand in wait of a death so vast It stretches from their birth to the graying of their wise Old temples and you, Courageous idea will carry us Through I am simply a single voice You are the sound of millions clustered closely Enduring the hardships of the valley, triumphing over The anger of the wind and cold, these million souls Crying from a deserted wilderness in steady echoing Tones that rip gnarled brown limbs from trees and Uproo...

The season’s change and time my dear, will change you The same you, body will evolve, Mother Nature’s to blame boo Remain new in heart while hips widen, curves may straighten Your mind, a beautiful design, though your body loses patience Take this hold it gently; caress these words around you soul You’re black, always so feminine and intriguingly bold I never told you why I am here or what my 3rd eye sees in you It’s not hips or tits or when legs split…it’s the little seed that grew The day we talked as the sun waved goodbye, starlight on your lips You laid your head on my shoulder and my inhibitions slipped I came equipped to hide myself and fill our world with lies But the sincerity when you looked at me, passion in brown eyes The seed of love grew to respect and sprouted leaves of dependence I needed you unconditionally, and the future whispered, “descendants” A nation with you, king and queen, we’d start a labor of love Your essence, fit for motherhood, & God sends an angel fro...

Get on my level. Ages ago this seemed a catchy little tune to groove to and make the party hoppers hop a little more. It was nothing more than a passing iceberg in the cold oceans of hip-hop that would soon fade and be no more; how prophetic its verses. How deep was its message. It’s truly refreshing to be able to speak these four words and mean them. How grand to speak the words and have something of substance behind them. Get on my level. Rise above where you are in life. Elevate beyond what your immaturity tells you is possible. It seems so simple. But yet for many it remains so hard. Childishness would dictate that to tell someone to get on your level would require an air of conceit or superiority. It would deem it necessary to look down upon the individual and exercise the look of royalty upon a pauper of the lowest class. On the other hand a mature emotion of telling someone to get on your level would be empathy and understanding. Maturity would give way to a wisdom th...

All praises…all thanks All blessings I receive…All blessings I give All Time is destined mine…All mine is destined Time It feels good. Really good. No matter how I try to throw a cloud on my life, He will not be denied. He will place a burning Sun in my bedroom and burn me until I thank Him for the rain. He will drown my body in water until I acknowledge who controls every desert. God is a force to be reckoned with; a force to be respected and revered and a lack of faith will make you miserable and lonely. He will not stand to be discounted or put in reserve. He is the only way, never one of the options. He is Life. There is only one opposite and that is death. Death does not have to come in a physical form, but He can choose to kill your success, murder your relationships, suffocate your happiness or take everything away from you that you obtained to block Him out. Acknowledgement of His blessings is good. Acceptance of His sovereign power is greater. Obedience to His will is ...

Through me You shine….In my depths are the secrets of Life In my mind lies the power of the earth’s revolutions…. Gravitational pull is a direct product of my human will…. Thank you so much…. All praises…all sacrifices and oils placed at the throne… And I, John saw a new heaven and a new earth…. And I, John saw the Dragon slain and my sword dripped blood… I am gracious for grace and pleased to be invited to sup with King In all things I cherish, I love, I experience, I ruminate, I ponder In all ways my soul is protected from the despisers of humanity Demons watch me and blood rains from their eyes…. They are a jealous bunch…destined to die eventually in solitude and No recognition… My name shall live forever… My achievements written on all walls Spoken in ancient tongues by a new people…I’m known I can caress the sky with an ebony and ivory feather from my wings And not even feel the heat from the Sun…I am the greater son And the greatest son of the Greatest Son and His Spirit abides c...

Her ears She heard and listened and tried Her eyes She saw and reveled and comprehended Her heart She understood and forgave and accepted ………….. The vision was cast and we, oblivious to the past Detached from the Source & indeed history was masked But a seed was cast and the oceans rolled over Minds sober and luck ran out like legs on 4 leaf clovers Its not over, hearts large and empty as plains in Dakota I grabbed Life in Death’s grip but never controlled Her A soldier of misfortune, missed fortunes bad decisions It was written, not Nas, but before my soul existed I’d sown seeds of discontent, bent on pure evil intent The extent of my destruction left certain souls bent Time’s spent, days shorten and shortages of breath exist My wrists are draggin a Dragon through mist to the Pit Fire spits, my life singed, a lost one who murders champions I looked into those eyes, no lies, and felt it can’t be done. …and the floodgates were left mangled and tattered as the surge of truth and emot...

Candlelight spreads it manicured fingers across Those dimples Brown skin compliments the Color of crabcakes and the darkest Cognac In essence I hear only you as the band croons music for the soul In my soul only yours may enter at this moment in time As the candlelight waves hello to you as you smile And the surrounding room is dazzling as you speak So softly, so enlightening The light is nothing Accept a dim reminder that your eyes are shining Pale in comparison Your presence dictates the Movement of the entire room Waiters dance Around enthralled by your call Indeed you are The princess of enchantment in this hour and Time simply cups your delicate fingers and Follows your lead Amazing and graceful Candlelight anointing your face and that is lovely Forest greens and brown framing your shape In beauty you sit Candlelight your crown And glory I asks only to remain transfixed Admiring your every sigh Gazing at the way Yo...

And she passed me several millenniums ago As I walked, twisting my neck and breaking my back For that dark chocolate AKA, hair to her shoulders And legs the length of a tall glass of Kool-aid Red certainly, on a hot day in July and her lips Were juicy sweet and her outfit neat, stacked in at Least two places and slim in at least two others And the whole time the sun was rotating around my Head as my head was rotating around the shape of her Body, ebony dark and skin creamy as fudge melting Slowly in a double boiler as steam rose from her feet As she walked because she was that hot and that jet Black, coal colored hair teasing her collarbone and And the whole time the One was a lost one in my Peripheral The club smoke smoldering into a grimy animated haze Metal arrayed in more colors than elementary jungle gyms In this jungle though, jungle cats stalk elusive prey amongst The flowery umbrella of tinted martini glasses, intent on leading A victim to its plush tent on a boulevard of wilde...

And in a rush the crushing weight of living while Black In America rushes to the forefront of my eyes and my manhood Is dashed against glassy rocks and crystal lies held by Tanned liars… Savagery Is an element of surprise in war… Intolerance is the breath of life to heathens… And incoming is the seas of despair wrapping seaweeds and Illegal weed around my legs and flinging me into this smog Choked air as though trapped in a Tibetan tiger trap and in The real trap hood stars burn into supernovas and flame on Or simply flame out as quickly as flamers flash themselves to Men and there is nothing but glass caressing my calloused feet The notion of substance is etched in invisibility Shallow or transparent are parents of antiquity Nothing can be heard except my failure Nothing can be seen except the black void of my skin I cannot see indeed the greed that holds over Iniquity, feel me, is chilly as the cold shoulder Hung over, though my soul’s sober and restless Confess this to men of though...

Those simple yellow roses My mother would smile tenderly when A special day would arrive A day made special By those yellow roses Always attached was the Same message year in and year out It may Have been one dozen or two or three and her Eyes would glow like diamonds mined, so Precious in wartime The yellow glow Offsetting her pecan brown cheeks on many an Anniversary, weeks from the Ides of March And no other man could present my mother with Any other gift, even her life or death, that could Grow a seed of love in her heart from the same rich Earth that grew those yellow roses My father’s Eternal gift to his queen of every Nile in this world And the next, those yellow roses speaking volumes To me at a young age of loyalty and love that never Wavers, of trust that endures the demise of the last petal of Those yellow roses, a bond Xeroxed by mortals To match brilliantly, a link of man to heaven, of Creator to creation Those yellow roses came every year as the spring ...

The sun awakens and my soul with it The time is new and the air is refreshed Bringing in an age only told in fires of Bards imperialism and voodoo hunters Crescent wailing The time is now and the Past is ageless but the future has been reflected In the mirror of a thousand oceans and concealed In the hearts of a thousand warriors One mother Regrets her son forgetting his winter coat and one Father regrets not teaching his son how to Box The wind whispers of new growth as grown Women parade in paraded silence examining The loss of that beau and the missing ring On their hands and cherish that first kiss and The birth of their best friend’s firstborn into an Age steeped in leaves of colored flowers and The scent gives solace to their ears as the sun Anoints a new year and the stars clap for its Patience and the song of a new generation is Sung I am royalty. I am regal in nature and anointed by the hand of the King of kings. I have been cradled in His hands and guided through the te...