I rose up.
married to my destiny
I counted the blessings of my success’ dreaded predecessors
then forgave myself for good measure
opposition became opportunity
pain never felt so good
each obstacle boosted my immunity
and differentiation revealed layered expressions of Divine Unity
I now see, you and me
You, in Me
beautiful luminary
reflecting with rue the hues of my once impotent rudimentary views
my former lunacy cartooned the fool in me
reminiscing lucid spoofs
where I’d seek mental acuity as proof
loops of intellectualizing ancient wisdoms,
going through hoops of over rationalizing absolute truths
chastising my family feuds
when big brother logic is bemused
when I attempt to fuze
him to his sister, insight
and the middle-child intellect
to the baby, intuition
like a pair of Siamese siblings quibbling
my left hemisphere compensating as if it was always right,
truly only fooling me
the ego will grant illusions or allure and lore
with the guised con of consciousness
but resorts back to conformed common sense
whenever posed against something which makes no kind of sense
the problem is
the mental can only perceive from the common sense
limited to 5, pleading the fifth
cautiously acknowledging any lift from the kingdom of the 6th
devotion to the abstractions
promises less distraction with more detachment
yet appearing like madness
to the “don’t get mad get ‘glad wrap'” hypocritical fanatics-
overly peering peers
whom veer or loom near
provoking and volunteering jeers
and insults you hold dear
as souvenirs,
because to most
life is only lived and known at its lowest tier
you’re reminded there’s more than what meets the mirror
but not to a mere human being a mere human of fear
and there’s a lesson there
my new loyalty has oiled me in the soil
coiling my soul in the folds of a lotus
and I open up animated by the light of Sun as a true royal
walking upon my manifestations like Michael Jackson Moonwalking
that light within,
showed me the shadow of my skin
and to walk in the light of dark
is to live, and as long as you exist, you’ll never blend
A Mortal Man Dies with his Dependencies
the story of the generations
which will exceed us,
is of different origins and points of breach
the development, needs, and relationship with my youth
differs at stages tremendously in comparison
for this, the definition of our knowing
and relative longevity
in the realm of senses and density
contrast starkly, in what I or you
may determine as a success or ideal
fore the only Truth in this equation is,
Time is limited
although time has limits
I live beyond it
as a conscientious choice
therefore
a second will endure
an hour will be years
a day will be lifetimes
and moments will be eternal
so come to me, come with me, and live, Life
but be forewarned
I promise you Nothing,
but the Truth,
make use of it while it is at your disposal
don’t do yourself the disservice of ego
projecting upon time what you wish
with the appearances of limits
when I aspire to be limitless
seeking the best and most from all opportunities
never once evading from an inability to covet so as I please,
I can not lay idle and revel in aversion
when some see it fit to project their ideals
upon my being
which further limit the limited capacity and construct,
of time,
by one’s own dwarfish compartment of mind
housing preference
seek excess
and you will not succeed,
nothing will be enough to fill the stingy belly
insecure heart
and salivating eyes
lead by past,
and you will not know tomorrow,
nor understand right now
seek that which is sought,
time,
and you will have it in abundance
to do with it as you please
for as long as it lasts
because it is all you can ask
Detached Reflections
I looked into the mirror
saw a shadow
I looked out into society
saw shadows
I observed the shadows
and knew there was nothing distinguished
it was no community of mine
because as I looked into society
I could not find myself
the looks of my community
is not as you’d think
I knew then, I was alone
yet still, I rejoiced
realizing, I could recognize my Self-
who I really am,
and all I ought to be!
A Will Freed to Be
who are you going to be?
that isn’t as much a question,
as it is an invitation
from free will,
to make a choice!
responsibility is living up to that choice
and accountability,
becomes your account of abilities
which hold you to the responsibility
of your choice
the mind loves variety
but free will, choice-
craves direction, aim
so the mark, is not missed
Lost Religion
religion used to be a process of self-initiation
now it has converted to mass assimilation
it used to be about reconnecting to truth
by recognizing the God in you
now faith is blind, and internalizing God is an issue
and truth is externalized as platters from a denominational menu
Black History Free Writes: Black Skin, White Mask
Frantz Fanon posed the question
am I all I say I am, am I all I ought to be?
when you ask what black history means to me
it means the many black skins taking off their white masks
they’ve leased, to appease the sensitivities of the white mass
what does it mean to me
well it’s more than revisited dream speak, memes, tweets, the schematically buried burden of by any means, and ominous screams and pleas for peace and equality themes for me
it means black regency
aspiring beyond permission and leniency
and by any other estimation
it should mean more than name commemoration
and overbalanced martin Luther king Jr memorialization
as if he was the only martyr to suffer from a steadfast and laborious effort with the threat of impending death by assassination
or the cobra clutch of a snail’s pace in a race against time to witnessing the realization of liberation
awakening the state and charging the stake of a nation
from its stay at discrimination
and dissonance of capitulation
it should mean reinvigoration for more representation
and less misrepresentation
representation in the courtrooms
in legislation
in government and in each district
in law enforcement
representation in public and governmental leaders
in boards of education
in production with its base in entertainment
displaying dark faces
where narratives are often swayed and stimulate change and the understanding of behavior and the historical effects of enslavement telling our stories, behind the cameras, and expanded roles within the eyes of the camera’s angles
in having ownership, equal partnership, a seat at the table in labels and organizations
in banking institutions and management
representation in medicine, clinics, hospitals, and insurance and their governing boards rearranged
representation in nutrition health and wellness
in farming and land ownership
in museums, scientists, coders, historians, and anthropologists
in philosophers, sociologists, therapists, and psychologists
in administrators, directors, coaches
and reinvest in the misappropriated culture
and their original home which western influence and interest reigns with the constant mining of resources
after missionaries trampled with treats to trick a conversion of beliefs and speech in an effort to modernize an undeveloped mind with Eurocentric seeds
to a people believed to be degrees beneath in need of pure white hearted relief
black history spans beyond this country
because we span beyond this country
being spanned from our own country
to being disbanded, stranded, famished, and underhanded due to the nefarious and inhumane plans and demands of capital land and advantage, gaping wounds from the transatlantic only bandaged by the very provoking hands who still hide their hands, shamming lambs to flock for aid and grants across this clock hands tick-tocking jockeying distracting spams like rivers and dams spanning expanded brands and boarders brandished as black bodies drop or drill in the fields to fill holes spanning this diverse land lacking diversity in chance though unnoticeable with just a glance at this country
so when I ask who I am
and am I all I ought to be
I question the intentions behind the words freedom and liberty
because my abilities
somehow are predicted and distributed by the plans of this country
what does black history mean to me?
realizing the black faces draped in white masks
and the black bodies filling the hollow grounds which big business builds atop the lands of this country
because black skins and white masks
really indicated that blacks can not advance
without appealing to or appearing like, the white mass
black history is about remembering
through diligence, plight, and suffering
there is still another path
but is it fear…?
well the fact that we have to have a black history month shows that as a question we do not need to ask