Memories, Pictures, Imaginations
formless thought concretetized as essence
boundless in nature; tangible presence

The re-occurring decimal: death and life
choose ye! The path without strife

The Captain of salvation
beyond the conceptualization
the light that shines and permeates
all atoms of darkness it evacuates

Our very essence He recreates
A world devoid of this He devastates
Arise O stiff-necked sea
for you shall be pour out as sour tea
The clarion constantly sounds;
heed ye the call, for in chains you are bound
chains not of physicality
but that of spirituality

Come up O ye earth
for indeed it is finished; yea, in the new birth

Beyond memories, beyond thoughts, beyond imagination
but it is concretetized as essence
that very presence
the pathway to flee the unending flame
Alas, the bound sees it as lame

Yea, in the weak things He ordained strength
even in its foolishness who can measure wisdom's breadth

The jaw bone of an ass
The creator being created by a lass
The blood stained door post
one nation's sons bought; another nation's sons lost

redemption's seed sown
three days a tree is grown

All things renewed by blood
Yea! Word, Spirit, Blood; a three fold cord
foolishness to them that are perishing
those who embrace this foolishness, eternally are living
not in the strength of mortality
submit to the power of immortality

its beyond memories, pictures, imagination
That which was once formless thought now is concretetized as essence

Circuits of the wind

Circuits of the wind
The currents of torrential seas
The efficacious heat of the eternal flame
Burning yet not consuming
In calmness of thought I am aroused by the angelic muse
From my fount proceeds words; speaking of things not earthly bound
Beyond the deciphering minds of mortals
Words danced to in the realm of the heavens where the instruments are plucked by winds gushing through trees
Creating a chime that resonates only with the saints washed by a blood so rare yet so obtainable
The dance of the redeemed immortals
Those who hear the sounds of the goings upon the mulberry trees
Those who through revelation are built up as pillars in the Fathers house
Pillars not of carved bricks but of un-hewn stones; stones alive to the Fathers heart
Exerting dominion; unhindered by the earthly blight
On the pathways of light, therein they receive sight
Propelled by the wind, journeying within the complexities
The word remains a lamp for simplicities
Men, who delve within the depths to unravel their core,
Taking territories negating the path of an eternal bore
The blasting trumpets; the sound ever prompting
With hands on the plough, faces set as flint; to this fight there is no relenting
For those who truly see through the eyes of the vision
For within hidden from veiled eyes is encrypted the mission
Fully equipped with the technology of the ephod; we wrestle beasts
Upon horses we ride with unsheathed swords, never breaking ranks, unperturbed by earthly feasts
Unpredictable as the wind, we ride upon the four winds as we navigate the circuits of the wind
Subdue! Subdue! The reverberating sound; the enemy must become your footstool for you are my body and I the Head… (Selah)

Eternal Chant(s)

Out of the greatest purity
My pen will scribe with clarity
I will pour out my soul despising brevity
For the earth must hear this with immediate alacrity

It is something majestic
Bound by; but beyond the angelic
Abiding for ever transcending the historic
Ordinary eyes never see, to them it’s only a rhetoric

But my eyes have seen
My legs have been
Oh! That which I have longed for with senses so keen
The words for the old and also the teen
Inscribed only on tablets of fleshy heart

The archer so accurate with HIS dart
The rocks will cry out if mortality ignores this chant
But as for me and my house, for these our hearts does pant

HIS life poured out as wine
For all to come in and dine
Wine(s) so pure and crystal clear beyond the words refine
For all who thirst and drink their lives it will define
Forever I will abide in THEE for THOU art the true vine…

I

I can’t shake Him off my thoughts
It binds beyond things bought or treasures sought
I and God are one
Like father like sun

Of me He thinks more; like the sun’s ray
Little wonder bullets can’t, bullets can’t keep me at bay
From existences first cry deflating the ball
Bursting forth through the vaginal wall
My frame He formed
My substance he trans-formed
The subconscious frequency
The constructions of man’s lunacy
He sees and knows my thoughts afar off
My kingship, my crown I duff
In all I awake too
His signature He seals two
Life and death;
Immortality and mortality;
Last and first Adam
Earth and seas
Yea, the seas, waters, expanse of H20’s
In the very depth I know he knows
Flora and fauna beyond sciences microscope
Beyond the dimensions of crystal balls and horoscope
But all this I know, cos I and God are one
Like father like sun

In His chastisement I solemnly trust
For without them, men like corroded metal simply rust
I fear neither pestilence nor sword
Cos like the four winds I live above board
A wonder unto many
Empty men judge beings by their penny
Yet; “A measure of wheat for a penny and … but hurt not the oil and wine”
My pursuit is not the penny for only those with the oil and wine truly would dine
I elevate above earthly ethnicity
My eyes seek the founder of the invisible city
On my earthly sojourn I sow seeds
Like my father I spread glory and righteous deeds
I and God are one
Like father like sun

Blinded hearts become perturbed
Unto the natural man nothing is dissolved
That in seeing, He sees not
That in hearing, He hears not
Alas, many will walk down Broad Street Boulevard
For as it was in the days of Noah, the truth they shall discard
But the portal remains open and can be found
Not in scientific observations, nor in philosophic illumination in which many be bound
Cunningly devised fables the obfuscation of the natural mind
Forever seeking signs, believing they have an eye of light when truly they are blind
True sight belongs only to those whom have found the portal
Seek and ye shall find; a re-occurring recital
I AM the way is the yell
The very pearly gates to flee hell
Not I but He, but I and the father are one
Like father like sun

For in Him, I live, I move and I have my existence
I live in Him and Him in I beyond pretence
I and God are one
Like father like sun
Come to Him today and see as I
Yea JESUS is I, I AM.

Gift or Command

Superfluity of nothingness

Trapped in the charade of everyday life

Dimensions of self; hidden within self

Out of self only cometh truth

Salvation lieth within man’s existence

Body without the spirit is dead

Self emancipation

Through self participation

Hush! Shut out all exterior sounds

Listen to the stillness within

Make sense of the noise without

Sift, separate chaff from wheat

The deeper one looks the clearer it becomes

Out of rejuvenated souls bubbles springs of life

Without an understanding men die in unwrapping the gift or understanding the command

Question abounds, is life a gift or a command

PURSUIT

The frenzied drums of the distant past
Definitely shall not be the last
As a perpetual echo reverberating in the space of the subconscious mind
Like a rudder guiding, holding unto a grind.
What differentiates one sunrise from the other?
As men rise and lift the blaming hand at one another
It’s the dawning sun that separates from the drums of the past?
Let the blood red wash me holy clean
As I hearken unto the drums of eternity, unto this sound my ears lean.
Shall I hug tomorrow and refrain from yesterday?
When the tears of yesterday have formed oceans of another day
Arrows of poison emanating from thoughts gone
As we lay in our beds when the dark comes and day done
Nature filled words have I spoken
That that which dawns after the day is done will not be broken
The perpetual voices heard and spoken by the day
Depart the formless imaginary and binds like clay
Leading our paths, making that which is, be
Then must I look to things which are not, not a function of what we see
Leaving behind those which were
Hearkening unto the drums, not of distant past, in pursuit, I can’t be stuck here.

NOW! THEN BEYOND!

The dimensions of mortal existence
Nada ever achieved without persistence
With hearts, heads and hands open, change is embraced
The boundaries of mortality; constantly engaged

Men are always groping
Seeking out the Pierian Spring, often hesitating
Stability be the insurance of our day
Hold tenaciously to that which is your dream as the sun its ray

Never lose hold of that which is
Ephemeral talk of men; pathway to the dreamless abyss
Strengthen that which is your core
Look within intently extract thy ore

Walking with head high and feet in the sands of time
Greatness sought, greatness achieved; perpetuity dances to its chime
Carved out in stone
Names beyond oblivion; after the dying bone

Graves hold dust never the essence
Spirits serenading sounds signaling the presence
Man dies, good and bad name survives,
Nay! It’s the name the Spirit revives

Live a life worthy of the call,
So when mortals traverse the eternal boulevard of fame’s hall, thou art there etched on the wall