Black Hole
As I gaze into the range
Of this bottomless pit
Surrounded by stars illuminating my night
Out of reach
Like the Solar system I seek
Derived from matter
For which matters of the supernatural
Form a union and find peace
Within my ivisible inertia
Inherited through my Creator
Co-exisiting amog wicked Spiritis who creep and
Those purgatorial that weep
The pending resurrections asleep
Six feet deep
My curiosity for the unknown is beyond me
'Til i see thee
Crossroads of Life
Emotional writer
Emotionally tired
Uninspired
Blood brewing with frustration
Its stream flows with interruption by stress
Striving to be the best Black man I can be
Whether in academics or expression
Through this floetry
Memories of rejection
Vivid in the present
Presenting themselves as trials and tribulations
In the future my problems and me
Gonna have a relation
Overcome and overwhelmed
Simultaneously in existence
Source of my resistance to be decisive
At the intersection wanting to make a right
Staring down the seam
A darkness similar to night
I heard a whisper of the theme
"You're at the Crossroads of Life"
The Facade
I was born in the matrix
Looking more at your Soul
Can't trust these human faces
First signs of a chip and I'm
Off like the races
These machines not worthy of being
De-programmed
For them I urge to live long live strong
Like that band
Wrapped around Babylon's warriors
They are bound to burst
For in these scenes I can no longer play a part
I shall no longer rehearse
A script written by general of evil
Their platoon of spies seat on the sides of pyramids
Cascading the proletariat crills with
Facades of good will
Flooding my hood with commissary kites and stamps
Disenfranchised
Yet find creative outlets to remain alive
Kundalini Greenery
The full moon makes the mind go awry
I lay below forming Green Angels from pastures
Wrapped in a fire burning leaf
Nature taking its course
I float with smoke
Playing on my senses
Another gateway opens
The Heart another inch
Gravity in conflict with a leaky valve
Orange still in a rage
Prickly heat from dome to feet
Serpent rising up my spine
Body shaken
Bones not breaking
She said from the ground up
I follow her instructions for Soul separation
Exercises for events soon come
Stimulated by that which is Green of the Earth
Rings inside the tree grow
Experiences like these equals girth
Anchored in my center for all that its worth
Lithium Mind
Today the batteries came not included
With my lithium mind
The door is closed
I'm in repose
Don't step on my toes
Friends or foes
At times we are defensive
Not in my hibernation
I'll refrain
Rather be at peace
Disconnect from 3D
And see me in Valley Cottage
Pond reflections
He's from another section where they
Sip Yack while kayaks float on rivers
Made an election to scan backwards
I want to rise
Seize it all
Different from simply alive
Aptly defined as
Multi-Dimensional
As I gaze into the range
Of this bottomless pit
Surrounded by stars illuminating my night
Out of reach
Like the Solar system I seek
Derived from matter
For which matters of the supernatural
Form a union and find peace
Within my ivisible inertia
Inherited through my Creator
Co-exisiting amog wicked Spiritis who creep and
Those purgatorial that weep
The pending resurrections asleep
Six feet deep
My curiosity for the unknown is beyond me
'Til i see thee
Crossroads of Life
Emotional writer
Emotionally tired
Uninspired
Blood brewing with frustration
Its stream flows with interruption by stress
Striving to be the best Black man I can be
Whether in academics or expression
Through this floetry
Memories of rejection
Vivid in the present
Presenting themselves as trials and tribulations
In the future my problems and me
Gonna have a relation
Overcome and overwhelmed
Simultaneously in existence
Source of my resistance to be decisive
At the intersection wanting to make a right
Staring down the seam
A darkness similar to night
I heard a whisper of the theme
"You're at the Crossroads of Life"
The Facade
I was born in the matrix
Looking more at your Soul
Can't trust these human faces
First signs of a chip and I'm
Off like the races
These machines not worthy of being
De-programmed
For them I urge to live long live strong
Like that band
Wrapped around Babylon's warriors
They are bound to burst
For in these scenes I can no longer play a part
I shall no longer rehearse
A script written by general of evil
Their platoon of spies seat on the sides of pyramids
Cascading the proletariat crills with
Facades of good will
Flooding my hood with commissary kites and stamps
Disenfranchised
Yet find creative outlets to remain alive
Kundalini Greenery
The full moon makes the mind go awry
I lay below forming Green Angels from pastures
Wrapped in a fire burning leaf
Nature taking its course
I float with smoke
Playing on my senses
Another gateway opens
The Heart another inch
Gravity in conflict with a leaky valve
Orange still in a rage
Prickly heat from dome to feet
Serpent rising up my spine
Body shaken
Bones not breaking
She said from the ground up
I follow her instructions for Soul separation
Exercises for events soon come
Stimulated by that which is Green of the Earth
Rings inside the tree grow
Experiences like these equals girth
Anchored in my center for all that its worth
Lithium Mind
Today the batteries came not included
With my lithium mind
The door is closed
I'm in repose
Don't step on my toes
Friends or foes
At times we are defensive
Not in my hibernation
I'll refrain
Rather be at peace
Disconnect from 3D
And see me in Valley Cottage
Pond reflections
He's from another section where they
Sip Yack while kayaks float on rivers
Made an election to scan backwards
I want to rise
Seize it all
Different from simply alive
Aptly defined as
Multi-Dimensional
Bonus Poetry from Soul Survivor Vol.2: The Rising Son
The 33rd
The battle was fought
On the 33rd
Dogon so we lick wounds to come home soon
After the monsoon
Tree branches on asphalt
Melted snow flows down the river
Season change when faces turn North
No longer shivers
Capstone to headstone I'm headstrong
From adjacent views
Of our common rights of passage
Apartments and tenements
Where we used to hop over flights of stairs
Onlly to climb up Jacob's ladder
Muscles fatter by design
Spiral staircase to the Divine
The day started cloudy
We're now closer to Sunshine
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