The Enlightened 1

You saw it shine, you saw it glitter You proclaimed its greatness on Twitter Your eyes wide open, pupils gazing You sought it out, it was so amazing You had this image that it was grand You dreamed of holding it in your hands You tried to hide it from the light You couldn’t keep calm from sheer delight It made you warm and you felt secure It whispered wonderful fantasies in your ear It gave you compliments and kissed your spine You shut your eyes and it made you blind You encountered darkness and felt alone And began to reap what you had sown It cut you off and left you in neglect It showed you dishonor and disrespect The flowers died and the phone calls stopped The grass turned brown and the temperature dropped The sun turned red and stars flew from the sky And the fantasy world faded right before your eyes And you couldn’t deny what you had failed to see The grass wasn’t greener…and he wasn’t me. I just walked past the restaurant table and saw the pain in her eyes. Those eyes were s...

I came and stood before the throne To see what God had in store. I knelt in prayer to ask this day That he simply give me the courage To endure. I ask not for my vision to be perfect I ask not that my thinking by clear I ask not that the path be straight I simply ask that this day He grant Me the strength to endure another day. I ask not for the million dollar lottery I ask not for achievements and success I ask not to be exalted in stature before men I simply ask that He guides me to another Rising of the sun. His favor is sufficient. His grace is all-reaching. Simply…I ask to endure as an iron pillar. “For, behold, I have made thee this day a defensed city, and an iron pillar, and brazen walls against the whole land, against the kings of Judah, against the princes thereof, against the priests thereof, and against the people of the land.” Jeremiah 1:18.

I’m mulling over this application. Supposedly the rewards are outstanding and the repercussions are minimal. So they say. Should I become a 50%er? Yes, a fifty-percenter. Recently several friends were gathered and from the conversation the secret society of the 50-percenters was revealed. Some 50-percenters are card-carrying members who have accepted and embraced their choice. Others live in obscurity, unaware that they hold the same ideals and passions of the 50-percenter nation. 50-percenters are usually male, although females have been known to display characteristics of 50-percenters. No religion, racial or social background, nor financial status link 50-percenters. I don’t know if I can fill out the application. It seems anarchy to me. The 50-percenters sat me down and tried to convince me that their ways are simply utopian. They feel that through their knowledge all men can be free and happy. Their mottos are crafty and their logic is interesting. 50-percenter or men who only ...

This list was compiled from a survey of men, of various ages, ethnic and economic backgrounds. This is a "women stop it please" list. 1.Stop taking us to visit your raggedy relatives. Your sister doesn’t train your little nephew and he is always begging for money and asking for stuff. And if he punches me again because I won’t play that old Kool-aid stained Playstation 2, I’m going to give him another lump in his neck. 2.Stop asking us where we want to eat, then when we get there you don’t like the food and the service. We told you to pick because we know we can always get a burger and fries and be content. 3.Stop doing your hair, makeup, etc. in the car and telling us to slow down. If you had stopped answering that cell phone and gotten dressed in the house like normal people we wouldn’t have to drive 23 mph on the interstate so the mirror won’t shake. 4.Stop asking us do we love you more than once a month. That question should only be asked every 30 days because that’s h...

The battle rages, from zero to infinite ages The blood drips, tasteless, and without fragrance The stench is foul, so flagrant, as I gaze in amazement The days when stars were a’blazing and Geico’s cavemen Saints blend in, defensive to sin, so they’re offensive to men Soul food’s not made in the kitchen my friend Visit with Him then ask for deliverance then Strap on the armor….you’re on a mission to win Dissent will come then as the demons are gathered And spring from the stronghold…but none of that matters I’ll take the Spirit and leave them all tattered Smashed into fine matter and leave their bones scattered Tell them stay off my lawn, equipped with Bibles and brawn Praising God with old songs and daring hellhounds to come Lucifer threw down his gauntlet, I’m dressed exclusive in blessings Satan made it to the playoffs…but heaven wins the series in seven Always testing, never resting, my God equipped me for stress And gave me resolve to keep living until He lessens my breath I’m imp...

Officer Ricky...I bought Port of Miami. Well sort of. Naw I just downloaded it & gave it away free. But that's beside the point. It was a quality album from a new cat. Great job. Trilla. Uh...hmmm....3 good songs is ok. It could've been better as your albums sales exemplified. it did disappear off shelves..after store management got tired of slashing prices to sell it. Now I think u've got some talent..rapping. I just don't know if you know that we understand that all rappers have a rap "persona" and that if all of your music was true you would be serving time in an institution or a cemetary and not giving us any good music. So stealing the name of a real drug dealer and using it was eh..we ignored it. Now the correctional officer problem you created. It wasn't the fact that you held this job..it's that you were stupid enough to deny that you held the job. There's this small gov't agency called the IRS and prisons have to report wages to ...

don't be stupid and trade up for Mark Sanchez. Don't do it. It's not worth it. We don't want him nor do we need him. Get an o-lineman. Get a defenseive end. Get an outside linebacker, but please don't trade away picks for Mark Sanchez. Do it for us. Sincerely, Redskin fans against stupid roster moves.

Sometimes we judge. Incorrectly. Quickly. At the expense of accuracy. I have to acknowledge my own shortcomings. The mirror is a little bit clearer. How many times have we seen a “church member” at the club? How many times have we caught a “Christian” doing something immoral. Certainly. It has happened. And it will continue to do so. Our reactions (particularly if we are not church-goers) are usually condemnation, ridicule and the typical “hypocrite”. There are very few times that we give a positive review. What we don’t usually think about is the journey; the journey that has brought that person to that particular place and time. Becoming a Christian or a believer, or whatever title does not instantly grant you some type of superpower to prevent you from slipping and falling. When we hear a Christian say cursing, do we ever think about what they may have been doing last year this time? This person may have been doing drugs, robbing old ladies, voting for George Bush, popping it for ...

The soul stirs, such bold words Reality checks, but no verbs This cold world, though gold hurled Is priceless like rolled pearls Told girls to be women, isn’t that the string in a hair ribbon Subtract the science and then minus the facts or the fiction Restrictions to diction, air restricted is an unknown affliction A prince is only offensive if he’s in another’s jurisdiction Picture the mind state of great Apes and look closely Proportionally wise and attired appropriately Emotionally inept yet with steps ordered as Christians Listen to the sound of pomp, circumstance and tradition A fitting crescendo, mentals quicken to blend souls The risk – low as angelic signals whisper innuendo I stand on the isle, I’ll ask the fabric the past Aisles of brashness in cold plastic cast The rashness of survival leaves pupils glazed over Display clovers in four dimensions til night and days over Bad luck and cold shoulders, rock bottom… Submerged boulders Can we just handle Life…I don’t know, ask the...

India, much more than a country to me She is really a solar system that controls me With her pull not gravitational but always Inspirational. In her slender frame she frames beauty like An outline or the shape of an expensive bottle Of wine or a crystal glass of cash stashed in the Dash of an E class… If I’m the camera..she’s that flash It’s pretty tough to be prettier than Miss Petite Perpetually pleasing to all eyes and lenses and binoculars And microscopes and magnifying glasses and infrared And if you’ve read her expressions you see the light Dancing in her eyes and her body dancing to the beat And to beat her dancing requires expert eyes and body… Can she here me whisper her name in seasons of discontent Maybe, unless the sound of flapping wings disturbs the sound As the angels follow their princess as she floats on this earth To give us a taste of her beauty and the blessing of her voice And the light of her soul and the glimmer of her smile and The genius of her brain and in mom...

All you ever write about is death and dying Never progress or trying Denying light, darkness…not shining You praise the clouds To enslave the crowds You bury love but hate aloud Arrayed in shrouds, you welcome strife Constantly detesting life Bankrupt…never willing to pay the price You would slay the nice Raise the blade and knife…and never think twice Your thoughts are mean, you slaughter dreams You smile at pain and laugh at screams It seems your soul was lost at birth Waiting to reunite when you leave the earth It hurts to know you wish for drama You say “Yes we can’t” and hate Obama Promise me you’ll evaluate your sanity Then have a cup of warm humanity Become panic free and embrace the sun Survive the night and the day will come.

So many status changes since Saturday. All them damn lies. Obviously he hasn't made you feel loved all year because you aint had a "he love me so much" status since last February. Comedy... You haven't seen a restaurant with this cat in 6 months. He bought you roses out of obligation. Because he don't buy them any other day of the year. Some aint get that. They got the Cinema 6 & the 2 for $20 at Applebees. And he riding 26s...lmmao. I'm rolling cuz us men is getting over. We run the planet. *enters DJ Khaled* "We the Beeeeeest!" You know if this applies to you. If you happy all year..u good. If you only happy on special days..lol..keep living. J.R..... keeping it 1,000 til my casket drops.

Somebody tried to convince me tre's were the nicest on a line. We all know the truth. Aces. Numero Uno. We all know there would be NO LINE without us. Excuse me, but actually aces don't need the rest of you. We can stand alone. I've seen it. But it kills what you can charge for the show & the afterparty..lol. O-N-E. What a probate..tell 'em Slick "Shine on ya own"! Complete shine masters. First to always rip off that mask. You know us. They either scream loud or crickets & that my friends kills a "coming out." The number 1. The only number you can add and make up every other number (naw zero doesn't count. there is no 0 line..genius.) 1+1 = 2. 2+1=3..always add with the one.... LB's, sands, LS's, paperdolls whatever you call yourselves... Remember you are simply everything after 1. Numero Uno. There always has to be at least one... lol. shouts out 2 cold crush brother #3...u a fool bruh...

Hypocrits. Simply amazing. The audacity. Radio stations have banned his music. Women's groups are staging protests. Businesses have dropped endorsements. SMH... No. Never. Not in any form is it reasonable to assault a woman. But she's not dead. She's still making money. Mario feat. Rihanna - Emergency Room. terrible. But the outcry is astonishing. Radio stations play music from convicted felons such as drug dealers, murderers, pimps, pedophiles, etc. but this guy deserves some special treatment? Are you serious? There are men who sell women's bodies for profit and/or promote this practice and I don't see one radio station or television station saying anything or censoring their music. Drugs ruin families and destroy lives, but thats ok as long as you don't hit a woman or kill a dog? wow... If we are going to hold Chris Brown (or Michael Vick) to a moral standard, we should be holding every other entertainer to the same one.

I saw the rose Withering and dying in the light of so much sunshine. At one time it was bright and brilliant Now it just cowers in the wind and tries not to die. The leaves were once drenched in color The stem was once erect and strong as tempered titanium The morning dew is the tears it cries I saw the rose. It never raised its weary head The moon never says good night. The stars deny their twinkle to its petals I saw the withering rose and wondered Wondered why it never asked for water. It wasn’t on purpose. If I had known that it would ruin her day I wouldn’t have asked. It was just a casual question, just harmless banter. It had been a long, tiring day and this break from the office grind was just what I needed. The clock on the wall of the sandwich shop was ticking at a snail’s pace and the expresso machine was buzzing from the rush of water whizzing through its insides. She was sipping absentmindedly on a cup of coffee as the steam tickled her nose and made her face wrinkle. I...

Freedom is a beautiful thing. To be blessed in that freedom is greater still. How strange to be attune to one's life. How odd to spring clean & rid your soul of those skeletons. Bag lady..you can't hurry up..cuz you got too much stuff... Lighten the load. Quickly. Permanently. Warning - ridding yourself of emotional baggage can cause joy, peace of mind, and nights of blissful sleep. Charge it. Credit it. Don't return it. Truth serum is an elixir of powerful proportions. When taken it causes light to shine in dark places of your life. It will cause death in lesser humans. Only by examining oneself can this elixir be properly wielded. It's always been easy to find the faults in others. It's always virtually easy to give others advice on how to improve their situation. The outside looking in is a comfortable place for many. But wise is the man that can face himself in the mirror and neither shudder nor shrink at what he sees. He accepts his faults and praises his...

It’s amazing what we allow ourselves to be entertained at any cost. If we could count the minutes we have wasted and then multiply that by the amount of things we could have been doing with that time…our bank accounts would be full, our families would want for nothing and our levels of achievement would be historical. But alas we just gonna “re-up” with that income tax money. A good female friend and I had a conversation recently about this need to waste time. She was at a gathering, met a dummy who wanted her number, and gave her some funny, assinine drunken lines. Bored, she was intrigued enough to give him her number because she wanted to be entertained. She could tell from the first sentence he wasn’t her type, intoxicated and obviously not on her educational level (Masters degree). But her boredom with the dating scene in Atlanta caused her to flip a coin and see if he was a better man in a different environment, so she gave him the number. A few days later he calls and the co...

Of course it felt like Monday. The chaos that normally ensues when you hit the jobsite was obvious today. Things were not going well. Things were late…jobs were not being done properly, but I pressed on as the minutes turned into hours. The stress of the morning was oppressive. The stress of the afternoon was even more stifling. But count it all joy. Normally the end of the week is smooth sailing. But normal is a cruel friend that only seems to show up when you don’t need him. I had to take a moment to just breathe and relax. In that moment God gave me a reminder – this job, this life, your assets are His gifts. God has allowed me to be in this position during this season and He is controlling this job. He gave it to me and in His wisdom He can take it away. It’s easy to stress or become frustrated over things that you think you control. But when you realize that you are where you are not because of your intelligence or hardwork or strength or resolve, then the picture becomes...

And Elijah came unto all the people, and said, How long halt ye between two opinions? if the LORD be God, follow him: but if Baal, then follow him. And the people answered him not a word. - 1 Kings 18:21 It is not a game. There is a seriousness of life that we cannot continue to ignore. Look around...extraordinary things, both good and bad, are shaping the state of our affairs; sudden violent weather, wars and genocide, economic recessions, unprecedented numbers of people homeless, hungry, and disillusioned. How long halt ye between opinions? There is an urgency to pick a side. We have been given the freewill to do whatever we please and this freedom makes you responsible to suffer the consequences. And those consequences will be with you and your soul for an eternity. The fence is rapidly being taken down - there will soon be nothing to straddle. In anything, you must commit; you must make a conscious decision to draw a definitive line and truthfully defend your position. We cannot co...

this lone dedication has grown through inflation my zone needs updating, simply known to beat Satan keep pace, i need patient, breathing laced in each matrix degrees placed in East stations until kings inaugurated they sing of my placement, unrelinquished in these ages please, they beg save us, but i screen screams and toss favors plots they seem tasteless, i brace myself and let energy drain again and again, til the false security and insanity ends i plan to begin, to renew until tragedy ends its sad to see friends, always traveling faster than them its that or the end, enemy to each friend each bend in the road may seem to reach sin dispense with the martyr talk, they dont die...all martyrs walk they dont lie, in fire they fry..until all martyrs talk im scarred in walks, in large to metal bars and stalks too smart to start and maybe too wet to spark collecting darts is old-fashion, in chasms i sense disaster plaster my name in each pyramid while the angels gather... Isolation brings ...

I recently saw this movie starring Don Cheadle and it was quite interesting. Besides the fact that Cheadle has such a diverse acting resume and should have already won an actor of the year award, the storyline was thought provoking. The plot focused on the gray area of terrorism. From all sides, America and its allies versus the "radicals", the logic of everyone was steeped in rhetoric, misinformation, a lack of understanding, and the acceptance of stereotypes with no hesitation. It's amazing how we class large groups of people so instantaneously. We can condemn those we know nothing about. We can watch blood being spilled and as long as it is in the name of our side of "righteousness" then all is seemingly well. Religion outside the of U.S. is astounding - not for the doctrines or the tenets of the religion itself, but for its ability to unify so many people to a common cause and mindstate. Even hatred in unison is extraordinary. Entire countries gather at the...

As we wade through all the debris and all the filth of the new year..reflect. As we try to scour clean the many lies, broken promises and half-truths that shall pervade our essence in the coming days and weeks..think. Who cares? No one. Really. Seriously. No one. You are not special. Get over it. But J.R., I am who I am. So? You are nothing. Yes, you are..are nothing. The world spun a course through galaxies before you stole oxygen from trees. The tributaries of the Euphrates and Tigris joined hands before your soul twinkled under moonlight. But I am who I am.... Yes and I am who I am... No one cares if you author a whole generation of New Year's resolutions. No one cares how you intend to "change your life" this year. You do the same charade every year. The world has seen this show before. Who cares if you "erase" some friends...You might be too late..they may have already removed you from their existence. And who are you that you think these "ex-friends...