Urban Sermons – The Ballad of Chocolate Biscuit

Growing up in Hawaii I hated this color just as much as so many,

The White American Male, the Caucasian Killer, we the “walking talking exigent circumstances”

We, “we straight nightmares,” when pale ghosts that look like us arrived on these shores, haunting, plotting, with terror

Atomically…

blowing up a culture

Growing up I hated this color
Or as we say lovingly here
Fuck you haole

If I could
I would
Rip this mask off
And show my Souls face
Free from clowning
Free from frowning
Free from drowning
In this repressed depression
That I been Reppin’ for so many long years

Tattooed my skin to tell the story from within and so at last I could be okay to feel the wind upon said skin

Okinawan, Chinese, Irish, English, German my Chinese Grandma last name was Hee and Everyone knew she was Hawaiian

A year before she died we found 9 decades a lie for on the birth certificate of her Own Grandmother was the words that read

Chinese, Caucasian

And the most important one

Hawaiian

I guess it is okay now, right, after all a man told me once, we didn’t know you were a half breed

And then one day as I was walking down the street, this Brother, I can say that right? Well I can’t take it back. Sigh. My man rolls up and I am not making this up, he says:

Chocolate! Chocolate! My Brother you are Chocolate! We talk for awhile and it was truly random, from the Lakers to the Warriors, to Cali, then he said Chocolate, you sexy, man you handsome. But here’s one thing, don’t get no more tattoos, why you covering up your skin, everything about you is Chocolate, and guess what, your Chocolate is within you.

He took my hand and shook it, my Brother Vincent wouldn’t let it go, he said Chocolate I love you. And then he let it go. I am secure enough in who I am to tell that to another man but before I let you go will you shake my hand again?

I shook his hand again and he looked me in the eye. He said guess what to me and my friend, this is a good man here, and that’s no lie. He let my hand go and he said just listen, one more thing, I’ma call you Chocolate Biscuit, now through your Chocolate Soul let sweetness that ring.

So when I say Brother, truly this man saw me as such. Reminds of a time back in college when the Hawaiians said I wasn’t white, I was just light-skinned Hawaiian.

I hated this whiteness, couldn’t stand the reflection. All I wished when I was younger was to not draw any attention

To my skin
And the sin
Of those I never knew
Those who
Committed so much evil
Just because it is true

Evil lives within our beings if we don’t keep it in check. So fuck all the bullshit and let it go cause Stay one choice to live lidat. Yeah we can’t impact the powers that be the way they are. But we each can touch a life each day whether that is at home, at work, in a post, on a stage here, or in a bar.

Let us rewind I don’t hate my skin so much I think I am just disappointed.

That despite the man who gave his life that we be anointed and despite the man who sat beneath the tree that we be free and despite those, all those and these beautiful women who gave so much of their lives to be our mothers that gave those two men so many of faith follow, and each and everyone of us, life, I am disappointed

Saddened

I’m Hurtin’

That we don’t know the unconditional love of a mother, for one another.

Chocolate Biscuit you one sexy man!

I never thought I was good looking because the color of my skin, I never thought I belonged here in my home, the islands where Aloha called me, to serve, to speak, this place where I was born and my family on both sides dates back to a time when the Queen wasn’t locked up on house arrest and the rich motherfuckers plotted to make more money see.

You see we got it all wrong. God sends the sun to shine and rain to fall on all of us regardless of our color, the true divide, where hate resides, if I may OPINE originates from another

An evil so powerful that those who wield it cannot see, that when We stand next to them, all they feel is here is another lesser, a lesser less than me.

So they play us against each other

You see these wealthy swine perpetuate discord to serve themselves. War here, peace there they couldn’t care so long as it doesn’t negatively impact their books and balance statements.

Wake up people, stop being racist, the battle shouldn’t be against each other, when we more alike and the rich enemy, forgot, they the other. Not the other way around. They’re the minority. They the 1% be scared.

Let’s rally and unite because there is more alike between the races than we been playin

Let’s learn to celebrate our differences and embrace where we align. Cause isn’t it about damn time?

If the life of the land is perpetuated in righteousness than what the fuck are we doing? There is more to life and love than a cycle of screwing another soul just because we have been taught to hate the mask.

Cause One day we all lose our masks, all times up and those left can either be brewing in the same mess or cooking up a delicious melting pot of stew, the blend of flavor just perfect, each parts need, just like we, just like you.

Thank you, Now it is time for dessert, the chocolate biscuit has been baked, and is happy to serve you.

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Urban Sermons 2017.07.04 – Spiritual Independence Day

“Who got the vibe? It’s The Tribe y’all”

On the speaker y’all, As I stand tall

Despite All, This weight on my shoulders

That’s been beating me down

The worst bit of it is from and because

My Ego is legit

A cold-ass mother fucker

But eh, I cannot stress

It’s All Good, I can rest

The changes

The variety ranges

So many cages

And you wonder why I rages

Wonder why I rages

I rages

As the tide shifts, I be the one that lifts

The collective over the rift

What can I say, curse, nah, my gift

Awe shift…

Next track, “I suck at love, I think I need a do-over.” Raps Hova

“What’s your hardest vice to give up?” She asks me next.

Rolling the dice, when it comes to my Life, is perhaps then, my biggest vice…

Quit drinking?

Brah, that’s just for leisure.

Drugs?

Nah, that’s never been my scene.

Rock n Roll?

Not quite my style either.

What then?

I guess that means temptations, but before that let me digress

Cause when I was still small kid kine

Alls I wanted was just a One

Then Life unfolds, Truth be told

Truth be told, Life just unfolds

Never thought I’d be this Old, when my name was just Young

Couldn’t see beyond age 23, when in July, Spirit spoke to me, and

Ever since, ever since that premonition haunts me

Forty years or so

Before you begin to wonder

If it’s your time to go

And if your work here is done…

And since that ever since, the clock, it ticks, the clock talk: ticks.

I’m about a third through, two thirds left, I thought you knew, that’s why you’re gathered here right? To hear from The Prophet, before they slit his throat some night.  No, Jay! No, not Here, not in this Life.  No my Teacher said, they not gone lynch ya.  Some will say, the color of skin, it will protect you, but that don’t mean shit to you because you’ve hated this color ever since, yeah? Isn’t that part of the reason you colored over it, to tell the story that speaks from your Soul?  Kinda but not really…

Fuck you haole!

I cannot even begin to say

That’s not your Mom, Larry.

My Dad shared once to me, they told me she wasn’t my Grandma, guess things don’t change much now do they

This racial hurt, divides too many

Tell me who, what, where, when, why, how

Can we overcome such inequity?

Forty years left, oh if only it was 40 ounces, though about two-thirds through that, it wouldn’t be so cold, in fact, it would be warm and bitter.  Is that what I’ve got to look ahead to? Is that the meaningless Life of a Sinner?

Which segues nicely back to the Flesh and my biggest vice, where I’m weak, though I know better, shit, when within, Inner Child rises up each moment, cheering, no, not this Life, not this time, we’re all Here & Now to be Winners.

“Fuck all this pretty shit my name is” Jay, as Hova continues.

If you know, me, then you know I wear black to cover the blood on my sleeve

From this Heart that beat-beats

Roll the dice? Nah, I’m a beast mode, enter cheat codes, take the Ego out and cheat its slow suffering march to Death.  Live fully, each day, until I’ve no more work left.

Live Life fully, that We can truly

See, the Love, that exists, free

From judgment as The Creator

Intended for We

Set We Free

Cause We the People, The Power is the People, and We All meant to be

Liberated! Liberated!

Liberated!

What a Dream!  And I’m The Dream Pusher

And this is Prophecy.

Are you ready to take a hit

Of my words? Just one get your Ego faded Here,

Give some time for Spirit, Lift ya up, Now.

feel elated.

Fear the Unknown.

Nah, that tagline’s dated.

Just one hit of my words,

Get you Lifted. So Bless up.

Let’s all get faded on that Spiritual

Take a trip

It’s the only essence really real

Let’s get lifted up on the Spiritual

It’s the only high that gives you wings

Now Fly

Let’s elevate our consciousness

It’s the only way to heal the mass that”s why

Let’s Love with our Hearts so Free, So Free

It’s the only way to live,  Now

“I’m your Pusha”

It’s time we grind,

Who’s feeling me?

 

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

 

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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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.

Between

The space in between.
 
As much as cool life occurrences such as attaining goals, victories, and the like are epic, it’s the space in between that matters the most. Enjoy those checkpoints, they can be great! But they are balanced by their opposite, and if we fail to live fully the space in between, we miss out on so much.
 
I’ve missed out on alot over the years. I’ve been graced to walk as long as I have and grow presence, but it surely is a practice, this adventure, truly, a journey.
 
And I’ll keep tripping because that’s part of being human. But if to trip and fall is human, what is to get back up?
 
I was told yesterday by a man, who “isn’t into spirituality” that when he went to Kalaupapa, he couldn’t stop weeping the whole time he was there. He couldn’t explain it, he felt it, the beauty, the pain, side by side. As he recounted the experience, tears filled his eyes.
 
I believe there is more to our existence and surely, this man, who doesn’t believe the same things, felt something more than just his human feelings in those moments. And it’s stuck with him in the space in between since.
 
Hold close each moment. If we can honor the space in between, we shall surely find such glorious kindness.

Broken, No, New

Broken dreams
Broken themes
Broken screams
Empty beams
Or shades
Of light no longer linger
For just a flicker, a glimmer, of hope arises
My inner gleam can’t be denied no further
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
No dreams
No themes
No screams
Cause I’ve most more found meaning
In believing in Love within
So fuller
For as the hope expands
My inner gleam stretches yonder
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
New dreams
New themes
New screams
Of joy linger
along for
I’ve found what I sought all
along. I’ve found who I fought
all along.  I’ve found out how
myself can be so full at last
So then, so long, I say farewell
despair, adios, see you later
It’s my time to shine, never mind the ego mind
Say goodbye, go ahead I dare
ya to
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme
Let the Love Shine
Let my Life Rhyme