The Enlightened 1

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...