A Musin’

I’ve written these words delivered to you straight outta Ether

If you’ve seen your evil, you’d have nothing to lose either

Once called The Speaker

But refusing to believe her

I left

Now here I stand

Wind beneath my wings

In prayer, my hands

From the heart, the Word sings

I’m fraught with distraught at all we’ve been taught

My Soul burns hot, in this vessel

It will for always, so long as it’s bound in this shell

If hell exists

It’s only in Mind

So stay in Heart and realign

Stay in Heart

and realign

Because when the ship sets sail

It’s bow will be lit with flames

In reaching shore, glory has nothing to gain

 

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Draftin’ 2.0

rhymes upon rhymes, lines followed by lines, time after time, Alone, time after time, reflecting, writing, dreaming, seeking meaning

all the damn time, seeking meaning, that’s just how I’m schemin’

Catch my meaning?

if I sound pissed you missed the message: “Let’s Wake the ‘Folk’ Up”

A mission, spiritual directive

True Freedom
for the masses, my only incentive, Fight on, Step Up, Lift Off, Now
Like Slow flow, I’m Gospel
New Age? Nah, Apostle
Can’t fly, Impossible
These emotions, they raw still
Deny pain, too hostile
Chase fame, unsustainable

Embrace gain, preposterous
Release chains, we got this

Step back, now watch the shift
Breathe deep, I flow quick

Inhale, that’s next yo
Your Soul, Incredible
Now FLOW
Let’s go! Let’s go! Let
Go!

The Sun has risen
All Sing, we forgiven

Cause Nothing’s ever missin’
So Why you stuck wishin’

Start livin’
Cause our wings, a given’

If you could see my eyes just once then my Heart you would know is the same that beats w/in You. Now,

Let’s go… Let’s go… LET
Go…

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Messages

Slow flow, I’m Gospel

New Age? Nah, Apostle

Can’t fly, Impossible

These emotions, they raw still

Deny pain, too hostile

Chase fame, unsustainable

Embrace gain, preposterous

Release chains, we got this

Step back, watch the shift

Breathe deep, I flow quick

Inhale, that’s next yo

Your Soul, Incredible

Draftin’

rhymes upon rhymes, lines followed by lines, time after time, Alone, time after time, reflecting, writing, dreaming, seeking meaning

all the damn time

if I sound pissed you missed the message: “Wake the ‘Folk’ Up”

A mission, spiritual directive

Freedom for the massive, my only incentive, Fight on, Step Up, Lift Off,

Now FLOW

Let’s go! Let’s go! Let

Go!

The Sun has risen

All Sing, forgiven

Nothing’s ever missin’

Why you stuck wishin’

Start livin’

Cause our wings, a given’

If you see my eyes just once then my Heart you would know is the same that beats w/in You. Let’s go… Let’s go… LET

Go…

 

Urban Sermons – 2017.06.21

You know when I met you, I thought I met you, but I guess you, I guess you hadn’t yet met you, and The Truth is, I hadn’t yet met me either.  Now once more I was left a mess because my ego, my ego couldn’t rest, and that you, that I thought that I knew, was nothing new, nothing more than a projection, my own machination.

This part redacted for family friendly audiences aka bleep me and definitely bleep my imagination when it comes to ego based creation.

It’s not that words can’t dance like hearts, were they only free, problem is the mind’s convoluted, and in hindsight, it’s apparently just me, that felt the Love that we shared deep within the moment, and now I’m alone in seeing what I saw, feeling what I feel, see

Set pen to paper, let these fingers dance upon them keys cause I never knew freedom with you, the only freedom I know, is the freedom,

to be.

So what can I be, than anything less than me?  And anything more, that’s just not meant to be. Now, Let me sing a song or write a verse or two, while some out there grazing, I’m Here & Now gazing, and no disrespect, to you, this Path is mine, just meant for me.  And, I free you to do you on yours.

So why then, don’t they just let me be?

Enter stage left, The Ego creeps on in, it’s  about to get me wrecked, will I ever win.  I’m terrified, I’ve never shied from challenges, and yet,

this one is daunting, the past is over, but why is it, why is it so haunting, stop your shouting, oh great, now you’re pouting, take a drink, then a hit, next morning, my head’s pounding, been sober ever since, but still, here’s my heart, and it’s throbbing.

You see, I sought to make peace, in order to release, yet the anger, it’s a beast, the hurt, it is what it is, but THE ANGER, what a bleep bleep bleeping beast.

And beneath the anger, a beautiful Inner Child cries out, in tears, yearning, to be set free.  If I can put anger down just long enough to give myself a hug, than at last, at last, at last, I might, just might, be able to breathe.

I believe.

When at last, I might be free.  Then all these years after years, pages upon pages, the musings that I’ve had, coupled with reflections of the sages, deconstructing the mystic work of mages, to finally realize, the joke’s on me, cause we live in the ages, where all that’s sacred

is famous!

But what’s famous with the rest, kids?

What’s famous without the lamest?

What’s the rage without our cages?

Plato’s ankle bracelets from the cave posted to the ‘Gram, kids,

check your pockets, purses, wrists and now wa-tch, this.

As I part the veil, never one to sell short, never one to tell the Truth that it’s a lie, the Sun is shining brightly, the weather’s pretty fly.  I might not be rocking dem Jay’s, but these NMDs sure give me a Boost and if I’m branding it’s cause the fight on, the fight is on, THE FIGHT IS ON.

And I showed up here for spiritual battle, not yesterday, not tomorrow, but Here & Now, so that as a collective, we might rise above Soul’s Darkest Night.

You see we each occupy an energy that becomes manifest.  And when I saw a real shadow for the first time that led me out the cave, then I finally caught a glimpse of the Sun just rise up past the veil, I took them old projections, gave it a pat on the back and said, oh well  Pulling in all my resources, so that, so that, so that the storm of consciousness could finally rest.

Told the Ego take a knee as I bowed my head and prayed, and to Love, I said, thanks for the test, thanks for those blessings, cause nothing’s guaranteed, this day might not even last. Then, one day, I got up and out of my way.

So you, you, you, her, him, and that one over there too, if there’s one thing you take away from me tonight, let it be this:

The only scrap that matters is the one that’s for your Soul.  Put down your phone for a second, let your eyes adjust to know. Listen up for for Love’s sermons as they permeate the air, open your ears, listen close and you’ll find Love is always near, for every time the wind brushes aside your hair, the waves crash, the sun rises and sets, it’s all messages just messages in the ether so be aware.

Look at me, I ain’t that young but I’m not that old either.  Yet I spoke, did you listen? If you did, I guarantee there’s something opening, guess what, that’s your Soul, its ready to glisten and

Shine that Inner Light

So what if the famous are Sacred and the media says this, that, whatever.  All that matters is the moment, and that’s what’s pretty clever.

Freedom is the only thing I’ve ever felt.  Freedom is the only thing I’ve ever sought. Freedom is the only thing worth being free

for.

Ever.

Because without that, Love, what’s good with being?

Because without that, Love, what world are we seeing?

Because without that, Love, what messages are we hearing?

Because without that, Love, are we really, believing?

This cycle can go on, and on, and on, for only so long, before this Flesh gone, so Light up before it’s too long, Light up before it’s too long, Light up before the Soul moves

along.

And my time is up.

2017.06.19 – Rumbling

I filled pages and pages and with the musings of sages, then the rantings of rages, followed by the discoveries of mages, all the while wondering, will I collect wages

for this work?

The prophet is never loved in her homeland, the prophet is never loved in her homeland, the prophet is never loved

period.

Pools of tears, they degraded, years and years, the hold of fears, its cries too long filled my ears, when at last

I just stopped caring.

Freedom is the only thing I’ve felt.  Freedom is the only thing I’ve sought.  Freedom is the only thing worth being free

for.

Because without Love, what’s good with being?

Pages and pages, years and years, for all’s I know more years in my rear view than ahead, and that’s what’s up with having a

clear view.

The prophets have long passed.  Messages built for time, they never last, for humanity is too quick to clasp on to what

no longer serves.

This cycle can go on, for only so long, before this Flesh gone, so Light up before it’s too long, Light up before it’s too long, Light up before the Soul moves

along.

On Pain

And then one day, the crowd asked, “Delta, speak to us of pain.”

Delta smiled, the Light of the Sun reflecting in his eyes: There are only two greater teachers than Pain, Love and Death.  But it is through Pain that both fulfill their greatness.

Pain comes in many forms but as the Sun shines so bright, I shall merely share two –

The pain we experience, and,

The pain we cause,

The first is a matter of life. A passing, a toll paid for being.  The second is that which we rage upon the world.  Worse, on ourselves.

It is through Pain that Love guides me to someday meet Sweet Death, embracing the fullness of each breath, as each moment I am left with one less.

It is from Pain that I understand the need for compassion.  And that begins within.  Heal the Sacred Wounds of Shadows, release the Sacred Tears as they Flow, then suffering from the teachings of Pain will release.

And you Friends, shall be set Free.