I keep going back to her page
A lioness
Stalkning my prey
Because by the time I’m ready to punce
Every single ounce of essential information
Is mine for the taking
Making THIS
My greatest
Kill
Yet.
Gotta love those folks who introduced Big Broth’a back in the day
Because they lead the way
For me to dissect every single word that she types
the letters sending vibrations
and I’m concentrating
just trying to get a semblance of you.
Because every other line pertains to you
And I know she’s not fronting
Because the vibrations from those letters
I felt the same things for you too.
But as eyes read those lines
A second
And a third time
It starts to boil
The predator that lurks, and every now and then I have to spoil.
So your little friend has the irresistible pleasure of being my prey
This lioness is passed angry that she slipped in and took
The king
Of my jungle
Now we bout to rumble
Call it Foreman vs Ali
And I’ma float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
Leaving cuts so small
By the time she notices
The blood
It’ll be TOO LATE to scream.
But no horrific
Animalistic scene will this be
I’ma lioness
A lady
I’ma do this
Subliminally.
© 2011 Enigma
Monday, January 31, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Internally Seeded
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Her price
Far above the rubies
Adorning the loving hand’s of this gate keeper.
The gate through which every soul transforms
Then manifests
Created in the womb of Auset,
The light that Jehovah said, “Be”
And she was.
With hands that encompass the strength of David against Goliath
Hands that wash clothes
Soothe kings
Nurture nations.
Yes the creator trust in the heart from which these hands operate
Because this woman
Radiates,
Love.
She,
Is endowed,
With righteousness;
The personification of truth.
Fruits of her spirit plant vineyards
Fertilized with the word of God
So deeply rooted
That when she speaks, jewels of wisdom rain out like,
“Don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing”
And even though you many not understand what she means,
You know that God speaks through a queen,
Giving knowledge
to the nations that she
Has birthed.
Covering them with prayers,
because She
Has the power to speak life,
into little children afraid of bullies
And into big children with broken spirits.
She is truly the mother to every soul on the planet.
The comfort provided to give peace
In this created space intended for paradise
Transformed through the eyes of flesh
Into a place far less
Than Eden.
And that’s why she is the gift
Supreme
Because within her dwells the key to every dream,
Closed eyes dreaming of a place of peace.
Virtuous like
Coretta next to Martin
Assata, standing alone
Like Martha and Edith
Virtuosity internally seeded in every passing thought
Word spoken
Shoulder given,
For tears.
Children arise and call her blessed
And you would start to second guess
If I told you that I, am her
And so are you, and you, and you, and her too.
See virtuous spirit all women possess
The essence of God beats with each thump in our chest
Every
Exhale…
Of the breath
We
Just have to learn to listen when she speaks.
So the next time that it’s asked, “Who can find a virtuous woman?”
We will heart that strong still voice say
Here she is,
I AM
She.
© 2010 Enigma
Her price
Far above the rubies
Adorning the loving hand’s of this gate keeper.
The gate through which every soul transforms
Then manifests
Created in the womb of Auset,
The light that Jehovah said, “Be”
And she was.
With hands that encompass the strength of David against Goliath
Hands that wash clothes
Soothe kings
Nurture nations.
Yes the creator trust in the heart from which these hands operate
Because this woman
Radiates,
Love.
She,
Is endowed,
With righteousness;
The personification of truth.
Fruits of her spirit plant vineyards
Fertilized with the word of God
So deeply rooted
That when she speaks, jewels of wisdom rain out like,
“Don’t let your left hand know what your right hand is doing”
And even though you many not understand what she means,
You know that God speaks through a queen,
Giving knowledge
to the nations that she
Has birthed.
Covering them with prayers,
because She
Has the power to speak life,
into little children afraid of bullies
And into big children with broken spirits.
She is truly the mother to every soul on the planet.
The comfort provided to give peace
In this created space intended for paradise
Transformed through the eyes of flesh
Into a place far less
Than Eden.
And that’s why she is the gift
Supreme
Because within her dwells the key to every dream,
Closed eyes dreaming of a place of peace.
Virtuous like
Coretta next to Martin
Assata, standing alone
Like Martha and Edith
Virtuosity internally seeded in every passing thought
Word spoken
Shoulder given,
For tears.
Children arise and call her blessed
And you would start to second guess
If I told you that I, am her
And so are you, and you, and you, and her too.
See virtuous spirit all women possess
The essence of God beats with each thump in our chest
Every
Exhale…
Of the breath
We
Just have to learn to listen when she speaks.
So the next time that it’s asked, “Who can find a virtuous woman?”
We will heart that strong still voice say
Here she is,
I AM
She.
© 2010 Enigma
Wings
Sometimes
I wish I had wings
So that I can spread them and fly, up
Out of this reality because it
No longer
Belongs
To me.
The moment by moment struggles,
Ya’ll I’m tired
Of this battle between my spirit and my flesh
I just need rest
Need wings.
But I’m choking, on ashes, flashes of what my life has been
I try to stand strong but sometimes I just feel like giving in.
2 tears in a bucket
Fu-Get this thing we call life synonymous with the strife that we all go through,
Like
Living paycheck to paycheck;
Dead end job
In a world gone wrong.
I keep asking God WHY?
Saying the same prayers
Singing the same songs
Crying tears ya’ll I’ve cried so long
Over
Edith
Martha
Al
Ray
Duke
Ann
Jordan
Dre
Cuda
Shimiko
All souls passed on.
Wonder what verses they would spit
If they were still poets in this script
And at times feeling guilty because I,
Was blessed to see another day.
My numbers say master but how can I build
When moment by moment I create wounds that need love time and prayer to heal.
Do you not hear my screams
Or are you entertained by my pleas of help me?
Ya’ll I just need a little peace
I just wish,
I just wish I had wings.
But I’m choking
In ashes
Flashes
Of what my life could be.
I’d like to call myself phoenix
But I can’t seem to rise
And regardless of how many times that smokescreen covers my eyes
Whispering…
How high it’ll take me,
Ya’ll I know it’s all lies.
But my mind doesn’t mind being fed stories for a while
Yet my spirit is dying in this unloving place.
I wish you could see my cry for help
And sometimes,
I just wish I had wings
To lift me out of this reality that no longer belongs to me.
And I’ve never known man to spread his arms and fly
But even that won’t stop me
Because my numbers say master
The ashes feel like plaster
Covering the place my wings should be
I’m a clipped angel fallen from Jehovah’s feet
But this thing called life ya’ll,
CAN’T
CONTAIN
ME!
© October 2010 Enigma
I wish I had wings
So that I can spread them and fly, up
Out of this reality because it
No longer
Belongs
To me.
The moment by moment struggles,
Ya’ll I’m tired
Of this battle between my spirit and my flesh
I just need rest
Need wings.
But I’m choking, on ashes, flashes of what my life has been
I try to stand strong but sometimes I just feel like giving in.
2 tears in a bucket
Fu-Get this thing we call life synonymous with the strife that we all go through,
Like
Living paycheck to paycheck;
Dead end job
In a world gone wrong.
I keep asking God WHY?
Saying the same prayers
Singing the same songs
Crying tears ya’ll I’ve cried so long
Over
Edith
Martha
Al
Ray
Duke
Ann
Jordan
Dre
Cuda
Shimiko
All souls passed on.
Wonder what verses they would spit
If they were still poets in this script
And at times feeling guilty because I,
Was blessed to see another day.
My numbers say master but how can I build
When moment by moment I create wounds that need love time and prayer to heal.
Do you not hear my screams
Or are you entertained by my pleas of help me?
Ya’ll I just need a little peace
I just wish,
I just wish I had wings.
But I’m choking
In ashes
Flashes
Of what my life could be.
I’d like to call myself phoenix
But I can’t seem to rise
And regardless of how many times that smokescreen covers my eyes
Whispering…
How high it’ll take me,
Ya’ll I know it’s all lies.
But my mind doesn’t mind being fed stories for a while
Yet my spirit is dying in this unloving place.
I wish you could see my cry for help
And sometimes,
I just wish I had wings
To lift me out of this reality that no longer belongs to me.
And I’ve never known man to spread his arms and fly
But even that won’t stop me
Because my numbers say master
The ashes feel like plaster
Covering the place my wings should be
I’m a clipped angel fallen from Jehovah’s feet
But this thing called life ya’ll,
CAN’T
CONTAIN
ME!
© October 2010 Enigma
The Air I Breathe
He spit the words from his lips
The magnetic gate from which my breath comes
Unaware that the release of such venom
Put a slight rip in my left atrium
Leaving me wounded;
“Bitch, I hate the air you breathe”
Were the words that he said to me
Because he, like so many others
Did not understand the impact of my reality.
The very center of his universe, the tender fingers realeasing tension
In his shoulders
From him holding
His position as Atlas.
The world on his shoulders,
Got him slumped over
At times feeling like it’s over
The effects that the hatred of him by society causes
Feeling like, he ain’t meant to survive cuz it’s a set up,
But he’s got to keep his head up
So as his woman I place two fingers
Right below his chin,
To remind him to…
Keep
Striving.
That all in life is vanity
Conspiracy
To prevent us from evolving spiritually
Keeping us trapped
In this rat maze.
I tell him, that “Greater is He who is in thee that he who is in the world”
And even thought you were misinformed
You’ve got to remember
Who
You
Are.
See I took all that was me and gave birth
To him.
Nurtured
The God inside
Yet he hung me on a cross.
Did Caesar like Brutus
Judas
With kisses he betrayed me
Killed me
When that venom sprang from his lips.
I had planted his soil with my seed
Yet he depleted me with four constonants and a vowel.
So no, he didn’t understand
Why I went ham
Thought I was Tyson
But I swung
When I really wanted to bite him.
The tear in my left atrium running deeper
Causing me to fall deepr and deeper
I couldn’t see
Deeper into insanity.
And at this point,
That’a all I remember
And I hope you see that I am not guilty
My actions the result of the injury
I suffered when he spat
“Bitch, I hate the air you breathe”
Because the air I breathed was he, yet he didn’t understand.
© August 2010 Enigma
The magnetic gate from which my breath comes
Unaware that the release of such venom
Put a slight rip in my left atrium
Leaving me wounded;
“Bitch, I hate the air you breathe”
Were the words that he said to me
Because he, like so many others
Did not understand the impact of my reality.
The very center of his universe, the tender fingers realeasing tension
In his shoulders
From him holding
His position as Atlas.
The world on his shoulders,
Got him slumped over
At times feeling like it’s over
The effects that the hatred of him by society causes
Feeling like, he ain’t meant to survive cuz it’s a set up,
But he’s got to keep his head up
So as his woman I place two fingers
Right below his chin,
To remind him to…
Keep
Striving.
That all in life is vanity
Conspiracy
To prevent us from evolving spiritually
Keeping us trapped
In this rat maze.
I tell him, that “Greater is He who is in thee that he who is in the world”
And even thought you were misinformed
You’ve got to remember
Who
You
Are.
See I took all that was me and gave birth
To him.
Nurtured
The God inside
Yet he hung me on a cross.
Did Caesar like Brutus
Judas
With kisses he betrayed me
Killed me
When that venom sprang from his lips.
I had planted his soil with my seed
Yet he depleted me with four constonants and a vowel.
So no, he didn’t understand
Why I went ham
Thought I was Tyson
But I swung
When I really wanted to bite him.
The tear in my left atrium running deeper
Causing me to fall deepr and deeper
I couldn’t see
Deeper into insanity.
And at this point,
That’a all I remember
And I hope you see that I am not guilty
My actions the result of the injury
I suffered when he spat
“Bitch, I hate the air you breathe”
Because the air I breathed was he, yet he didn’t understand.
© August 2010 Enigma
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Chasing Ghosts
Today, I was driving down that long, sometimes short strip of highway that takes you from the part of town leading to liberty, to that side of town that goes to Georgia.
And shortly after passing the hotdog store, you know, the one that always has people dressed up in that hot, sweat inducing corny looking hot dog suit, dancing
and waving
at you
as if their antics are actually enough to make you take that right turn up into the parking lot,
get out of your air conditioned car
to eat their corny looking lil hotdogs filled with poison.
Nah, me, I always just toot my horn, and keep right on moving.
So, shortly after passing the hotdog store, I see this person; Black,
about 5’7”
white, purple stripped jersey
and some white shorts.
Short shorts
revealing 3 quarters length of the legs.
And the walk, was a mixture of, “ssssh, I know I’m cute
and a walk similar to that of a person suffering from paranoia.
The hair style was short
looked like the curl Faye put in her head.
trying to escape the programming of the perm
incapable of seeing that they were all the same
killing the naturally connecting coils…
You know; naps,
that what you like to call them.
Short, curl styled hair…
and finally I made it to his eyes, 17 years older than his physique portrayed.
Black
like the soles of the shows on my feet,
were the bottom of his eye lids.
Looked like the eyes of a man
who just took that one chance
that lead to more roads of the ghost he was trying to grab hold of.
His mind so blown that
he walks with a switch better than mine,
with just a hint of stank,
to let you know that even thought he may be mistaken for a ooooooo
he will jack
up
ya grill
with the incomprehensible strength of the hulk.
Mind
so
blown,
running.
Chasing ghosts.
Made me think of which ghosts I’m chasing
instead of trying to pity
him.
Looked at me, driving down the street
pretending I have it all together.
When the truth is at times, I don’t know
whether I want to stay
or to leave.
Have Scottie beam me up
because this world
does not belong to me.
Feeling as if I keep waking up, only to have the same dream…
9-5
9-5
9-5
and the hours in between, not much work done so it seems that I am roaming around aimlessly…
like, the guy on bypass 28
running from legions
chasing his ghosts in the streets
chasing my ghosts, continuing to live life asleep
running
from legions…
Chasing…. ghosts.
© 2010 Enigma
And shortly after passing the hotdog store, you know, the one that always has people dressed up in that hot, sweat inducing corny looking hot dog suit, dancing
and waving
at you
as if their antics are actually enough to make you take that right turn up into the parking lot,
get out of your air conditioned car
to eat their corny looking lil hotdogs filled with poison.
Nah, me, I always just toot my horn, and keep right on moving.
So, shortly after passing the hotdog store, I see this person; Black,
about 5’7”
white, purple stripped jersey
and some white shorts.
Short shorts
revealing 3 quarters length of the legs.
And the walk, was a mixture of, “ssssh, I know I’m cute
and a walk similar to that of a person suffering from paranoia.
The hair style was short
looked like the curl Faye put in her head.
trying to escape the programming of the perm
incapable of seeing that they were all the same
killing the naturally connecting coils…
You know; naps,
that what you like to call them.
Short, curl styled hair…
and finally I made it to his eyes, 17 years older than his physique portrayed.
Black
like the soles of the shows on my feet,
were the bottom of his eye lids.
Looked like the eyes of a man
who just took that one chance
that lead to more roads of the ghost he was trying to grab hold of.
His mind so blown that
he walks with a switch better than mine,
with just a hint of stank,
to let you know that even thought he may be mistaken for a ooooooo
he will jack
up
ya grill
with the incomprehensible strength of the hulk.
Mind
so
blown,
running.
Chasing ghosts.
Made me think of which ghosts I’m chasing
instead of trying to pity
him.
Looked at me, driving down the street
pretending I have it all together.
When the truth is at times, I don’t know
whether I want to stay
or to leave.
Have Scottie beam me up
because this world
does not belong to me.
Feeling as if I keep waking up, only to have the same dream…
9-5
9-5
9-5
and the hours in between, not much work done so it seems that I am roaming around aimlessly…
like, the guy on bypass 28
running from legions
chasing his ghosts in the streets
chasing my ghosts, continuing to live life asleep
running
from legions…
Chasing…. ghosts.
© 2010 Enigma
Fire
“An essential component of fire is oxygen”
and every word spoken from this poet’s lips is…
oxygen in motion, energy
comprised of verbal infernos
scorching synapses sending signals signifying self to
awaken.
Out of the dream and into the reality that everything ain’t what it seems;
awaken
and walk in line with the highest beings.
“A persistent chemical reaction”
like that of the vibrations proceeding from my center
conceiving insight into paths leading out this prism.
Knowing that their story is our story
that your story is my story
that we are not alone, traveling
on this journey.
“That release heat and light”
emanating
from inner being
overstanding what the Kemetics conveyed with the sphinx.
that your lower man submit
to the reign the highest being
Knowing that you were told
One, cannot serve TWO gods
like that of your higher, to your lower being.
So allow your spiritual man to rise
train
that animal to cease.
And I’m Laying foundations so that my life is the epitome
my lower man serving the highest being
so
in
tune
from the root to the crown;
One.
Healing myself, my people, the earth
so that his will be done
like it is in heaven
right here on earth
giving
birth
the image of the creator in me.
Creating
“Persistent chemical reactions that release heat and light”
in the form of consonants and vowels
syllables, structure, syntax.
Touching you through showing me
igniting
inviting
you
to see
the light.
Eradicate all falsifying
emancipate truth
starting with self then reaching out to you.
Ablazing minds
Now is the time
now
is the time
to….
WAKE UP.
By inhaling the essential components of my being
poetry.
Feel the warmth
climbing then
spiraling
down
down
down
into the center of your solar system
birth
of a star
Fire.
The reflections of my words stimulating your mental, spiritual, metaphysical
I
sense you scorching
the aftermath of this verbal inferno
causing you to have reactions
feet tapping
leg shaking
persistent, persistent,
“persistent chemical reactions”
I know you’re trying come on baby don’t fake it….
“that release heat and light”
unleash
subdue
smolder…
Like the words from my mouth
the meditations of my heart:
Fuel
Igniting
Rumination
Eternally.
I told ya,
I
spit
fire.
(c) 2010 Enigma
and every word spoken from this poet’s lips is…
oxygen in motion, energy
comprised of verbal infernos
scorching synapses sending signals signifying self to
awaken.
Out of the dream and into the reality that everything ain’t what it seems;
awaken
and walk in line with the highest beings.
“A persistent chemical reaction”
like that of the vibrations proceeding from my center
conceiving insight into paths leading out this prism.
Knowing that their story is our story
that your story is my story
that we are not alone, traveling
on this journey.
“That release heat and light”
emanating
from inner being
overstanding what the Kemetics conveyed with the sphinx.
that your lower man submit
to the reign the highest being
Knowing that you were told
One, cannot serve TWO gods
like that of your higher, to your lower being.
So allow your spiritual man to rise
train
that animal to cease.
And I’m Laying foundations so that my life is the epitome
my lower man serving the highest being
so
in
tune
from the root to the crown;
One.
Healing myself, my people, the earth
so that his will be done
like it is in heaven
right here on earth
giving
birth
the image of the creator in me.
Creating
“Persistent chemical reactions that release heat and light”
in the form of consonants and vowels
syllables, structure, syntax.
Touching you through showing me
igniting
inviting
you
to see
the light.
Eradicate all falsifying
emancipate truth
starting with self then reaching out to you.
Ablazing minds
Now is the time
now
is the time
to….
WAKE UP.
By inhaling the essential components of my being
poetry.
Feel the warmth
climbing then
spiraling
down
down
down
into the center of your solar system
birth
of a star
Fire.
The reflections of my words stimulating your mental, spiritual, metaphysical
I
sense you scorching
the aftermath of this verbal inferno
causing you to have reactions
feet tapping
leg shaking
persistent, persistent,
“persistent chemical reactions”
I know you’re trying come on baby don’t fake it….
“that release heat and light”
unleash
subdue
smolder…
Like the words from my mouth
the meditations of my heart:
Fuel
Igniting
Rumination
Eternally.
I told ya,
I
spit
fire.
(c) 2010 Enigma
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Tears
I am angry
because I thought I cried my last tear,
yesterday.
But the sun is cradled in the arms of the sky and with this occurrence a new batch of tears has manifest.
I’m not angry because of their reappearance.
I’m angry because with this new expedition I believed that I would finally reach my point,
The point of not return,
The end.
The end of the games
The lying
The playing.
The end of non love being dressed up to look like love because the giver was unaware that outside appearances can indeed look the same.
Failing to realize that it’s the light that shines from within that you must discern.
I believed I had reached the point,
The point of no return.
The point where blows weren’t returned in place of love.
Deceit in place of truth.
Stagnation in place of growth.
Because being at the receiving end, I could no longer take any more...
Blows to this heart of mine
No more deceit transferred as truth within my mind.
No more promises of “baby I’ll do better” only to sit and wait and wait and sit
And at 7 seconds to the final hour realize that better was really a euphemism for
Technically never.
Through those season I cried so many tears.
Tears from the corner of my eyes,
Some falling from the inside and outside
Or filled to the rim and over flowing
Even though I tried my damnedest to keep them in.
I cried hurt tears
Scared, sometimes terrified tears,
I can’t do this shit no mo’ tears.
I’ll kill this nigga tears
Oh so this mofo must think I’m stupid tears
But he really bout to see my crazy, tears.
I cried confused, unhappy, unwanted, unappreciated, uncelebrated...
Tears.
Cried so many tears for 28 seasons.
So when the seasons changed, I thought I would no longer need the tears
After all, for everything there is a season.
And I had passed through so many deaths, that I believed this was finally my season of life.
And it was, it is, but even in life, you cry...
Tears.
Tears of happiness, renewal, growth.
Tears because what I had been through I don’t have to go through anymore.
Tears because where I am, is no longer where I was and where I’m going...
I control.
But, regardless of the season and who is or isn’t on the expedition with me
I can count on my tears because they continuously cleanse
Allowing me to release.
(c) Enigma May 28, 2010
because I thought I cried my last tear,
yesterday.
But the sun is cradled in the arms of the sky and with this occurrence a new batch of tears has manifest.
I’m not angry because of their reappearance.
I’m angry because with this new expedition I believed that I would finally reach my point,
The point of not return,
The end.
The end of the games
The lying
The playing.
The end of non love being dressed up to look like love because the giver was unaware that outside appearances can indeed look the same.
Failing to realize that it’s the light that shines from within that you must discern.
I believed I had reached the point,
The point of no return.
The point where blows weren’t returned in place of love.
Deceit in place of truth.
Stagnation in place of growth.
Because being at the receiving end, I could no longer take any more...
Blows to this heart of mine
No more deceit transferred as truth within my mind.
No more promises of “baby I’ll do better” only to sit and wait and wait and sit
And at 7 seconds to the final hour realize that better was really a euphemism for
Technically never.
Through those season I cried so many tears.
Tears from the corner of my eyes,
Some falling from the inside and outside
Or filled to the rim and over flowing
Even though I tried my damnedest to keep them in.
I cried hurt tears
Scared, sometimes terrified tears,
I can’t do this shit no mo’ tears.
I’ll kill this nigga tears
Oh so this mofo must think I’m stupid tears
But he really bout to see my crazy, tears.
I cried confused, unhappy, unwanted, unappreciated, uncelebrated...
Tears.
Cried so many tears for 28 seasons.
So when the seasons changed, I thought I would no longer need the tears
After all, for everything there is a season.
And I had passed through so many deaths, that I believed this was finally my season of life.
And it was, it is, but even in life, you cry...
Tears.
Tears of happiness, renewal, growth.
Tears because what I had been through I don’t have to go through anymore.
Tears because where I am, is no longer where I was and where I’m going...
I control.
But, regardless of the season and who is or isn’t on the expedition with me
I can count on my tears because they continuously cleanse
Allowing me to release.
(c) Enigma May 28, 2010
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