A purpose drive

I'm on a flight jet to destiny
Boeing so high I can't hear booing
Claiming the race track in the air
I'm on that track list winners hear
When yet another plaque is won
My glory dance on repeat mode
You know I'm winning every moment
I'm built in towers of excellence
being best at yet another reign
Winning the future by the moment
Subjecting best deeds acclaimed prior
Now is the age of brilliance
I'm addressing my polished state
Making finished art yet better
I'm on the highway to perfection
Foundation of steel
Mould to last a lifetime
Made for the strongest winds
I'm the stoma for great treasures
Wealth labelled priceless
Hidden virtues of the inner being
Rubies terraria can't find
Unspeakable, Indescribable
And just one thing I live for
My purpose, my call
When I'm done, You'll hear encore

Homeless on a sojourn

Home, where my heart belongs
Soul-food, beautiful providence
A word spake you
Rhythm in my head made
Thoughts align in ease
It's simplicity

Pictures we seek, verbatim
Paintings we adore rhythmical
Sojourn you love, that's my perch
Journeys we'd make, that's bliss
The jokes we'd laugh
Striving honesty, evidence of truth
Peter Pan syndrome, Guilty!
You're not a baby
You're my baby

Backpacks we'll grab
And off we go
Spontaneous, Our favorite word
Self acclaimed nerd
I'm just a little undercover at that
Alas the OCD I accept
Living for purpose, seek we both
True meaning
God's intention for mankind
We hate jobs, prefer productivity
Positivity is the drive
Truest deepest things
that's where we live
Meanings, that's what we unfold

Music amazing, dance eclectic
Home, I found none like thee
where in peace I rest
And though on the hill I stand
Right next you're standing tall
In the coldest winter
The warmest cover brought thee

Home, a journey I made
a journey without you
Just a few miles
And off I am
Oh I see thee not
Hopeless where I'd live
Now I'm homeless
I wander the street
My heart's roaming
'Coz I no longer have a home
I'm dancing nude
finding the rhythm
Trying to laugh
Only jokes are dry
Freshness turned paleness
Moscato now sour
Shrooms feel numb
Ecstasy just bare
Home, I need aesthetics
No I want not the house
Oh I need the lasting home.

His will to do

And here, like a bull
I’m, always focused stunting
If I ever fall off,
I hit the ground running
A Bull’s run
Isn’t just automotive rallies
That’s why Chupinazo
Is the biggest in San Fermin
Futuristic I am,
Only the end in sight
Yet I won’t hesitate
the moment I live herewith,
I jump over ropes.
They are standing there, I see
Obstacles wrapped like gold
Luring me I know
Seem a worthy experience
They make you forget quickly
The back to the roots anthem
But futuristic I am,
Death at the end of tunnel
Even that won’t stop luring
But I know the path to choose
I follow a sign that reads 'life'

A bull isn’t always running
At times He stays at ease
When He stands still,
He steps aback in strength
And then a comeback,
A powerful return expect
So, as a bull I am,
Sometimes I hold my peace
Yeah in the midst of fury
Still Focus and re-focus
Threatening paths seen clearly
I take the route of faith
I’m a warrior in this game
In spite what the path says
I know my way home
Too futuristic for noisy gongs
I can't be bothered with these.
I tell you it's what I see
Africa is where honesty is
So I live the future I see,
Trying to make a difference here
And being hopeful for peace.
Craving the change I envision
Thirsting for what's to be,
I know the future is here.
I know we are the dream.

Amidst truest hopes,
It's evident, vision blurs
Trust in myself,
Is danger in itself
I long to take control,
But bad mistakes I make
I'm a sinking Titanic
A bad captain self-made
The road to destruction
Is where my lead paves
But just your will I follow
My journey attains ease
And only your word I revere
Perfection is the future
So my ways seek I forsake
My ignorance aside I lay
And one thing alone I pray
The background only may I play

The amazing simple me

Looking back the years,
Few still they are,
Definition of a gentleman evolved.
I really want to teleport,
I want to see the future,
Or at least know it.
But then is the future written?
Or my own actions determine my destiny
Horoscope is virtually overrated
I love the laugh,
Love every adventure
And even want more.
On a rainy day,
I'll take off my jacket
I don't deny the cold,
But I'll keep the helpless warm.
The person I was made to be,
So unique, can't try to change it.
Respect every race, don't see colors,
Respect every weight, no one paunchy
And so I wonder,
Are my actions human enough?
People don't get me,
But that don't change me
The morality I was born with,
To those who matter, they don't mind
For those who mind, it don't matter
And when it's all said and done,
It comes back to one question
Did I live to be who I was born to be?
Or did I obsess life, trying to be like anyone?
I'd rather the former than the latter.
Easier being me than chasing shadows
Just an amazing simple me.

That the flesh decrease and spirit might live

Lord you want all of me
For me to be in awe of you
But I keep running back and forth
Trying to fix things I can't afford
I know you died for me to live
And life you lived for me to die
To the things of flesh for me to die
A new life desired for me to live
But why is it too hard to believe
That just a man like me you lived
And did the things I can't achieve
A simple life and all you gave
Beyond what strength and pride will gain
A holy life for me to live
Is why you died on Calvary
Your blood to bury all my sins
Your fire to spark my spirit life
So when sin comes, a vice in time
The orgasm reaches it's peak
The pleasure deceives as if its real
But back again it leaves me weak
As if the blunt dissolved in frisk
The blunt is weak it leaves me weak
Your word is peak, it gets me high
My 5 senses the pleasure feel
Erupting blood in the brain cells
And back again a cycle I see
Self condemnation the things I did
It's emptiness, my spirit perceives
The things that make my flesh increase
And oh I pray the flesh decrease
Like air freely my spirit lives
To get me to the holy place
A flight like when the kush I puff
Brings me into a freaky state
But now only your word I puff
And oh the blunt I puff is weak
But blunt is your word, I'll eat and live

Less Precision, playing the background

The street is dead, just a weird looking guy walking down, weird because he was soliloquizing, with a backpack strapped behind him. I watched him as he took every step down the road and then looking further down, a car negotiating a turn, as the man walks by, the car turned, the street is dead again, back to how it was. I popped my head back into the room from the window, it's more like an habit, popping the head out of the window, looking out to watch the quiet of the night. I could stay there for minutes except that this time it snowed 6 - 7 inches in the last 24 hours and when the ice starts to melt, it gets colder, even though I do love the breeze at times when the room gets too warm from the power consuming electric heater, right next to the sliding window. back in the room, a TV show I had watched earlier in the night, "Southland" is on repeat on TNT. The words 'okie dokie smokie' coming out from the mouth of a little kid as if it's the title of this particular episode. I picked up my laptop and looked at the time, it's 12:12 am. What am I doing up at this time? Rains of thought going through my head. I love precision. I'm a man of many plans, I have plans A to Z, but recently things have not been working all according to plans, several issues waiting to be resolved. I still know me and I'm still very conscious of what I want from life, but pointless as it may be at times, plans might not work the exact way we want it. All I can muse right now is a word of prayer 'Lord, my human and physical endeavors may fail but at the time when I reach my dead end, mostly that is the time you show up to lead the way for your glory. Give me direction. Give me direction. Let me not be lost. Give me direction. I can play the background, but please take the lead.

Do you think of sulfur when you think of Dafur? (Slam Poetry)

I don't think of sulfur when I think of dafur.
Yet sulfur aids gun powders in a city of war.
I see an old friend and forgot their sibling's name
I guess I'm too blessed to reflect my real name
Do I know my mates are full of depression?
What if I do what could I really do?
How often do I ask a brother if they're broke?
I cooked my favorite food and let the trash eat it
But trust me that's not an option for a King in Haiti
I woke up to work this morning groaning
Cairo woke to war this morning, what shall she do?
I'm too blessed to be stressed yet clenching fist to get all I expect
I'm unapologetic of rebellion to order
But Tunis is faced with protest of a new Arab world order
BGE, COMCAST, POWER ELECTRIC and others
I'm humpy grumpy snappy cranky grouchy pissy. Attitude.
I forgot easily my eyes fed with the pity of Makoko slum. Ingratitude.
So, Do you think of sulfur when you think of Dafur?
Yes sulfur aids gunpowder in a city of war

How not to be a junkie

I have often wondered why God created the apple in the garden of Eden and yet against his 'creating everything that is good skills', told man to stay away from it, the same God who made grapes, hops, cereal grains like malted barley, wheat, rice and corn and still in his manual to us, warns not to be drunken with wine. Who created plants for bubblegum Kush, Marijuana, Weed, blunts, the green or whatever it is called? Why would He create something and want us to stay away from it?

I concluded that God uses even the things He made to teach us sacrifice. why can't most people try a jellyfish? If everything was edible and consumable, there would be no need to discipline ourselves of anything, whereas discipline is a virtue that God extols. Heb 12:6 'for those whom the Lord loves He disciplines' Proverbs 12:1 'Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge'

On the other hand, these substances strips men naked of their dignity just in the same vein like the apple did in the garden of Eden. Alcohol and drugs are those major substances that induces most of the moral decadence in our society today. Most murderers are cowards when they are not high. Most rapists can't touch a woman without being drunk. Most robbers need certain drugs before they can go ahead with their mission. Most women have a sense of decency without Hennessy.

So, the next time you look around, see that not everything that seem pleasing to the eyes is worthy of the body to partake. To justify every illegitimate act against His will, we can always find an excuse, but in the end the serpent never tells the consequences of the apple before he offers a well shaped fruit. (I wonder why we still eat apples, must it have been another fruit back then. j/k). To yield our body as a living sacrifice, we cannot make every substance an 'inbox worthy archive'. We have to sieve what belongs to junk mail and spam into a recycle bin and delete unwanted inwardness.
Romans 12:1 'I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, [which is] your reasonable service'

What's your take on yielding our bodies as a living sacrifice unto God? How can we effectively yield against the desires of the flesh? I would love and appreciate different views, please keep it coming. Thanks for the comments and have a terrific week.