Art of the State (30/30)

surreal landscapes are being painted on electric sky lines,

fallen angels occupy barren minds; third eyes blind

to weather patterns chem trailed as men send spells

through airwaves. fiat currency worship is the devil,

the lust of money keeps souls enslaved; mystery 

unraveled, buried in gravel like pharaoh bones

in ancient egypt (evil well spoken of, lack of love

increases tones of lawlessness but no one sees 

shit) free clits at the chapel taken by priests

who turn beast inside juvenile rectums; political 

corruption is rainbow covenants blending every

color of the spectrum into disorder: Hegelian

tactics are Ukrainian axis borders pushed 

over the cliff-Bob Marley spoke of Babylon 

System but the masses are clouded by the spliff 

lit-in a city mile high dwells devils who smile with pride

lurking deep beneath the surface, where murals 

hung in hangers reveal the shadow government's 

purpose (worthless as a cold furnace); its Nazi service 

men controlling circuits that spin the entire world 

in a wide web of transhumanism. its survival of the fittest, 

behold the ancient witness, few are about the business 

of heaven's kingdom; preoccupied with lies the serpent 

is disguised, but the eyes tell of the abyss from which 

it emerged. reserved for the lake of fire, actions demonstrate

believers have never heard of the Messiah, while 

liars, murderers and thieves are pleased with 

the darkness that fills the mindset of the earth.

there is a curse that spreads like Ebola virus &

inside the White House dwells the throne of the

dragon who will breath fire like an Ayatollah

tyrant flapping its wings to fan the flames; they've

banned the aims of righteousness from society, replaced

justice with ignorance and the Torah with impiety

(these are Apocalyptic scenes on silver screens

depicting dreams that were never meant to be

clean) all so the one eyed demon on the wall

can spread double speak that no rights is security,

so that pirates are free to take the booty and 

rape the state until hate falls fresh on grassy meadows

and the modified seeds transform this entire planet

into a giant ghetto controlled by the wicked Gapetto

who plays heavy metal on the strings of pharmaceutical

fiends. there are things that should not have been shown

to the clones who have grown to control the planet; regardless

of whether or not that were the first planted; damn it, they

have ruined the Garden of Eden by committing treason

to reason like the heathen demons that they are, laced

with the audacity to remove the stars from the sky

placed there to give light to the formless void that desires

for the wind to extend its blend of life to flesh; but now that

death has seized breath and left dry the spine, it is no wonder 

why the state takes liberty to trace surreal landscapes on 

electric sky lines.

Nobody Wants To Be A Martyr (14/30)

Enough of the talk of freedom &
Truth unless you are willing to
Have your life poured out into
The streets and your body beat
Into an unrecognizable pulp;
Enough of the pandering speech
About your beliefs and a better
World unless you are willing to be
Tortured or your body perforated
With the opposition of force to
Silence your voice and end your
Vision of securing a brighter
Tomorrow in the dark face of
Those who both fear and hate
The light; indeed it is true that
Few are they that have found
The will to reveal the reason
That they live life with zeal &
Even fewer are they who are
Willing to give their last breath
For something beyond the flesh
That can bring them to the very
Step of the prospect of death.

Trans-form (13/30)

It is impossible to contain ideas-
much less words
which attempt to convey
notions floating
in brain space-
nevertheless
in an effort to express
that which resonates within
the thought process,
a poet combines letters
to form speech patterns
that articulates the ineffable
impression etched in their soul
from some experience
or perception that stirs
them to the point of shedding
ink to stain white pages
with black and blue characters
which forms the outline
around a body that has
been worked into a position
that demonstrates how a serial
spiller of language strikes.
there are some who have strove
to standardize the craft, able
to calculate meter and rhyme
with lyrical math which elevates
the draft from rough to a form
cast in elements that surpass
ordinary levels of intelligence;
a feat that serves as a
testament to the eloquence
of one whose stance is
beyond the norm, as they
have found the mystery
of verbal alchemy which
has taught them how to
trans-form.

The Hidden Hand (12/30)

Secretly
They whisper
"Hail Hitler"
Until the world's filter
Is ready for their pope,
And now it's time to
Say good-bye to our
Disney like illusions
Of hope, because
They have again
Stormed the stage
With blitzkriegs
To shift the speed
Of the New World Order
Into overdrive. FBI
files now reveal that
Adolf never committed suicide
In his bunker, but in
The Andes mountains
He was taken to
Keep the final solution
Alive. And it should be
No small wonder why more
Chaos thrives in this
Hour, for what better time
To reveal the hidden hand,
Beware the rise of Nazi
Power, the new Babel Tower,
Is on the horizon & to some
It will be surprising that
Jorge Bergoglio is indeed
Part of the missing plan
To usher in the age of Lucifer
To this fallen race of man.

Cosmic Consciousness (11/30)

7 chakras
circulating like
helicopters in
clockwise motion
chi flowing like
the ocean with
an aura glowing
after fervent
meditation that
keeps the
conscious open
floating on currents
levitating above
the mundane
centered in
transcendence
to overcome
the profane
soul on fire
as if ignited
by propane
projecting energy
into the cosmos
when traveling
on the astral plane.

Harvest (10/30)

Some are wheat,
Planted deep in
The garden of life-
Nourished by living
Waters-bearing fruit
Upwards to 100 fold;

Others are tares,
Sown amongst the
Wheat (often unaware
To the husbandman),
Whose seeds are
Threatened by their
Very presence.

Both are harvest crops;
One reaped to be
Burned, the other
Gathered to be stored,
Both uprooted from
The soil which they
Grew to become
What their true
Purpose would
Have them become

 (One to the furnace
Of fire forevermore,
The other to nourish
The souls of King's
Blessed daughters &
Sons). ‪

The More I Write (9/30)

 

the more I write
the more I live
the more i live
the more i grow
the more i grow
the more i learn
the more i learn
the more i know
the more i know
the more i love
the more i love
the more i give
the more i give
the more I share
the more I share
the more I receive
the more I receive
the more I'm loved
the more I'm loved
the more I care
the more I care
the more I open
the more I open
the more I expand
the more I expand
the more I live
the more I live
the more I write

Souljourn (8/30)

Contrary to popular culture
my walk has been forged
by fire; weathered storms
have formed the front
that presently appears
within my sphere; lessons
learned from failures
over the years has provided
my simple nature with
experiential wisdom &
for that I am thankful.
Truthfully speaking i
could have taken various
courses in life but the path
which i now souljourn is one
that I was summoned
to embark upon; for
i have gone from dark
to dawn which sparked &
spawned a new creature
that was buried deep
beneath my flesh when
I unknowingly tight roped
on the precipice of death.

Reflections of a Soul in Communion with the Most High (7/30)

 

There is no sound
More profound than
Silence; as the pure
Absence of noise
Is louder than
Any sonic boom
Could ever register
In the drums of ears;
And it is only there
Where clarity can
Be found and vision
Can be seen beyond
The dying scenes
Of this decaying world,
Beneath the surface
Of mundane perceptions
That can only grasp
What appears to the eye.
But my experience is
Not confined to time
Or space, it is not
Limited to this complex
Confluence of flesh
That encapsulates
The entire human race,
It is not accessed through
Physical attempts to
Control what appears
Before my face because
It is entered only when
One is able to transcend
The sense of touch
Smell, sight, hear or taste;
It is embraced only in
The Spirit which
The Creator has given
Proof of its existence
To those who with
Persistence are able
To Passover the Weeks
Of Trumpets to receive
Atonement in the eternal
Booth of Sabbath rest
Where one will unveil
The truth of the light of life
Which forever reigns over
The jaws of death.

 

 



Sunni (6/30)

at the intersection of life
a light was seen in the midst
of solitude that was sent to
balance the darkness that
had settled on my horizon.
unseeming though it was,
this light was cast in
beautiful blackness which
I beheld at a distance,
but the instant our world's
met, I knew in that instance
something more was in
existence, yet the sentence
was not yet formed in full.
it's amazing how light has
such a subtle pull to those
outside of its presence,
and the essence of this ray
of blessing had such
brilliant beams hidden
from the view of the world
that when I saw how the
radiance of this star
could cause all shadows
to disappear, I knew that
I needed her in my world
to help me keep every day
Sunni.

 



The Offering (5/30)

the thirst of Gehenna's

flames are unquenchable,

and so are the desires

of they who worship

Molech, the god of 

Ammon, whose temples

today continue to offer 

human sacrifices for 

Mammon. the cult 

prevents famine

by forcing their seed

into the fire, for they

are required to exchange

blood for lust, and trust

the altar's victim appeases

the object of their devotion.

we live in a time when

emotion rules over

reason and feelings

determine the season

of mating like beasts

of the field whose

instincts are only basic.

faced with daily choices 

of life and death, Molech

inspires the flesh possessed

by passion to end breath

before it starts, as

lifeless machines

consume hearts that beat,

feet that kick and a fluid

that's thick to protect

the embryo while awaiting

for its time to rise and shine,

but Molech requires his

patrons to dissolve the 

spines of children

even prior to them being

fully formed and so 

another  paradise has 

been lost because a free 

man's worship has been ill

informed of the gathering

storm that rages out

of control; as those who

worship Molech offer

their unborn for their

transgression & the fruit

of their body for the sin

of their soul.

Life Sucks (4/30)

I never imagined that

my purpose would be

so draining, staining

futures with such 

callused cruelty,

on automation,

I have come to 

epitomize the idea

of deprivation of rights-

the cessation of life

begins with me &

I am a precise

instrument of death, 

made to suck the breath

from the most fragile

of flesh; it's rather

absurd how congress

has found ways to

legalize the process

that I have come to 

master, but over

time I have grown

numb to my calling

as one who brings

disaster to communities

and have learned to

take advantage of

the opportunity to

give strangers 

safe alternatives

to using hangers

or other methods

to self destruct;

but in all honesty,

I have to say that

despite being so

cold and not having

any feelings, that

I've accepted the

bitter reality that my

role in life, sucks.

In A Vacuum (3/30)

Before I was formed

in the womb I was

known, and my only

hope was to become

a full grown fruit

which was sown as

a seed to proceed to

take root in earth

after birth, but the

blessing of life

soon turned in to 

a curse of doom, as I 

was forced to 

experience my first

and last moments

of consciousness

in a vacuum.

Sanger's Solution (2/30)

disguise the holocaust

as healthcare and have

welfare recipients follow

lost to their own extinction;

access the finest minds

from church & state

and watch the rate of

unborn murder escalate

like the result of self

hate in Chiraq's blood

filled streets; trade

in white sheets &

hoods for white robes 

and hood clinics 

then let the victims lynch

their own pathetic

future into oblivion;

legalize the act of

genocide & miseducate

the ignorant savages

into believing choice

has no consequence;

spawn defense of

feminist rights to

keep the plight of

the Black family

blind to the light of

fruitful liberty &

justice; finally 

advocate & 

lobby for the 

extermination of

the Black race to

ensure that the face

of the earth will

look like just us.

Perspective & Privilege (1/30)

nigger babies come a dime a dozen, 

my play cousin learnt the hard way 

when her unborn son

became the prey to social

convenience and got slurped

up in some statistic that reeks

of genocide; now she hears

baby cries all night in her sleep

because she struggles every

day to make ends meet. while

in the suburbs Becky wrestled

over the choice of whether or

not she wants to keep what

her husband planted deep

inside her womb, so when

she turned it into the tomb

of her baby's soul, it was

so she could continue to meet 

her corporate goals and travel 

the globe to sell dreams to her clients of being in control of their

personal finances, as more stats

stack like years of convicts

doing time for their bids,

but oh how the taste of reality

is different when considering

the perspective & privilege

of mother's committing 

aborticide to their unborn kids.