Futile Living

Good job

big home

white fence

hot rod

more cash

brand names

nice clothes

fly wife

hot sex

late nights

ball hard

no brakes

all gas

burn out

life gone

now what

does it profit a man

to gain the world &

lose his soul

bcuz truth be told

all that glitters 

ain't gold &

when the road 

runs out the end

can be awful cold

like UMaine 

linebackers

in Killa City

with no pity

for life

living trife  

spilling light 

with multiple shots

to the temple slug

then to the dome

that's bcuz in Babylon

nobody's home 

as everyone Rome's

for more bread at 

the circus with no

purpose but to worship

vanity 6 days a week &

they find what they seek 

then grind until they reach 

the line that keeps 

the mind breached 

like babies born feet first

in other words 

ass backwards 

like a curse which reversed

the blessing intended

which is why the world

is stressing and so demented 

yet unable to learn 

from its lessons &

remains unrepentant 

of its ways

lost in the haze of futile living 

desensitized to death

but brutal in giving flesh

gratification from pupil 

chilling sights to obama's

nation of same sexual relations

see these are hardcore statements

of fact which most lack in discussion

bcuz most conversations are based

in stimulation from sexual penetration

which is disgusting when considering

how the soul is encrusting in disease

from lusting merely to please an urge

rushing to its demise when what it 

needs to rise is the Word of Life
to observe what's right as what's left
is of the most crucial ridding
for this is the only solution
to the problems we face
from all of our
futile living

Haiku: Hip Hop Zombies

Too many zombies

In the game and not enough

Consciousness; hip hop

Is not the same, it's

Like it's all incontinent

With no self control.

Wake up young world, we

Need you to raise the bar, know

You'll never shine from

Rocking bling, because

You were meant to be a star.

Not like Hollywood

Or those who play sports,

As you were called to lead the

World back to its course

Of life. The source is

Light but we're in the dark from

All these bubble gum

Wrappers who cover

Junk and garbage that's being

Consumed by minds blind

To the trappers that's

Behind the scenes with eyes all green

Selling dreams to teens

Unaware of schemes

The industry machine runs

On those without means;

And now like fiends for

Crack, most heads want tracks that lack

Substance but got 'em

High as a kite like

That white powder cooked to rocks

Which shocks the system

And blocks the wisdom

So now we got all kinds of 

Heads locked in prison

Following these fake

Studio gangsters on the

Mic spittin poison

To the boys and girls

In the hood who can't tell the

Difference between truth

And fantasy. That's 

Why I can't stand to see all

These suckas spittin

Genocide lyrics

On labels programming the

Hood for destruction...

Haiku: Making Amends

I now realize

That I tried to kill myself

While living a lie,

Seeking pleasure at

The expense of defiling

Myself and women

Who were complicit

To the self inflicted wounds

We carved in our souls.

Substance abuse and

Fornication were the choice

Instruments of self

Destruction; consumed

By both like a cess pool drain,

I tried to hide the

Pain, but it was plain

To see by any who was 

In tune with spirit

Matters, because mine

Was empty and near complete

Possession. It was

As if transgression

Was the lifestyle of choice for

Me. Too blind to see

The light within, sin

Prevented me from being

Able to transcend

And go beyond the

Veil of skin that cloaks what lies

In the hearts of men

That reconnects souls

To their original state

And makes them a whole

Again. So now the 

Healing process begins and

I shall make amends...

Haiku: Roots In Heaven

Painting by James Robert Kessler

My quest for truth has

Brought me to this present place

Of trusting Torah

Above all other 

Tenets. With it I have gained

Great insight into

Matters which before

I had no clue as to their

Intrinsic nature,

Most namely my own.

Spiritually I have grown

Leaps and bounds from where

I once stood, on sand

Unsupported by any

Sound principles which

Explained my errant

Ways. But now I am no more

Enslaved to my lusts,

All because I trust in

Something greater than myself

That has the power

To elevate me

Beyond mortality and

Corruption of flesh.

So with each breath I

Breathe, my understanding of

How to please my King

And Father grows more

Deep like the roots to the tree

Of life in heaven.

Haiku: Becoming Who I Am

I would if I could
But I can't as I'm not the
Man I used to be;

I will what I must
And do as I'm commanded
As truth sets me free.

I've fallen and lied
All because of pride knowing

It would lead to that;

But I've risen and
Stood on the rock carrying
Wood which brought me back

From the depths that I've
Been when I wallowed in sin
Satisfying lust

All because I could.
But I've learned from my past and
Made up my mind so

At last I can be
Who the Most High called me to
Be. A son of light!

Haiku: Fade To The Righteous

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Illustration © Review and Herald Publ. Assoc.

The wicked shall soon
Fade away into utter
Forgetfulness and

Be no more like grass
That sprouts for a brief season,
Then withers in due

Time. It is written
That what shall be is what once
Was, and it will come

Back to its essence.
For there are lessons meant to
Instruct the simple

And turn them from the
Path that leads to death; still some
Heed not the message

That daily speaks truth
To their conscience which we all
Have placed in our hearts.

How the evil prey
On the innocent is as
A beast hunting weak

And wounded creatures
To fill their belly with the 
Spoils of the kill.

Yet humanity
Is not subject to the laws
Of the jungle, for

We who are made in
The image and likeness of
Our Maker have been

Called to live greater
Than the beasts of the field and
The fowls of the air.

But still our nature
Despairs of its innate state
Of being, being that 

Most refuse to draw
Close to the Host of all flesh
And spirits. Hear this

And know that we all
Have a choice, as what we choose
Comes from a voice found

Within. For men are 
The sum totality of
Experiences,

And life is to be 
Lived in the knowledge of light,
Not in ignorance.

Therefore, that which fades
Was never meant to be, while
Only that which is

Eternal is in 
Truth reality. Righteous
Souls overcome death.

Haiku: The Rising Son-A Sabbath Reflection

Perfect government

Will only come with the saints

Of the Most High. Zion

Awaits her daughters

To return from their exile

From earth's four corners

And raise the banner

Of righteousness the world so

Desperately needs to

Know. Mashiyach

Will come to redeem the seed

Subjected to pure

Corruption and the

Madness of vanity. These

Indeed are the end

Times when signs above

And below show the birth

Of a new heavens

And a new earth. Pains

Like a woman in labor

Grips the world with quakes

And storms that breaks forms

And souls and spirits and lives

Leaving naught but bones,

Dry and shattered from

Perpetual warfare and

Poverty. This is

All the work of ages

Coming to pass bringing forth

The new world order. 

Few herald slaughter

Of the sheep so the Lion

Will tear apart his

Enemies who strike

His flock even as Nimrod

Did to Abraham

And Pharoah unto

Moses upon their birth to

Stop the son's rising.

Haiku: Heaven On Earth

Ahead of the times,

On the cutting edge of life;

Blessed to see what lies

Beyond the veil which

Most eyes know not exists since

Heads are in the sky

Looking for the pie

In the great by and by-while

Heaven is on earth

Awaiting for souls

To enter into its realm

And awaken-birthed

Again in Spirit

Transcending mortality

And all corruption

To inherit the

Promise of eternal life

And eternal land

Which Abraham

Isaac and Jacob were told

Their seed would receive.

For to believe is

To obey the Word of the

Most High; watch and pray

To not go astray

And wander on the broad path

Which leads to the death

Of the breath that gives

Flesh light for life found within

When sin enters in

The body ungodly and

Separates soul from spirit

Leaving only dust.

Thus the need we all

Have for repentance; intense

Is the longing earth

Endures for the rise

Of the sons of Elohim,

Eclipsing the dream

Of Babylon's kings.

Sowing truth like farmer seeds

Or seraphim wings

To reap a righteous

Harvest of souls one hundred

Forty four thousand

To be exact; backed

With a multitude no one

Can count, just marvel...

Haiku: Writing/Righting

Photo by Mickel Garret

I paint word pictures

That speak in three hundred tongues

So all eyes can hear

The sound of truth clear

And see reality with

New ears free of wax.

Cleaning perceptions

With erasures, wiping all

Error images

Away until light

And darkness are positioned

Properly in place.

Still learning to

Trace masterpieces and craft

Original art,

I am becoming

The poet I've projected

Slowly but surely,

Editing my life

Like the pages of books I

Have produced and sold;

Not just performing

On stages but sharing my

Tales told with each poem

Bleeding life, birthing

Spirit, exorsizing flesh,

Overcoming death

With exhalations

Of breath that releases the

Essence of my soul;

Striving to glow as

A child of the Most High in

A wicked world that

Glorifies all the

Ills of society and 

Mocks those who walk straight

And narrow paths. So

I boast in that I know my

Father and King,

He who reigns supreme

Over all things and brought forth

Creation with words.

See I spoke of Him

Before it became a fad

And laid my life bare

For all to see the

Struggles endured to again

become His image

On earth as it is

In Heaven. For my goal is

Resurrection, and

Nothing less than that

Will suffice. For until then

My goal is to write/right.