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Sunday, December 27, 2009

POETIC POTENCY

I was going through my repertoire of rhymes and came across this... Thought the moment is appropriate to finally publish it. If it sounds incomplete, it's cuz I write from spiritual inspiration most of the time, so I write as much as I can before the inspiration runs out, it's truly a race against time... I pray it serves to enlighten and empower. -Maximum Blessingz

I just got home from work and I'm tired as hell

Take a look at my digital courier provided by Gmail
Scoping out all the many messages I receive on the daily
Than I thought to myself: What if God were to ever email me?
Or what if I could write to Him what's on my mind
Maybe then it would help me de-stress & perhaps unwind
What could I possibly write to the Creator of all the Universe?
Can I even find the right words or put together as clever a verse?
Like a highway of thoughts going hither & thither in my dome
I sit still motionless, than my fingers start moving on their own...
Lyrics pouring down my soul through my mind to my body and down to this electronic ink
I don't even take a moment to pause, nor a moment to second guess what I'm going to think
I just spew forth rhymes that tune together like chimes, and tears flow down my cheek
Who's writing this? Is it really me? Cannot be... My Spirit shuts my doubts so my Soul can speak
My Soul feels the world is getting weak, the world future's looking bleak, and humankind's evil nature is on a nasty streak, so what more does humankind seek?
Evidence of God exists everywhere yet we turn a blind eye to the "big Guy living in the heavens up above in the sky"
Than shit hits the fan, man blames man, man blames whoever he F---ing can, man blames God for everything he doesn't understand, when man should realize God's Mercy he should demand,
And God's will is the Ultimate Divine Command,
So...
Here I am, writing what I can't believe I'm seeing
Coming from my own self, appearing on this magic paperless screen
The tears stop flowing... the inspiration starts slowing... and... I feel once again that my Spirituality is ever growing... and my Soul, the only direct link I have to God, is growing...

I pause

Breathe...

Type....

Poetic Potency to stress the Urgency, cuz the state of the World, whether we're going to accept it or not, or admit it to ourselves or not, is an EMERGENCY.
They think I joke... they think my brain's gone haywire & broke... but if only all the Prophets suddenly awoke, then humankind might finally comprehend that this fight against our own demons is an uphill slope... To wash away sins after you die, there isn't any Mr.Clean magic soap...
NOPE.

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