Living Legend

Living Legend

Momma didn’t have a car, but everyday I was being driven by these vivid Visions walking to and from school, stayed cool on a hot Summer day dream of making my own toons, Bus stop was far from home, pause, put on my shoes and walk with me through the Valley of the shadow of homicide, drug sales, prostitutes, drug abuse and obtuse peers, gears from Sears, Walkman blaring, 36 Chambers in my ear canals, silenced all but the car horns, I’m honing my escape plans from these 15 blocks of hell, hoping, praying somebody doesn’t drive by and shoot, dodging coked up elders picking up Coke cans for a living, there was nothing Pleasant about my City until I got to Spruce, to be and what not to be was always apparent, enforced by an always ready with the belt Single Parent, I brought you into this World and I’ll take you out kept me out of detention, mouths don’t speak what the eyes Witness on these streets, unless it’s Jehovah; Grandma’s many Life lessons, that and her prayers kept me out of a coffin, as I grew and the quality of Life around me lessened, I asked myself more questions, looked for more answers, paid more attention to my surroundings, that focus brought me to my Destiny, Summer ’94 I stumbled onto my Passion; it kept me out of prison and all other stereotypical statistics known to a young black man raised by a single mom, memoirs of a Living Legend. Selah

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My Sunday Morning Prayer

“My Sunday Morning Prayer”

My Sunday Morning prayer, R.I.P to Yesterday, last Week, last Month, last Year…. The Darkest part of the P.M is right before the A.M, welcome New Day, Greetings New Week, behold, I shall be glad and rejoice in thee….Because you’re not promised to no one, but yet here you are ticking away with me, LORD I pray for all my Kings and Queens going through it, the ones that are stressed and uncertain about where things are going, when things are coming, those that are on the ledge of their Hope, the one’s at the precipice of their Faith, those that are full of angst that they’re even developing shortness of breath due to anxiety, LORD touch their hearts, calm their minds, give them a sign to soothe their Souls, they don’t mean to doubt YOU, they’re just curious, and things are tough out here not knowing, Faith and Hope is a luxury in this 21st Century. I’m coming to YOU because, well who else? YOU are IT, if YOU don’t do it, it won’t get done, All of my eggs are in YOUR basket, hatch me a New Mindset, where old things are passed away, help me to behold that all things are New in me despite my current environment or situation, Abba search my heart for the words that I cannot utter because of my language barrier in this physical body, I know that you speak Spirituality and I feel it in my Spirit, search my heart LORD, the words are there. I pray that YOU do it swiftly in Yeshua’s consent. Amen… My Sunday Morning Prayer. Selah

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Hollowed BE

“Hollowed BE”

Oh Hollowed BE, deep is the hole of THY Key, who can reach the pits of THY keep and unlock THEE, how about a round of applause for the CREATOR of Creating, conceptualizing your inherited thought processes and mines, theirs and ours, from the meeting point of the seed and the egg, take the yolk off around your brain and think, ions ago, out of a single train of thought, then, BOOM, Sound, you heard that BANG!!? it was Big, like a hit song everyone can sing, everywhere you travel, you hear the same tune in the car passing, the melodies in the wind, the words in a conversation, the cadence in someone’s stepping, the tone in a hum or a whistle, the beat in a tap, slow clap for the DEBATER of Debaters, can’t you see, that every opinion of every being is a grain of sand around HIS massing sea, your simple ideals are easily waved and moved from shore to shore, HIS words crash over all that is written by a mere mortal’s hand, washes it off for the next generation to scribe and proclaim that it is they that can stand the test of HIS Time, who can contain YOUR grander in a single thought during a single lifetime and not go insane, Hallowed be thy Name, oh Hollowed BE. Selah

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Love is Blind

Love is Blind

Ignorance is kind, the most blissful thing about Love is that it’s blind, shading the overwhelming light of the Truth behind, fine, pull back the curtains of reality and you will find, that it’s almost always easier to digest a little white lie, sigh, here’s a sign, what did you think of first when you read that last line, baby you don’t look fat in that dress from the neck down, knowing well that she went from a Coca Cola bottle to a bottle of wine, King you’re not that great in the sheets, some of that huffing and puffing is for your super ego, but you don’t hear me though, due to Love, the Queen can’t just let you know that she’s putting on a show, so, you’ll be kind and rewind the movie, watch it all over, take notes then have a better sequel, can’t you see, oh yeah, the most blissful thing about Love is that it’s Blind. Selah

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Queen of Hearts

“Queen of Hearts”

Queen of Hearts, the most precious Jewel on my Crown, she was down for the King like 4 flats on a 52 Cadillac, I’d pitch it, she’d smile and bat her lashes, back full of scratches, I’m sliding for home base, slap box then beat it up like Cassius, I am her thriller in Manila, pause, pockets knocked by the opposer, Sabali, 9 counts on the mat, legendary hustle, shake it off, rise and shine, penetrate the defense, grind, give, give, give everything but up, peep the format, check my stats, look in the mirror and face those facts, during the chase of a few racks, I’ve neglected to stamp my time card, now tears are being shed while she’s huddled with the wolf pack, came out, took 2 steps back with 2 quarters, talking about I’ve dropped the ball so she’s passing up on Black, my Kings, it’s straight division of dividends when she starts dealing with them jokers, are you getting where I’m aiming at, catch that, then run it back to the Palace, the most precious Jewel on my Crown, I can’t deal without you on deck, I would’ve never played you, Sabali yonkonte, Queen of Hearts. Selah

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I See You…

“I see You…”

I see you, but do you see me, I’m in the back fist up in the air screaming free black, then black got out of jail and shot me in the back for a stack, I guess black had bills to pay back, so he paid it with my life and put me on my flight, what a shame, I didn’t even get a chance to pack my bags and say goodbye to my peoples, Yikes! Se la vie, guns cocking over principle, now my righteous Kings are on a duck hunt, ongoing plight, what a vicious cycle, here goes the traditional black on black fight, economic deprivation doesn’t matter alright, it’s a race war go fly a kite, keep the rich far from the poor, out of mind out of sight, eventually they’ll eat each other out of spite, if you’re in the hood reading this on site, this should fizzle your spirit like a fresh can of Sprite, unless you’re on that Coca Cola white, if these words doesn’t cut you deep enough to bleed change, how are you going to feel the point of this knife that I’m trying to poke you with, I see you, but do you see me, I’m in the back fist up in the air screaming free black. Selah

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Pipture Perfect

“Pipture Perfect”

Visualize your Pipture Perfect canvas stretched all over my frame, isn’t the thought alone insane, being pounded by GOD with a heavenly mallet in hand, shape shifting us in synch, stapling the Queen tightly unto the King, forever is always the intent, ain’t Love intense, it doesn’t recognize the word can’t, my Earth; I can see the Galaxies in your lens, you’re Heaven sent, fresh like a peppermint, your presence is a present, how excellent is your excellence, thy scent is exuberant, a whiff of your sweet fragrance activates parts of my brain that’s been dormant all of my existence, dopamine’s in my blood stream rushing, from the curved spots that I’m touching, caressing, senses heighten, lips locking, your taste; magnificent, the epitome of extraordinary, this sensation’s got my mind bent, don’t take this for some hyperbole, if only you could see what I’m facing, arise and shine the cock’s crowing, slow down Sun be patient, don’t end this night abruptly I’m trying to savor this moment, but her melody & beauty is so distracting think, well it’s breakfast time take a break and eat something, just after a few bites she snatched my plate away without asking, grabbed the shaft of my paint brush and started back stroking, hands stretched, I looked at her; she winks, with a Pipture Perfect smile on her face, I grin, omg I can’t, too much tension, I’m free falling, a cat burglar, she stole my heart that instant, alarms blaring, assailant STOP, freeze perp, hands up don’t move, she didn’t listen, went for hers and I went for mines, we’re gun blasting, double homicide, caught up in the rapture. Selah

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No Pain, No Gain

“No Pain, No Gain”

 

 

No pain, no gain, I inhale oppositions then exhale propositions to excel any opposing situation, failure’s not an option, my Success, what’s your expectations, my Faith, what’s your medication, my GOD, who’s your motivation, my Positivity, what’s your meditation, my Love, what’s your sensation, no Fear, what’s your False Evidence Appearing Real patron, is it dying, to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord that very instant, did I forget to mention, that my Father’s Kingdom have many many mansions, I’m a King, therefore my data connectivity with the CREATOR of Creations got me creating things that I vividly envision, files sharing from HIS mainframe, stimulating my membrane, pulling and arranging HIS Words out of thin air like We’re texting, HIS Hope keeps me coasting above insinuations like the wind underneath an eagle’s wings; what a connection, how’s your relation, ship your focus to higher plains, pay attention, pray to release that tension, your consciousness is cramping, get off of Charlie’s horse then stretch your thoughts and imagination, give me 20 mental pushups, lace up your intellect and run laps around the rings of Saturn, exercise your brain, condition your emotions, no pain no gain my friend, you’ve been sitting around in lamentations for far too long, get your foot outside of that urn, it’s your turn, c’mon, spiritual lunges till that weakness burns to ashes. Let’s go! Selah

 

 

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