Unsheathed

i script words meant to challenge ya &
wield a pen like a sword that's named excalibur
as i'm not your average traveler on this path of life
bcuz my knowledge busts melons like gallagher
when my wrath is rife with the math of light
i slash like knights of the round table
as i pound fables into shape
once lost but now found as I'm able to make
sense of the past tense when I hold class in tents
until the masses dispense sound judgment
on this government which has broken the covenant
with the people as puppet officials now protect &
serve evil like a rabid eagle preying ravenous
as these days are hazardous with avarice banksters
printing more debt with bills that state in god we trust
but there's so much backwardness in this world
you can't help but wonder what's next: exit us
that's why i compose a tough text for literary rough necks
who are buff and flex with first amendment rights
bcuz we hear enough sex spit on mics
to build a lust wrecked ship drawn by dykes
yet we don't discuss complex matters like
the dispersed descendents of israelites scattered to the four winds
so i sharpen my vocabulary to gore men bcuz i abhor sin &
ignore skin when whores begin to explore within the realm of poetry
by expressing the writing of harlots socially &
i see them globally scoping me hopelessly totally unaware
of how they're reciting the scarlet letter openly
but into the son i stare for potency so the darkness doesn't notice me &
i receive the golden key to open free the penal bars holding me &
my people from the peaceful state of freedom so I can feed ‘em
what they needing to stay proceeding back to Eden
even as we leavin Babylon I’m unsheathing my mighty pen in this war
bcuz the battle’s on and the rest of the world continues to babble on…

Death Wish

nigga i be on some ol' next shit
walking the streetz hard
with a death wish
to leave this earth breathless
like an all star athlete
after they compete
for the championship
so i'm just looking for reasons
to make the cannon spit &
tear flesh like a canyon split
from techtonic shifts
bcuz of hood rifts
that send shockwaves
to the core of communities
take my work in chicago for instance
which boasts of 982 homicides
of niggas since January of 2010
see i'm soon to be a martyr
bcuz many men wish death upon me
as my life's only worth 50 cent for starters &
i'm still not free from all the hate placed in me
just call it the willie lynch mentality &
whether they send me to the penitentiary
or the grave yard i'll stay hard like my name was viagra &
spill blood that flows more freely
than waters that fall at niagra
bcuz i'm quick to clap ya with the burner
nigga i'm a modern day nat turner
killing niggas over corners and colors
never mind being brothers
i'm at war with the sons of mothers
so don't talk to me about love
bcuz that shit is for suckas
i'd rather put my pistol in your mouth
as you pucker and kiss the barrel &
spread your brains like smuckers &
leave some fresh stains on your apparel
from yours truly &
i'm just carrying out my war's duty with honor
so say hello to my little friend
like my name was tony montana &
ya damned right my clans tight
bcuz my crooney's are from ghana &
ready to bomb ya quicker than
the world trade center by osama
even though the hood knows
it was an inside job &
don't think that i'm sleepin on
our genocide which has been
tied to the mob who i strive to emulate
as my hot lead penetrates ya flesh
like a hard penis infected with HIV
who me i'm boss hoggin like the HNIC
on the block with all the youngsters on my jock
from the way I roll in old skools sittin on donks
plus i gotta all the hoes with donks
willing to ride or die for I and I quick to fonk &
pop the trunk and clean the streets with the sweeper
so just call me black caesar like fred the hammer
bcuz i stay incredible like the hulk
nigga that's why my alias is bruce banner
so don't make me angry bcuz i can't control my emotions
i'm quick to erupt like a volcano and let blood flow
like lava into the ocean
especially when i'm sippin on some hypnotic potion
mixed with red bull bcuz you'll find yourself
belly up like a fish floatin in a red pool...

The Son of Perdition

he thrives in darkness
stalking on heartless marches
to devour those souls
without control
leading them to a hole
bottomless where
the rottenest of beings dwell
which some call hell

his spell is subtle
to the point that often
a rebuttle is not offered
bcuz his coffer possess
more pleasures than treasures
stored in the vatican's vault

is it the African's fault for allowing
this spirit to roam the earth
as this demon raped the original
woman who gave birth to the seed
of this serpent who persists in deceiving
the world like a merchant selling
his product to consumers

or is it because of the european rumors
that spread like tumors as the accuser
of humanity inspired caucus asians
to a level of insanity that carried
out calamities incalculable on their
conquest of both the old and new
world orders

whatever the matter his time grows shorter
like the days when waters cleansed the earth
of the wicked as the tides have once again shifted
to the shallow end of existence & resistance
to repentence has reached heights not seen
since genes were spliced with beasts &
vice became the norm as we were forewarned
by wise men from the east

it is written when they shall speak of peace and safety
then sudden destruction shall come upon them
for from the loins of doom issues the seed of
the devil in the tomb of evil which shall spawn
him who is called the Son of Perdition
mentioned in the epistles of Paul
so that those who eyes are opened
might stand tall in the face of he who lays waste
with desolation revealed in the book of Revelation
as King Apolloyon the angel of the abyss...

Duality

spirit's willing
flesh is weak
blood is spilling
in the streets
children born
seeds aborted
watching porn
souls get distorted
seasons change
yet earth remains
the world is strange
as reasons hang
in the balance
emotionally tipped
from daily challenge
clothed or stripped
wickedness or
unashamed
liquid drips
immersed in flames
as the land burns
fanned by sin
at every turn
man descends
into the pits
cloaked in darkness
as life drips
from bodies heartless
walking dead
without a clue
bcuz talking heads
influence you
to think the thoughts
of mindless drones
until your caught &
turned to bones
though as we reach
the end of time
some are sent to teach
we are divine
but as of now
our sight is blind
we wonder how
to seek to find
when right above
our very head
there is a love
that is our bread
to feed us life
if we partake
which is the price
when we break
our bonds to death &
cling to truth
which renews our breath &
gives us roots
that reach to heaven
like the tree of life
just learn the lessons
to be free of strife...

The Booty: Dedicated to Election Day

even with suffrage
the sufferers suffer
in situations tougher
than brothers killing
each other over
colors to discover
that democrats &
rebublicans are
like the yorkish &
scottish rites
two sides of the same
coin but the secrets
of oz are coming
out of dark to the light
as life in america
is defined by haves &
have nots two paths
which clash like
glass pots over math
that lasts not longer
than flesh when
nuclear blasts
wrath rots flesh &
eyes in their sockets
while the pockets
of those fresh picked
get lined with fiat dollars
for pulling political strings

yet the masses live in squalor &
for the people

by the people
they do not a thing
bcuz the lobby
of corporations is what
decides the policy
leaving the public
to fend for self
as police protect &
serve the polity
of those not sworn
into office
without capacity
to carry out duties
but when workers
are entertained &
hoodwinked the
criminals carry off the booty...

open stream 7

perfection?
is it a state to be attained
or a constant projection
of one's journey in life?
a word germane to philosophical
theory or a practical principle
to promote spiritual maturity
in the light?
hear me.
for clearly the majority
suffer from an inferiority
complex, unaccomplished
in the arts and sciences
of elevation. for the
revelation unveils He
who hails from heaven
as the Master of all
flesh unleavened &
anointed for the true
service. for they who
worship the Father
must do so in Spirit &
Truth & we are to be
set apart at the root

for the Most High
our Mighty One

is also set-apart. with
all of our heart soul &
strength, we are to
offer every inch of
our being to the Almighty
King of creation, united
as a consecrated nation &
kingdom of priests for
the express purpose
of ushering in the
millennial reign of peace
on earth as it is in heaven
as we enter day seven
which is a number that in
essence is symbolic of


perfection...

open stream 6

when it rains it pours &
tonight the heavens are opened
so i'm floatin in the sea of inspiration
given per sip to nations dying of thirst
drowning in cesspools of absurdity
but this morning the drought ended &

i experienced my artistic rebirth

as it's been some time since my rhyme
had reason but now the season
has returned as i've learned the lessons
of patience like awaiting the fragrance of summer
after the showers of spring
once again my lotus petals have opened

as words fall fresh from the sky

onto the page to hydrate spirits
with held of the morning dew
bcuz for too long my psalm has not been written
but at this hour a vision has been given
to bring sight to the blind like
knowledge brought forth
to give birth to thoughts in mind of wisdom &
deeper understanding
or a command from the King saying
let us create man in Our image and likeness &
it was so &
it was good
for there was evening
but then came the morn &
the sun rose to enlighten the souls
who found theirselves in the darkness
of this i bear witness &
find the purpose of my life in essence

somewhere under the rainbow...

open stream 5

i vocalize verbal vortexes &
battle more hexes than Ulysses
on his Odyssey
as I compose flows to burn foes
more inferno than Dante's comedy
lyrically there's no stoppin me
bcuz Davar's an oddity when it comes
to this poetry thang
as i communicate my philosophy
like a shaolin monk versed in wu-tang
who bang lines like mines
when i grind on the pad with a pen
see true fangs you'll find behind
my mind when I'm spiritually clad and begin
to exercise my gifts to uplift and shift
levels of consciousness &
my styles off the richter bcuz i'm a spitter
who can split entire continents
but peep my countenance on the humble
like a bee that bumbles in the jungle
bcuz my taxonomy is divinity but my
competition is straight fungal
one hit they fumble like a running back
without a grip on the rock &
if i drop a record you can check the guinness &
invest in my private stock
private stop the madness in the presence
of the general you're not a criminal
before the climate gets hot like spheres of stratus &
my message goes from subliminal to literal
bcuz ya might getcha ass kicked if i decide to flip the script
which might be better bcuz i could take ya life
if i choose to drip the bic...

open stream 4

the next level awaits
those who take time
to find that which is beyond
that which is the dawn
that which is spawned
of reason and wisdom
like the offspring
of the Most High
born immaculately
of a virgin birth
between the eyes
in the heart of the flesh
fertilized by the breath
of the One Holy
who holds the entire
creation in a thought &
speaks life into being
light is for seeing &
death is for becoming
what was purposed at first
before birth post mortem
yet born again a new creature
unafraid of the darkness
though walking in the valley
of the shadow of chaos and void
where all that is destroyed
was preordained because
in essence it in fact never existed
as a map has been given
to all who visit this dimension
of manifestation so that we
are all able to return to the realm
of emanation where the tree of life
is awaiting those who desire
to partake of its fruit...

open stream 3

ponder this
for there are three districts with obelisks
who sit on top of this square called the world
religiously ruling
economically fooling &
militarily fueling
what is known as the empire of the city
showing no pity to the poor
it is a committee
who like a vampire
sucks blood from its victims
so that its life can endure
through the ages
they've murdered sages
burned pages &
stripped wages from society
remained faceless
bloodstained places &
drained life baseless
of their proclamations of piety
utilizing a variety of methods
to acheive their ultimate aim
which has been the same
ever since Nimrod established his reign
on earth as it is in Hades
they've caused social cataclysms
like stock market crashes &
earthquakes in Haiti
slaughtered innocents
from Goshen to Bethlehem &
damned Iraqis Afghanis
Pakastanis & Kuwaitis
its crazy how they've vaccinated babies
with AIDS viruses in Africa
gone to war over scrolls written
on papyruses committing massacres
like sadistic masochists
with Satanic inspirations
you might laugh at this at first sight
but will understand after futher consideration
that those who walk without the light
are the ones who claim illumination...

open stream 2

trapped in the flesh
inhaling death with each breath
left to the depths of darkness
that we've fallen into with each step
possessed by lust and pride
on quests for power we hide truth
undressed unjust inside rests
dead flowers with dried roots
the youth reflect the past lessons
that we've presently failed to learn
uncouth society sickens
no respect shown so the future burns
as the world turns on an axis
that is rotted through with evil
love waxes cold producing
diabolic foolish people
who have no moral scruples
like the pupils in schools public
no wonder the pews seat so few
on Sabbath but you'll find the club thick
with drugged licked bodies hardly
even concerned with their health
as the greatest trick the devil ever pulled
was to course the earth in stealth
to curse the birth and wealth
promised to the seed
for he who the Son sets free
shall be set free indeed
but we bleed for naught &
get caught in senseless bloodshed
as if love's dead
for in a thug's head
is a flood spread
locked in ignorance
like a crown full of dreads
so what does bread matter
to the stomach that's bottomless
reserved for fire & sulpher
like the wicked burned in sodom's pits...

open stream 1

in reality
my dreams are daymares
of night visions fulfilled
like abstract truths drawn
on canvases of surreal objectivity
where nothing can limit me
on the planes of ethereal dimensions
when i transverse alternative states
focused through meditation i enter gates
unseen while sitting in full lotus
positioned like the planets
orbiting the sun in perihelion
staring through the medium
of the third eye fly like falcons
on superconscious streams of being
spreading wings wide to soar the sky &
stare into the outer realms of space
to taste the great essence of existence
which is sweeter than the sweetest nectar
more than conjecture this brief lecture
has texture more substantial than a specter &
next to pleasure boasts of treasures
more better than life never ending
as the reward for transcending the world
is an ever constant beginning
such is the matter of circulating
the cosmic pearl with chakras spinning
in the proper direction of eternity...