My Apology

“My Apology”

 

I apologize, forgive me, please accept my apology, it took time, I was blind but clearly now I can see, that it truly takes more strength to humble down and simply say I’m sorry, pride amongst lovers & friends company is weaknesses within their individual personalities, unchecked it can infest the mind till it’s dark and cloudy, polluting the atmosphere with negative fantasies, bearing the soul down to neutrality, loneliness is symptomatic to the penalty, a broken family, isolation, no visitation, child support and alimony, just a few side effects of arrogance ultimately, Kings if it costs you your Kingdom then it was not bravery, it takes courage to get down on your knee and admit guilt to the guilty, my ladies, if the wages of a man not apologizing leaves a child not seeing their papi then Queen how are you yourself guilt free, you share the symptoms pridefully, stop going to court and committing perjury, adding insult to personal injury, the notion that a woman doesn’t use the judge to flex her pride is blatant fallacy, eyes teary, you convinced Lady Justice to take off her blindfold and fling her scale with force at the ex hubby, with no remorse of course, legally scaling your kid’s father to just a baby’s daddy, oh democracy hath no fury over a woman scorn, the system lacks empathy, but that’s another story, we both know that I was wrong, so to you I’m dedicating this here poem, calmed and lowly, that moment of utter silence before you answer me is my symphony, I’m not here looking for any sympathy, no baby this is my testimony, please for a minute let me right these wrongs just take a seat, can I sing you this song…. amazing grace, how sweet the sound of my apology, please forgive a wretch like me. Selah

 

 

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A, B, C, D, E, F Them…

“A, B, C, D, E, F Them…”

A, B, C, D, E, F them, yes, her and him, I know you call them your friends, you also call them family, let’s not pretend, indeed your momma and them too, they’re envious of your Vision, because every time that they look out of their eyes they don’t envision like you do, they only see, therefore they’re chests are full of blues like the sea, belly full of yellow, because they lack the fight that you have for your dreams Yep…! that mixture makes them green, I know how you feel, I’m painting a wicked picture and you’re making appeals, Band-Aids you don’t want to pull, scabs you aren’t ready to peel, I wish you knew, if their thoughts alone could rupture your spleen, and looks could kill, they would’ve been bruised your Crown with their heel, thy deadly fate would be sealed, thy wounds would never heal, your ideas would be baron and fruits could never yield, around you their hearts are made of steel, their thoughts are hardened clay in a kiln, it’s truly your joy and peace that they wish to steal, but on the contrary I beseech thee to look up towards the hill, where thy help comes from my Kings and Queens, dig deep and pull out HE, measure the distance between the West and the East, that’s how much HE loves and cares for thee, you’re around that big entourage yet and still, you’re feeling vulnerable and lonely, let Abba Father put people around thee that will nurture your plans, A, B, C, D, E, F them, put your Faith above in the KING of Kings. Selah

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I Care…

“I Care”

 

Who cares that I care, what’s there to compare to this love that I bear, when will time play fair, and allow this licked wound to heal that I got from the snare of despair, haven’t I paid my fare, haven’t enough interest been paid from my hard earned shares, as I sit on this chair, baring this cold stare, all I can hear is echoes of your laughter and the smell of your skin in the air, O Lord what a pair, on course we were inseparable like coarse locked hair, how dreadful, that You allowed the opposer to touch us there, your legions couldn’t stop the engine of our train, so you got us off track and derailed, leaving something so detailed and fruitful as Love naked and barron, did I mentioned that I wouldn’t have gone anywhere, and that I’m still here, thinking of the past is like staring in a mirror from afar that you wish could come near, plus your reflection is smeared, look dear, how can I make all of this clear, do you care that I care. Selah
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To Block a Mockingbird

“To Block a Mockingbird”

 

 

In the midst of conversion with so and so about disbursements of wages and getting paid, off topic the bird relayed confidential this and that about them and they, I paused in disbelief to evaluate why it’s being said, but the lack of interest rate that I could possibly yield from my attention stocks being exchanged with this broker at such low rates, the atrocity of me conversating about them and they with out pay, I was utterly dismayed, I then immediately ceased the communication and walked away, even with persistent pursuance from the gossiping assailant, I could not be assuaged, I retorted, bird fly away, I’m a King, talking cheap is for peasants, I licked off warning shots at its direction, after my distance was finally regarded by dispersing inflicting sharp embarrassments, I proceeded to curb my enthusiasm off of the unfortunate occurrence, who else have this bird sung to without reverence, whom sat there and listened, and how many of them weighed in, what was divulged about me and my Kingdom is the presiding question, every lesson learned has its tuition, if a bird mocks them and they to you without repentance, the bird is also mocking you to them and they loudly in rapid succession, don’t cry over spilled milked almonds, just block the bird out of your mentions and keep it moving. Selah

 

 

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Cran-Appleton

“Cran-Appleton”

To you I’m delirious, however, time will tell that I’m just that clever, it’s not mysterious, I was created to create by the Almighty CREATOR, I’m something like Prometheus, my creative brain is hanging out the box with no filter, a smooth operator like Sade with God’s favor, how I do what I do is not a myth or a spoof look come hither, you reading this here is my proof I rest my case your honor, vamoose you hater, you only think I’m strange cause my moves are hard to decode and decipher, I’m both the message and the messenger, the ball and the pitcher, if you just caught that I’m delivered, strike 3 on the opposer, when the Spirit moves my mind combust like ether, my crown lights up then precious jewels gets dropped in the hands of the receiver, as I’m tethering with my Maker, the plain is made simpler, you might think I’m bugging when I tell you that I’ve bugged the bugger, then listened in on those that’s listening, overheard an intricate plan, how they wish to infiltrate my camp and divide my Kings with dividends, then make foes of my family & friends, multiply the division by those we’re birthing in through coming generations, so that the curse can still remain, how insane, as if we’d barter ideas and creations for your weak dollars and some change, come again, we’re in synch with 5 Justins, we all write, dance and sing in different sequences, through high and low frequencies but we all remain the same, you see things I have vivid visions, Loyalty is my religion, Royalty is my decisions, a lifestyle that I’m living, you can keep your platinum rings and gold chains, you see diamonds, I see Red Dirt and Africans, you see a bottle of Cran-Appleton, I see a field of cranberry and sugar cane encompassed by sand. Selah

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A Hustler’s Mind

“A Hustler’s Mind”

A Hustler’s Mind is a Great Mind, socially portrayed and associated with crimes, but on this day in time, I’m here to stand up and prove that like the devil it’s a great lie, I hustle hard from sun up to sun down, all day everyday, no matter what’s the weather, circumstances nor situation, I’m hoping for better days, I know you promised God you’d put down the A.K, refrain from selling your body for that cake, stop moving that weight, but times are hard, well, keep your head up like Pac said, try harder next time, a true hustler may get laid, but he or she will never get laid off, thus everything will remain copacetic nooogah, doctors don’t even have to debate whether to do an M-R, I don’t think you’re going to make it, in Conflict, the mind is always a terrible thing to waste, toe for toe, blow for blow, eye for an eye, I got a hustler’s mind, with a heart of a Soulja like Chico, naturally, but in Christ I’m a new creature, then again crime don’t pay, everything that happens in the dark, always comes to the light, what goes around comes around, Pip 3:16, God so loved Palm Beach, he sent I, with the two P’s one on each side, to decide, to make some good decisions in my life, to show you how to put down the guns, and stop causing all the sorrow, I pause, man that will be the day, if you’re reading this, yesterday is gone, I’m just here to motivate you to do better today and tomorrow, A Hustler’s Mind is a Great Mind. Selah

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Pitiful

“Pitiful”

 

 

It was a regular day in the heavenly neighborhood, and satan was going to and fro, then God asked him, yo what’s the deal, you’re good, all pun intended, if you could you would, all the hosts of heaven bust out laughing at the jokey joke, even Jesus laughed till he wept, all on the floor He blurted Abba you’re a fool, why you messing with that dude, but satan took it as a low-blow and thought God was being fuel, so he got hot and challenged Yahweh to a duel, Pip he says, used to be hard headed and stubborn like mule, now he’s practically one with You Allahu, if You take away his tools and get him out his groove, what do You want to bet that he’ll curse and renounce his love for You too, God being God saw through the devil and told him no sequels, we already did that with Job and he stayed true, either way you would lose, besides, Pip is just as spiritual, he just wrote Me a public letter out the blue, about a week ago or two, to say hey Abba, I’m just saying thank you, he’s writing about me now, I don’t even care that the piece is no good, that dude is still too special to me to be intentionally cruel to, even tho he got dirt underneath his cuticle, unlike his predecessors he’s not acting delusional, he knows communicating with Me about it every minute of the day is so critical, well thank you God that was beautiful, and, Jah I can’t hide nothing from You anywho, to be truly free I have to open my mouth and confess the truth, now run along you devil and find something new to do with your old tricks, your desperation is pitiful. Selah

 

 

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Unexpected Convo With God

“Unexpected Convo With God”

 

 

You haunt me, what is it about you, it’s mind boggling after all this time that I can still vividly dream about thee like it was yesterday, just to wake up flustered realizing that it was just another spoof, it’s old news, truth be told we’ve both been equally aloof, where am I pulling this information from Holmes, it’s not yet evident I’m searching for more proof, in the mean time can I stop it from looping in my hard drive, even if you was still interested I wouldn’t, that’s why I’ve uninstalled your software programs, strengthen my filters deleted all of my spams, formatted my RAM, changed my operating system, upgraded all my equipment, I don’t even look the same, I even changed my shell casing, but I can’t change my motherboard though this is insane, can it be clustered memories etched into my mainframe, ghost love, you’re refusing all my deletions are you tied into my soul or something, why do you continuously maintain, in desperation I cast my crown and fell unto my knees, and made a plea, God, you’re The Architect that built this brain, let’s have that talk my King of Kings, tell me the raw truth if I can bare it, please I’m all ears, I’ll listen, seems like my spirit is just complying with my fantasies, this thing, this phenomenon I can’t even explain, could it have truly been that special… “Son, some things are just what they are, yes, she’s exceptional, but so are you, those thoughts that you’re trying to process and decipher can’t be done in the physical, tell Sherlock to stop looking for that clue, you’ll connection is spiritual, yes, you’ll have history, experience is the best teacher, I have to use tools as I see fit to keep reminding you to do better, but you also have a future, focus on getting from hither to thither, use My present gift looking forward to your next adventure, you have an eternity to look at your full motion picture, in the mean time…” God, God, Abba? in the mean time what exactly, Yahweh? Yep, HE hung up on me, I was just in the midst of  Marveling, bamm, surprised, shocked and awe that HE had even spoken back to me so instantaneously, then with tears and conviction I realize that “in the mean time” was the sublime meaning to live life, all that we have for sure is in the mean time, yesterday’s gone, tomorrow isn’t promised, the mean time that you’re in right now is it, nothing else is guaranteed. Selah

 

 

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