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Ehem, ehem…

Poem Title: 

“Lord of the Things”

Kept it kind enough to keep it secret.
Ah,  I missed it, ancient incense sense.
Slept, slitherin’ snake.
Suckin’ centz.

Vampiric action,
Bombastic,
BLASTED.
I’ve HAD IT!

Had it once, I tossed it!
Grenade to the Soul.
Sick to Satan,
Virus killer.

Ra’s Old Blister.
Didn’t know her,
Don’t miss her.
Catch cold, yo, no soul?

Done sold it?
Who found hither?
Haven, Hister?
Or Hitler’s Sister?

No, just Nostro’s mirror.
Soul returned,
Splitter splatter,...
Curtain tatter.

Left.
One Witness Dead.
(about the Abortion of Murder?)
- religious insertion.

(One Witness)

(dead seeds can’t count, no multiplication? Sterile.) 
(about the Shem’bryos.)

“And I Could Use a Job.”

Selling my time for hard work and bad labor.
Been Tryin’ to find Times to Rhyme,
Or Catch a portal to the places of later.
Future. 
Somewhere to ease my mind, like an outer space crater.
Or moons, and stars, a galactic navel? 
Be born or reborn from,
More like torn from.

Been placed here to do good work.
Keepin’ me down, but lookin’ for stork.
Someone to smile, a vineyard fork,
Split The Vine.
A new child of mine.

This Race Before the Days…

So I’ll Play my Matis tunes on the way,
Inspire me to share good words and how’s the stray?
Giv’em bread, with forklift’s tread.
Sing songs in head, still left sad.
Cuz’ this place is bad time and hard labor. (just feedin’ the rich)

Gotta get away from the corporate rob and find myself a new Job. (Maybe make coffee, or organize a library.) OK, that’s enough, gettin’ Crazy.

Somebody step up on this digital stage and take a turn at impromptu(without edits or with, either way) poetry, its fun and liberating…

Alright number three, like that pyramid on the Pink Floyd Album, is ther’ anybody out there? Someone join in please!

In honor of my favorite number, and thee third Poem…

close your eyes, and take a ride inside…
no seriously close em’ this vid is dated and you might be young, or close minded? Nah, just a shell, so listen…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtPk5IUbdH0

Sorry a personal plug, my favorite song from as young as I can remember.  OK, here we go…

“Three for 3”

In Sovereign ties we know,
In holiness we grow,
For Him Our works will show.

That soon the hour be,
When all who seek, shall see,
The One, Us Two, and Three.

Forever wrapped and bound,
The call to Us a sound,
Shall raise, from Us, the ground.

2 for Three… 

On new land we’ll stand.
Beach of diamond sand.

Outer place in stars,
In words found Our hearts.

Two yellow roads diverged,
Sacred path, we merged.

And Won in the Morning!!!

Time for BED!!!  Room for Two,(but squeeze Noah between)(or to the right of my wife)

Its after Three!!!

“Poem Number Four”

Knock, knock, open door, its your invitation to write the nation…

No Judges, not keepin’ score, lets hear it… (and say something about yourself, its ok, just fun)

“Poem Number Four”
(dedicated to the fourth dimension,
Four doors Round)

Sonic Sound, Boom, Big Bang.
Raise Our Voices,
Friends and Enemies, Ying and Yang.
He Said Sing, we Sang.

A New Way To Be,
Left The Three.
Dimensional.
Something cool, unconventional.

Time for work,
The dues and dones.
Come together,
Now were One.

Time is late,
On the run,
Write a Poem,
Its for fun.

Peace, take care, and write a poem, feeling alone.

Too much wine to go live, so I’ll play this one super slow motion.  A Pause, a reflection. Just Pieced together from random thoughts I’ve had lately.  Check it out, and respond with some good, cool, inter-stellar cruisn’ material.  Lets do this, and rock the boat…

(The Love Boat, Cosmic, International.)

Horoscope,

I Predict…    You tell me, respond with Your Story, Jump Off to This!!!

Here we go, clicking and saving from Wordpad!!!!  Writers Freebie, Yeah!!!

“Heaven’s Gates”

Sounds from TV shells, and Love is given from which is El’s
Drowning from thick air, so stunning, but don’t stare.
Reflect.  Where is it takin’ you?  Tell you what to do?

The independence is overwhelming, like nothing I’ve known.
Radiant light, smashing lies and mysteries shown.
Just a hope.  Have I hit the dope,...
nope.

No Conclusions, just Questions…

A time to share, say we care.
Written from inside, Living room soul.
Give me the strength to gain control.

Then give it back to you.
Keep singing, rhyming.
Creating art.

Lead us back to the start, when It was just you and me.
Planter and his seed.
Just Brothers, with Him between.

Fan this Flame!

“Advertising.”

Tables overturned,
I’m done,
I’ve had it!
Snake sucked my cents,
Then I bit his tale,
Sick branch,
Y’all twisted?

Yucky vine?
Man of Green or not?
Mr Sick?
Is it poison?

Or..

My own Conviction?

“Embers Rise”

Hot Soul Inside.

Won Oh Seven,

You Too.

Jah, You,...

A Tree.

Shhhhh,

No Secrets.

No FLU.

UFO?

Flight of the Navigator.

Midnight Terror.

Tremors and Twisters.

Like Leaves from Twitters.

New Planet Sitters.

Gaea’s Sisters.

New Haven.

Druidic Cult?

Nah,

The God of Iz.

Ra.

El.

A Mega Mind, The Holy Eye.

You and I.

Jah!
Through,
Yah!

Hosanna in the Highest,

I am the rock upon whose foot he shall stand.  A stone in the riverbed forest.

Brothers Like Plates, to Set The Table at A Holy Banquet.

Or Decorate the Spine of a Stegosaurus.

Bone Chillin’, Soul Frillin’

So Fricken’ Funny.

His Jesters.

NO, Witnesses!

Two, Against gates and grain,
Sand and Stone,
Dust and Clay.
That forms this wall, our shell.

The Physical Hell.

OK that’s enough, time for some “Live From Denver”  Ouch. hot, my background inspiration!

lets sell it here with the other live stuff…

http://www.posse.com/store/jahshewah

OK been awhile, and still looks like I’m flying this one solo, how sad.

Been going about this the wrong way too, scratch that rest and lets start new. (again)
This is Matisyahu’s World so lets pay homage to its keeper, here we go…

Obviously I’ll call this one…

“Matisyahu”

Paul Miller, lyrical killer.
Vocal Willer.
His Ways be done.

Preparing the ready,
Loving the many.
A Holy Son.

Death dealin’ the physical,
Ace raisin’ the spiritual.
This hand is won.

A place to be,
With eyes to see,
To where we run.

Psalm before the Arc,
New song, fresh start.
Brings culture stun.

Truth is the Word,
This voice will be heard,
Won’t die by the gun.

Smashing lies,
Creating ties,
Makes us One.

Like through Twitter,
Soul sitter.
Keeps it fun.

Smiles and Pics,
Posted through Twits.
Breaks the mun.

Halo Crown,
And a dusky cloud.
Rhymes and…

Done.

OK, I’m spent, and it still doesn’t do justice, this is a learning process.  Patience.
Grab the mic and have a turn, together we ....learn?  yuck.  Show me how its done.

Alright…a new poetry thread…tried this myself a few months back, perhaps this contribution to your thread will encourage further participation.This one is about how the mystical occasionally touches our mundane lives…and yeah,it’s a true story.I hope you can relate…

- Raven’s Wings (revised) -

You found me in the mourning
Womb empty and bereft
Struggling to surface from the excruciating depths of
despair
That one may suffer upon sudden and irrevocable loss.
Inconsolable, I had fallen into a restless slumber
When into the quietude of my darkened room-
Came the brush of silken blue-black wings
Fluttering gently against my soul.
Uncertain, I hesitantly ventured outdoors
and glancing upwards, saw you perched
on the branch of a tall pine tree.
Tentatively I said “Hello,who be you?”
and found myself dumbfounded when you responded
with an abrupt “Caw” or did you say"Ka”?
Suddenly I comprehended that you were extending the hand of a forever friendship…and I knew immense gratitude.
Assessing the the situation with your keen eyes
You took note of the the fact that I was helplessly and hopelessly grounded…and took it upon yourself to fly for me
and I was filled with the utmost admiration for your generous spirit.
Fascinated, I studiously pursued all things Corvis
Desperately searching for ways to express my deepest appreciation
For you had become my eyes when I could not see
My ears when I could not hear
Never far from me
You cast your flight in my shadow self
Cleverly eluding the wicked ones
Who sought to kill the wild things
That exist in the heart of a woman.
I can still hear their disparaging remarks casting us in a sinister light.
You were an omen of goodness in my life
My identification so complete
I learned so much from your example
Seven long years you soared over my head
Ever vigilant
The dark knight of my soul…
Then came that fateful day
I found you grounded,wing askew
and although I knew
in my heart
that you had taken a death blow
my mind refused to accept that
You were leaving and had come to say goodbye
Entrusting your final hours to me
My lover captured you (but never me)
and together we two delivered you
Into the hands of a kindred spirit
Who promised to gently escort you
Into that netherworld
From whence you came.
And so you went the way of brother wolf that came before you.
And here I stand alone again
Left to wonder at the cruelty of men
Who feel they must destroy
That which they cannot control….
All those long years I never dared utter your secret name
Fearing they would call you to destruction…
Now I speak it in awed remembrance
I miss you, Edgar, Ka brother.

Here’s another in the same style as the other…by that I mean it’s not a rhymer. I call it “One Stone”.

This great gleaming Goliath
Vast looming giant
Wields weighty weapons
Thick skinned with heavy armor
It towers over our heads
Enticing, inciting us to destruction

It shouts at us in defiance
Making a mockery of G*d
Its’ challenge echoing with
  philistine persistence…
As we feverishly draw our battle lines
  in the shifting sands of time

Those who apprehend
The true nature of this beast
Do not yield themselves to its’ attempted subjection
Refusing to be consumed by violence..

Never to become as the wolves and carrion
Rending human flesh
Understanding that the carnal man
Is he who desires and creates carnage

These few have realized
They must stand
As David stood
Heart pure
Childlike and naked
Having cast aside their fathers’ cloak
Laying aside the weapons and the armor
Lest they stumble under that great weight
As they run to meet the adversary

Standing only with shepherd’s staff, sling
  and that single smooth stone
One of five
Carefully drawn from the stream
Intuitively grasped
  and projected in a great curving arc
Impacting and embedding itself
Deep within
The darkest recesses of the monster’s
Ignorant and assuming mind

For they know the battle is not won
By the sword or by the spear
But by the words and by the ears
  and by the name of the L*rd himself,
Which name is Love.

...and the real name of that stone so smoothly delivered? Why it’s the cold hard TRUTH, of course.
Peace.chalice1

“Hallow’s Helper”

So she entered with heart-like beats.
Poetic rhythm,
A metaphoric sweet.
Sugar soul, no trick, a treat.

October styles,
Orange and wild.
Something more deep,
A slumber’s night sleep.

Dreams of ravens on walls,
Shadowy places,
Darkened Halls.
Yet, She carried this here..

A torch.
Lighting the way,
Guiding out of the house,
So haunted, can’t stay.

A New place to be,
Wicked, wild and free.
Dancing around bonfires,
To no pagan decree.

Finding Holy Days,
Something so sacred.
Like cool Autumn air,
A time when we were there.

A Hallowed Eve,
All Saint’s Day,
No more struggling in vain,
Smashed lies like pumpkins.

Old Samhain.

“For destroying loneliness, thank you.”

more a riddle than a poem…think I’ll call it “Sacred Geometry”

Whether your shape is in
mirrored triangles overlapping
or the interstices of four squares,
perhaps you should try a different angle
because this puzzle may be round
and circles begin with points
Point taken?

“Reality”

Wow, I was writing a poem here and I finally think I Loved it, seemed kinda cool, was all chill like, and spoke of great wisdom, it seemed even to me to be a torchlight to extinguish somebodies loneliness.  It was all weird, then all of a sudden, bam!  There goes the Internet!

Well Sorry guess you settle for this.

Ehem Ehem…

“Caught in The Now”

Don’t drown.
Just time.
Gone by.

Old school.
Dead Style.

Left no Place to Be.
Or even a Smile.

Too much work.
So little reward.

Lookin’ for heart.
and found hardcore…

“No cure.”

No Poet.
No Preacher.
A Silent Mouse.

Where is The Lion?
The Holy Speaker?
Servant of The Lord?
Holy Teacher?

Just waiting.
Time Killer.

-Poetry takes minutes and spreads the ages of your imagination, to lead to better understading, and a more purpose filled life.  Now will you try it?

“To The Show”

Sonar.
Super Solar.
Sunshine.
Been waiting.
Baltimore.
New Revolution.
Soul Star.
Spangled Banner.
Be there.
OH,
YEAAAHH!!!

On my way.

“Afterblast”

Still standing.
Barely.
Shook to the core.
Hit from Above.

Like a bomb from Our Lord.
Came super sonic.
Sound from Sonar.
Solar Light.

Burning away.
Left only to remain.
So dazed.
Was straight whack, insane.

More than in the mind.
Seen with more than eyes.
Felt it inside.
Like a fountain overflowin’.

Soul explosion.
Heart expansion.
Moshiach!
Jumpin’, dancin’.

Nesta Rebellion.
And Trevor Wailin’
Doogie Strumin’
Matis…

Amazing.
Holy Sway.
One Day.
Again.

“When you got more to right, write.”

And did you see Koshadillz?
How bout that dude sick dancin’?

Hear those words?
Catch that prancin’?

I wanted to move.
Catch their groove.

Feet were stuck.
Hands with wife’s.

Maybe I’ll go Wednesday, catch more vibes.
At Sixth and I.

See you there.