Urban Sermons – Words

Who you callin’ a bitch?
The Queen asked in the anthem
U-N-I-T-Y

So why? Why’d you say that? Was that even a joke? Your inflection and that tone, you didn’t think I would question?

But for real, Friend, we friends right? Who you callin’ a bitch? And again the real question, is why?

Es-pecially you, someone who knows that words, words, WORDS hold

So, Much, Power

I got another question followed by more questions, why we act so unconscious when in fact we are conscious?

Why do we ignore people who give of themselves to us? Take them for granted?

Are our selfish asses, that self-important, it justifies indecent actions, unthoughtful words, just general disrespectful behavior?

I’m breaking character for a minute because there is something I want to say, though this was inspired one day by a friend calling me a bitch as I walked away, out of earshot, which in turn made me feel disrespected for some reason, that isn’t the point of this journey we are on right here, right now that I am leaving you with bc All of this above I have done myself and experienced from both sides of the mirror, words I said, words said to me, someone who flows a great many words:

It has been said to think before you speak

With that, we back

Words have power

Words have consequences
Words are heard For
Words once released can never be returned
So often we think they aren’t
But you never know who is listening

But I will tell you this
The Creator and The Universe
They hear it
All

Each and every word
The negative thoughts, our fears, the untruths that we SPEAK

And despite the abundance and love our souls seek, irregardless of the beauty that we MEET

In each moment, when we speak and give energy and attention to words, words, words

They come to life

Stupid kid
Shut your mouth boy
Fucking Bitch

Words…

So many words, too many words, thrown around without the care, minus the compassion that created and still nourishes us

every breath, step, heart beat

beat-beat

And words once given, who knows what they then become to the ones we give them too…

Fuck, I’m so dumb, I’m not good
I could never do that,
Just a piece

of shit

Why am I here?
What is the point of my life?
I should just die already…

Fuck that person and their happiness

Words…

So many words, they fly out of our mouths like darts leaving cuts, cuts become wounds, wounds that fester, festering leading into infection, infections that pollute, pollution that destroys, destruction

Destruction

Destruction

And I unto Death we march

I marvel at the fact that humanity has such power, we hold in each choice and word that we speak to create or destroy our shared experience

My life was always blessed, but it was my selfish ass, my own hurt, hurt that poured out of me, that needed to be destroyed in order to heal

Heal

Heal

Words… I am speaking these words to you, here tonight so that in that next fight, you stop, stop before you speak, because words can be forgiven if you are fortunate, yet they truly are never forgotten, and you never know the journey of another, unless you share their feet

Think about your own hurt, is that what you seek to create in the lives of those you meet

I have said many things, many things that can never be taken back, I have lashed out from the fury, only to release that pain on others, and thus be held further back

Words… words… words…

Choose your words because those who hear them, most of all our loved ones, make a choice to love us, some day someone might come along who don’t believe what hostility pours out because they realize how important it is to choose to love within too, and they be the ones who leave you, not because they don’t love you, you don’t love you, then all you have left are the ones who hold you down, who make the choice but have no choice bc they see beyond

Beyond words

Words, words, words and the pain they come from

Those special ones who still find reason to keep on loving you, despite the fact that you don’t really love you, do you

I remember telling my Dad once how much I Loved and admired him, then he stopped me, and he told he wasn’t ready to hear that

Can you imagine that? What world do we live in that our women, our men, can’t even take love when it is given from those closest, from those who they love without fail

It’s no wonder we call each other bitches in every arena we go

Words, so many words

Too many words thrown around carelessly we are so desensitized the phrase locker room talk and what it represents is justifiable enough to not stand in the way of an election

What happened to dignity? Where the fuck is respect? We’re out here fighting wars on foreign soil just distractions from where The enemy first plants, where the battles rages each day we come in contact with what we are first, Human Beings, experienced through ourselves

Words, silly words, sad words.

Oh well, it was a joke right?

That gets a pass doesn’t it? Hear this in all caps.

SAD.

FAKE POETRY.
Just words. Who cares.

Urban Sermons – Both Sides of the Mirror

I opened up my Apps
To pull up some maps today
When

Wait

“Pack up
Don’t stray”

I remember the first time you packed your bags, or was it it the third, or the eighth, or shit, after awhile I lost count

“Wait, they don’t love you like I love you”

All those times it didn’t matter cause it was the anger, the anger inside her, the anger that spoke to me, that brought me back to that same anger inside me, when I stormed out, threw the cash on the table and left a different you, at another time, the only common denominator in both situations was this incarnation of the Soul, witnessing anger, such furious anger, masking the hurt buried within, from both sides of the mirror.

So that really does mean

“My kind’s your kind
I’ll stay the same”

I remember the one time, not sure which time it was, when you were drunk, so drunk and cursed me up and down in public, screamed and shouted, about the only thing you didn’t do was hit me physically, I mean you threw a lei at me, not even the lei that I had gotten you earlier that day but that is a different story, from another time, another life, so many lives we can live within one, single lifetime in this one long moment, but hey, you didn’t hit me with them fists, just words, so many words, poisonous as though they flowed forth from the tongue, like that of a serpent whose fangs laced with venom had poisoned my own veins.

I knows this because I recognized that venom from my own words, the words I couldn’t take back, that came from hurt, clothed in anger,

causing even more hurt, to those I loved as I had said them from the other side of the mirror

“Oh say say say
Oh say say say”

And The look, in her eyes, someone I said I had loved, as she recoiled at my own words, the poison of my hurt flowing in my voice, a voice carrying so much emotion that knowing better, from the emotional verbal fear I had experienced earlier myself, yet unable to help myself I lashed out for the pain in my being at that time, the separation from One Being, was, too much, too much,

Too fucking much for this poor Soul to carry, weighing heavy on the shell of my Heart until it broke wide open, so wide, so open, that I sought in order to find and NOW hear I am and all I have been hopin is unfolding and I look back at each piece, of the puzzle that like yeah yeah yeah these maps that have guided me to Love, Love fully in every moment, to here this very day, tonight, to stand and proclaim

Proclaim,

Wait

Haunting memories past seep back in, I can’t regain that flow I was on can I, wait yes where was I

anger, despair, no hope! be aware

Be here now, advice from the cover and contents of a book written from the mind of one who’d cooked, no coked, no wait, a mind high up on something

Now I am off topic, or Am I not right here now, being, breathing, believing in hope that y’all here hearing this,

Y’all might start seeing the gift in each and every occurrence in our lives, that we might rise, that we might raise more than just out glasses, that we raise up our consciousness to such great heights that perhaps, not alas, but yes indeed, we might see, from eyes mirrored three, to gaze so deeply into Life and live authentically, with passion, that we heal

That the anger from both sides of the mirror Be but illusion to the Truth of such LOVE clutching us, relentlessly

Telling us in every second of this performance that is each life, that each of you is the star in, that if we took you out and played your life back like a film reel, it’d be just some recurring characters and stories that don’t make sense because you are that important that is why The Creator in every second of existence be like

Wait, they don’t Love you like I love you

Because nothing is like the Love found deep within the Spirit

Listen close, Love, do you hear it?

Can you feel it?

Wait

You will.

They don’t love you like I love you

Wait.

You will feel it.

Listen

Listen Love

Don’t
You feel it?

Close your eyes, feel my voice, as you hear the words, that We say, for there is more in them, than just a man, who stands here before you today sharing the lessons of his past hurt, his own flaws, in reflection of the whole view from both sides of the mirror

For

There is Truth bursting through the ether because Love wants you, wants you to know that Love is always near

So let go, let go, let’s go
Because the time to be released from the hurt has arrived and guess what, it was always here and on some level this you already know…

Oh say say say
Oh say say say (start whisper)
Oh say say say (lower)
Oh say say say (lower)

You already know the view from both sides of the mirror

End

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…

#Poetry #PoeticMusings #Flowin#Spoken#FlowWithTheGo #IndieArtist #IndieWriter#AlohaHarder #AlohaKeAkua#MahaloKeAkua #Nature

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

A Poetic 45 – Week 01

A week in, a weak one, and here we are, oh look, radiating sun

The Earth turns upon Axis, once more, has it won, and yet neither here nor there will we be, until the death of this sun

So small, is each life, so vast, why build strife?  Why build walls?

What point is it to divide?  To conquer?  Questions I ask, yet so many questions, I myself have failed to ask and live so who I am, when in a way, I have also lied, in essence create divide?

Protagonist in chief, no antagonistic thief, media thievin’ ya, but when governance fails to uphold the standard of human decency, who is it, brother, oh sister, that be deceivin’ ya?

Who is it that be deceivin’ ya?

A week in, a weak one, and here we are, oh look, radiating sun…

 

J. Wading Through the Stream – Ep. 04

Ripe with chaos, it seems we’ve arrived, with a real life orange Oompa Loompa to the right, & a pants suit wearing Pinocchio on the left side

of both aisles

Aisles that seem more like trials because in the vastly divided middle, there is but one voice,

one voice

crying far above and venting its frustration.

How can we ever be a land of the free if there are those among us denied

basic rights & respect, my it seems we’ve lost our stride. Da-damn media deceivin’ ya, would you be believin’ uh, this scenario, if I told you about it two years since…

Since we lost focus on keeping the focus on Love & Equality.  Yes Love, Yes Equality, because if we can’t be Free, we might as well have those two values going for us.  Yet we value, not, not,

NOT

a single collective thing

That’s why voices sing

That’s why bullets ring

That’s why we’re lost

That’s why we’ve got nothing on moss

Yes the simplest of life, that grows in the Dark, always striving towards the Light.

So I leave you tonight, with these thoughts as we drift along, through our collective Dark Night

of a Shared Soul, one that we are all linked by an invisible thread

If you follow it to the source, you’ll see the yarn’s been spun, long ago written, and here we are just about to drift off to bed

To read

Now read that in the past as read

Tread lightly children, for what of the world are we leaving for our children?

With a vote to the Right, or a vote to the Left, a Nation divided stands without rest, though Greatness sleeps.

Now there lies the rub, ain’t this shit deep!

Uh!

Free Flow 2.0

sometimes I wanna scream,

sometimes I wanna dream

why can’t I soar?

why can’t I find the seam…

to be great?

 

it’s late at night,

I’ve got my fate

clutched in a bottle,

in a puff of smoky hollow

and it’s too

late

 

for what?

 

I don’t know.

do you know?

he-elllllllllllllllll, no.

 

so nowwwwwwww, what?

 

excuse me as I marinate

a new goal,

fueled by dreams

foot on the throttle,

soaring as I sing

these lyrics

with a soft poetic Truth & uh

please let my message seduce

ya

 

into thinking,

into being,

take ya from perceiving to

believing

 

oh please let you follow me

now please let me rest, see

just rest, see

can I rest, please?

 

hollow, so hollow, hollow, I

lost in the smoke and

too many broken bottles, I,

I’m out