I do not see that which others
Do see, blindly do they follow,
Am I the fool or is it thee.
  
I follow no one but myself, not
Imagined to belive in some thing
Unseen, but I know that the strength
I have comes from me.
  
I will not folllow that which tells me
That which I can do and see, to believe
In others is the only thing that is real
As they belive in me.
  
I will not be the sheep that follows
The shepard, as what he does not
Say is you are the meat, the bone, there
Are many that will follow but many
Are just meat.
  
I follow my own path, not what
Others tell me is right in a book,
That i should follow there word as
It is the right path for me.
  
I have strengh not in that which I
Can not see, but in me and those
That are close, I am not godless
  I just belive in me.

The outcry of the world,
Was folllow by a blind audience
At the end of a sword
A heartfelt desire grabs my mind instantly
Her flight of love came through
Thoughts of vengeance simmer inside
A life time of transgressions
The line of fire cross the knowledge of surrender
My fear stood in front of a broken window
Miles ahead a single stroke of passion
Deprive me from peace of mind
And the old days the moon strolled besides my shadow
All eyes on the reflection of the true
Creation sits Breathless on the road of life
I stood quietly in the middle of a cloud
The messenger watches my steps closely
As I stumbled Tears overflow my cup
Crashing sincerity inside a new horizon,



The memory of slashes across my face
Denied my right to be free
A box opens with emotions hidden at the door
Ambition touched by the light
Wellness approach your hands ready to unveil wisdom
The climb is long but the view overtakes any doubt
The past untangling a near future, silencing the oak tree
A joyful encounter with a new song, falling but not easily broken
Quite atmosphere between two lovers seeking ecstasy inside a labyrinth of love
The bravery of mourning embracing a dusty road
A hand from haven reaching the velvet rose sitting
At the edge of riff, conquering the notion of chaos
A journal written under pressure
Attraction of the air and lilies in the garden of Eden
Mended heart clears your mind and swan across the moon
The roots of sincerity shattered dreams of one man, but come closer and ignite the
Illusion of greatness, the wait was over, I am finally yours...





Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010

Azure limelight faded grey by the bewilderment
I am the King of All living, we remember
infested as the bunny and pine tree
weeping as mothers marry off their siblings
why wear white at weddings, why wish to be a innocent
a bottle of gin is a grin tonic for a child to see as an aching smell of visions last saw
as if Calvary was a horseman weilding a Lance
A tree to Long for us, grown in the desert
Already Peace flown in pure reverence Sang real
The Last Great Initiate,
Oh Reign, Reign, Rain, Rain, Reins, Reins

Dye his skin with the empowered wish of will
A well endless to stare through is warp drive
A might so glorious we all must avert our eyes, a New Motion
a **** gorgon, to start the serpentine on the sabbath
to revolve and molt in a revolutionary vulcan grip
to fly to the sky with birds writ uplift
delight, delicious, appeal. zeal, feel

Iesus covered in Liquid Cheeses
Sweet Fleeces its Christmas Season
Solar Deities yummy as Pizzas
A pie in the Sky is my age divided by the week
A pipe dream plumbed with gooey memories
the weaken ends of my jeans faded blue from seventy
charred black as the temples crystals phase out painted-glass Murals

too light to be mailed, too large to be contained by an envelope
too short to fit in the door way, too effulgent to weigh on the scale
Pi sees Men, laughing as a woman changing clothes on a curbside speaking
seventeen in one hand, zero at the bone in the other
IhavebeenChanced, Iamexceed, Iamtheether, Iamsanctioned
Fletcher Night: folllow your heart

they judge me from my hair to my hips
They judge me by my lips, they criticize my weight because I'm considered thick
Not matter what degree I achieve they still considered me a little black B** , but I achieve like I'm dr Martin Luther king, folllow my dreams into it's a reality but the truth still remains that my own kind is  a hot commodity,
**** my brother because he speaks of his knowledge **** my brother because his skin is like a hot designer **** my brother because he's the true definition of a YOUNG BLACK KING

But they judge because We have risen from the chains, we have found a voice to speak like our brains but yet you judge me for my skin but in this world of sin you remake my people color your skin  and braid your hair like my sister, but you Judge me why not stand beside me and hug me cause I am the voice of my people and this letter is only a spin off to a real life sequel