Hold onto your pen,
you the keeper of
the flame and never
let go.
You are the salt
of the earth.
You decipher and
Uncomplicate the
complicated and twisted
combination and complex
things and situations
with ease.
You explain the
unexplainable as it is.
You are a poet,
the master of the game.
With your simplicity,
you made breathing easier.
Subtly with effortless
effort with your pen
you delve deeply into
the profound and
the mysterious to make
known of the essence.
Armed only with
the sword of the spirit
and your pen,
you boldly in a
quiet way sauntered
into the depth of
the soul and spirit
and safely awakened the
sleeping giant to answer
you because you know
your way into the
heart of the spirit.
With fire in your heart
you ignite and rekindle
the power of divine love
in the darkness of
our hearts to heal
the afflicted and the
wounded of the aches
and hurts in their heart.
You bring home hope
to the down world,
and let them know
that it is okay.
You are the poet,
you may not be
the perfect but you
are perfect.
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This is a
love beyond
the sword.
The real death
do us part.
The vow they
took is not
just ordinary,
it's of the spirit.
The ordinance is
of the heavens.
The words uttered,
is of love
from the soul,
and it's pureness
of the divine.
You know a
man from the
words he said
to his woman.
I'm talking about
a noble man,
a provider and
a protector.
The words flowing
from that man's
heart is to be
taken seriously.
It's the word
of wisdom,
full of so
much love.
Attend to it
diligently with
delightful heart.
Decorate it's
castle with love
to keep him
to yourself
instead of setting
up a trap
to catch him
cheat on you.
This life is
so short
enjoy it immensely
together while you
are still here.
There is craziness
outside ourselves.
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The innocent have
no need for
repentance.
All the good
things must end,
but how about
the bad things,
will they continue.
Have you ever
thought about that.
Both stops after
they end dancing
with you.
They are inseparable,
and like the
two sides of
the moon,
have the dark
and the bright side.
Both are twin flames,
burning and consuming,
at the same time
changing and mending
all things good
and bad.
Interwoven in synergy,
to give it balance.
Life and death
are the same
of the opposites,
complimenting
each other in
their justified actions.
You made my
heart smiled again
for i have
experienced both.
Perfection and
excellence are in
their dual nature.
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Black Friday,
the life of
stolen essence.
Indeed it makes
me sad every
November of
every year when
they celebrate
their conquest
and supremacy,
******* Africans in the
mud and spit on our
beautiful ebony face,
yet we joined
them in celebrating it.
Have we ever
told our children
to understand
this story filled
with the sad history
of our ancestors
captured and taken to
shores unexpectedly,
forced and unwilling,
in chains and in pains.
Humiliated and abused,
dehumanize and molested,
hungry and dehydrated
through this unnecessary
harrowing nightmare of
their journey to this
unknown cold world
where even the weather
was unkind to them.
Their suffering was
unnecessary.
Death awaits on that ship
and on the ocean
and in that creepy place
unknown to them.
So many unfortunate
ones died in the
hands of their captors
and others died
because of illness and
others sold and resold.
Unspeakable atrocities
follow them everywhere.
Oral traditions is our weapon,
have we not all jettison such.
Do we read history,  
do we know enough
as to be able
to repeat to our kids.
Is the black
Friday not cursed.
They rejoiced and
pride themselves
over making much
merchandise over us
with no regrets.
They enriched
themselves over
our sweat and left us
impoverished in chains.
Who can beat into
us some right
senses to think.
We are not and
no longer in chains
but our minds are
still enslaved.
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They always say
no problem,
no problem at all,
when they know,
deep down,
there's nothing
but problems
laughing in
their faces,
following them
to their bedroom.
You can detect
bitterness in their
voice of course.
Dejected and lost
if i may say.
Too proud to
really say how
they really feel.
Ready to walk
away from the
thing they want.
Wounded and
hurting within,
very secretive
and so lonely.
Never happy,
always complaining
about what you
didn't do and
what they expect
you to do.
Difficult to
placate.
Me thinks it's
a foolish pride.
But do you know
that the least
perfect person is
the perfect person.
You must lick
your vulnerability
put aside your
pride and ****
the ego to be
yourself and win
your war on love.
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He said its
complicated.
Uncomplicate it,
I told him.
Is it really
possible to get
beyond this complex
and difficult confusion.
It's all like
an amateur playing
the Cubic game.
As easy as it
seems to dance and
not forget the steps,
even so it is
to have a face
and still not well known.
The Excellence of the
Soul is Understanding,
for the Man
who Understands is
Conscious, devoted,
and already godlike.
Understanding the
complicated is not
that simple.
You need the mind
of a poet who
understands and interpret
what the mind sees
in the unconscious.
He will with ease
bring to the
conscious world all
the complicated complexities
for others to understand.
A poet dreams while awake,
and still awakens
within the dream to
uncomplicate the complicated.
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I am an
odd fellow,
don't expect me
to be like you.
I follow the
path of my
destiny.
The sun doesn't
shine for you
alone.
Neither the moon
at night time
belongs to you.
The wind cannot
cease because
of you,
everything benefits.
Breathe in the
air of life,
and exhale love.
Cold and it's
chilling snow flecks
is felt by all.
The odd things
happened for a
reason.
For you to
know and live
life and love,
you must first
desire it with
your heart.
The good life
awaits you.
This abysmal
cannot elude,
exclude and eliminate
the very ones
it came to pick.
The innocent ones
are protected by
the greater light.
I am a
protagonist,
the forerunner
of the inner quest.
Don't ever shrivel
by its presence.
Be bold and
unshakable.
It's not meant
to harm you
but to create
harmonium and
protect your interest.
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