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Do I Really Exist?

Questioning Consciousness

Can I transform myself? Can I make myself sane…
Or more loving or unselfish? Is that my wish?
It would seem necessary to be these fine ways
If I am to be nurtured by other folks’ praise.
When I feel I can’t do it, I’m rather sluggish
In pursuit of direction, so I act in vain.

So much says I can’t do it, but I say I can.
Gravity is an odd consequence of time/space.
This aspect makes it seem alien of nature
But indeed how can that be? Earth can but assure
That itself and I are one. I fully embrace
What this is that I’m part of as one humbled man.

Within time and space equal, all that I can do
Can’t be done because I don’t exist in that way –
An ego-separated personality.
An idea based on a fake feeling of me
Is what passes for presence each and every day.
Putting things right is futile in absence of clue.

Things exist that I can and cannot do. That’s fine.
I would pay due respect, here, knowing I’ve no choice.
All that goes on of itself is all part of me…
Which includes all of this earth most naturally.
It and I are a mutually passive voice
With no message specific. Such Being Is Mine.

Invictus

The Invincible One

The dark night of the soul of all humanity
Blankets me in a blackness, the darkest I’ve known
Since the virus of racism caught humankind
In the hell made a battlefield of the sick mind.
Nonetheless I am thankful that I’m not alone.
By divinity power is given to me.

I remember past challenges. I was constrained
Yet I showed no discomfort nor did I complain.
Beaten brutally by unyielding circumstance,
I am given much more than a black snowball’s chance
To rise up like the phoenix with heaven to gain.
Looking on toward the future, my pride is maintained.

Though the challenge seem futile as death changes ways
It can have its way with us, sincere is my hope
That the same God who strengthens me will help me do
Everything in our powers to rightly subdue
The dark shadow that threatens all. On the tightrope
In a serious circus, I want for no praise.

Matters not does it how dark night gets before dawn.
Fully am I prepared, for robust is my will
Through incurred purgatories. I am the master
Of my fate and the captain (as I’d most prefer
It be always) of my soul and its expert skill.
United we combat illness until it’s gone.

Ancient Kemet

Roots Of Civilization

Many ancient stone carvings found in Africa
Somewhere in upper Egypt a few decades back
Have the features of black folk. Is this a surprise?
It’s a fact, just like taxes, that no one denies.
Would it be of concern to me were I not black?
There’s a reason for why I’m in America.

Yet the average negro with eyes cannot see
The resemblance most blatant. While still yet asleep
The connection is dismissed. But why is this so?
One would think one’s own history is cool to know.
Tribal waters, when entered, can then become deep.
I must know where I come from so I can be free.

Knowing myself can’t free me from acts done in hate.
I avoid confrontation head on and get by
With sincere understanding of what makes me proud.
In the midst of a race war need my voice be loud?
Human teams all have uniforms. That would imply
That we came here to play but mostly to create.

They were masterful chemists. Indelible dyes
They concocted. For work lasting six thousand years,
Today still they are treasured and kept on display.
Someday our viral hate may be treated this way.
Handfuls of human heritage mitigate fears.
Going to the museum is something most wise.

Happy With What I Do?

The Vocation of Being

The Workforce with its power is just not enough
To blow past the established wealth of the elite.
It would take innovation that most can’t afford,
So they work jobs that may pay well but leave them bored
To the depths of their souls. This kind of self-defeat
Ruthlessly sucks the life force. Despair cannot bluff.

There are two types of people. One are of a kind
Who feel safe in stability. Conservative,
They prefer stable income and steady workflow.
They are unlike the others whose passion to go
After what they love doing makes them creative
In their ways of risk management and peace of mind.

Judgement is not appropriate to cast upon
Those who find satisfaction in their comfort zone.
Circumstances dictate choices that can be made.
One can be happy in them or maybe afraid
That endured discontent the health cannot condone.
One may fret in seclusion and become withdrawn.

Some must go for the passion in all that they do.
Wasted energy on work that doesn’t feel good
Becomes dense and sclerotic. To be more alive
Is to trust in one’s true worth. The need to survive
Is by infinite intelligence understood.
  When it’s time to move on, always there’s something new.

Heroic Justice

Regaining Self-Respect

Loyalties, though conflicting, won’t chase him away.
He will stay and face consequences without fear.
Arising above dark situations, he shows
His heroic commitment. Most everyone knows
He is ardent and playful with those who are dear.
With devotion through peril he does save the day.

 Somewhat crude and aggressive, his challenges are
Gruff but with certain innocence, therefore benign.
Cockiness is an issue. He likes to show off
His fine physical skills to which others may scoff.
The diamond in the making now rough will be fine
Because good times and laughter do make him a star.

Striving hard to please others, he shows little shame.
When his mother is present he is submissive
Which provides healthy balance to his rougher side.
His fate he must determine with courage and pride.
Habits of rude behavior are hard to forgive
Unless there’s a good chance that his nature will tame.

What it takes is a lioness to round him out
And evoke the compassion and deepness of heart
Of the beast of the badlands. Homecoming is sweet
Among those who once scorned him. Now they warmly greet
He who is one of their own. It is a fresh start
To an ongoing story. There is little doubt.