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...