A Convenient Shade

A convenient shade,
E'en a shell could do,
A companion made,
While fair eyes pursue.

Sip the sweet,
Heart of honey and manna dew,
A soul deplete,
But the fair made anew.

Baiting, baiting,
Abruptly ends,
A broken heart,
Left to mend.

Left alone,
While fair hand-in-hand,
Comfort companion,
Nothing more than a broken man.

Poem In Progress

Timeless beauty that never wanes,

the bod may sleep,

but spirit remains,

be still my heart,

be quick my brain,

for the lady walks in truth,

and bears His name.

Prized over gold and Midus' touch-

jewels, gemstones, and the such,

are light as air to virtuous,

and as dull and dark as Erebus.

2nd Letter to Layla Khepri

You have a flow,
but you spit the same thing.
Life isn't about paper stacks,
your gold leaves a green ring.
You've got the game confused...
You don't know what you rep.
You're growing backwards.
This isn't an evolutionary step,
it's a mutation that is killing the scene.
I'm not trying to be mean,
this is more of a lament.
You're throwing a precious gift away,
misusing your talent.

Jewels in the Rough

These girls are daughters of the King,
so treat 'em like nothing less,
but ladies you need to show less skin,
and show more self-respect.
Dress more modestly,
girl cover up that chest.
Besides,
Christian men should be more interested in what's above the neck.

Heck,
if you can keep your lusts in check,
like Paul said-
it's better to be celibate.

But some of you are slaves to your sin,
lookin' in a mirror that's tellin' you you're gay.
You may have been left to your perversions,
but you don't have to choose to live that way.
Sophisticated sophists-
how can you carry His name in vain,
and make claims on His behalf.
He made it plain,
Old and New Testaments say the same.

You can't manipulate the Word that came in flesh,
that always was and always will be.
Can't you see,
it's an excuse you give me.
You know what you should do and should be,
but you're afraid of what you'll have to give up,
but I won't give up.
I'm praying that you'll come back home,
it's never too late,
and remember-
you're not alone.

My Transformation

LORD thank You for coming into my life,
even though times get tough,
I look up and I'm basking in Your light,
even in my weakness you carried me through the strife,
and that's why I strive to live my life-
to glorify you in everything I do.
Even when I didn't follow after You,
You kept knocking,
convicting,
You still pursued,
You stuck to me like glue,
and I knew-
there was nothing that I could do-
to save myself, in the end it's You-
that will make all things new,
Father make me new.

And these folks see me different,
my compassion seems odd,
but I think it's because they're not seeing me,
but seeing reflections of my God,
honestly,
it makes me want to sob-
that cruelty is expected,
still an invaluable life,
but low-income,
disrespected,
they're hopeless in this world,
Spirit disconnected,
but I feel elected-
to tell 'em that they've been selected,
by a beautiful Sacrifice that was equally rejected.
Selah!

Sleep

Thick, and without form- darkness,
pierced by opaque light,
gradually diffusing starkness,
muffles the one with sight.
Receiver of white noise,
shivers the chill's bite.
Band of fleeting decoys,
startled by a striking clock,
reminds the dream "deploy",
and retreat with the morning cock.

Letter to Layla Khepri

Noticeable filler, killer beats. 
Still a rookie, no elite. 
You got talent, 
but need to focus those laser beams into a steady stream. 
Set yourself apart from the scene. 
Do your lyrics have to be obscene? 
Cut the silly stuff and come clean. 
No beef- just a critique from someone that reps the power of the Nazarene.
DJ PK Peace.

The Despair of a Love Song

He knows her eyes completely,
Her piercing stare,
Her arms fair skin- when lit,
Faintly covered in light brown hair,
And her perfume that distracts.
Does he not despair?
Dare the yellow fog profess to one so gentle and so fair?

Fair and Sweet Hummingbird

Fair and sweet Hummingbird,
with withered branches I yearn,
I sit restless, breathless, for your return.

I retrace your dart,
fluttering from flower to flower,
I remember your exit,
left with a bitter taste when the nectar went sour.

Alas, I can only bend and creak,
If only Boreas and Zephyr could bless me to speak,
and fly through my leaves,
then I would whisper a plea,
"Bird of Paradise, please forgive me".

My Hope

A Hades dew upon my brow,
shallow graves beneath my view,
to a shadowed horseman do I bow,

by his orders I am subdued,
the dagger in the back is black with rot,
Hope fights back 'til one day removed,

by serpent snares we are caught,
gnawing- helpless to be free,
remove the flesh that we are not,

Savior Hope- my remedy.

Trojan Heart

Trojan heart,
What a clever ruse.
Musings amuse not the muse.

Hands strike the water-
Breaking its reflection.
Cringing at the visage-
Distorted from rejection of the hearts affections.

Oh but if love were quenchable and the waters deep!
I'd hold it's hoary head beneath,
Silencing its sighs for sweet kisses on sweet cheeks.

Oh what honey laden sentiments!
"No mount too high, no valley too steep."
Beauty's words that fall shallow,
And desires not but ankle-deep.

Worry not-
The pen will stay,
The words will keep.
In the end,
The poet's heart will learn to sleep.

Strong In Spirit

I rap like writin' lyrics is simplistic,
I hit the stage and tear the mic up like I'm sadistic,
knowledge of a mystic,
let's be realistic,
God is my witness,
so I'm gonna witness,
though my flesh is listless,
I'm bench pressin' His word for spiritual fitness,
my sins are too many to list,
But God died for this misfit,
I'm in love just a mite bit,
and there's no separating us from it,
He heals my soul like a med kit,
and it's God I rhyme,
He's the only reason I spit,
there's nothing better I must admit,
and I'll stay on my grind until my throat is slit,
or I'm fed to the lions,
thrown in a pit,
'cause I'm guilty,
the punishment is fit,
But I stand here victorious,
demons hit with a crit,
not from my own mits,
but they got spiritually licked.

Streetlight Confessional

My dark ways are bright in the street light,
cornered by guilt,
I put up my fists, but I can't fight the truth.

I'm sickened at the sight of my true reflection,
self-inspection,
where's my innocence?

The little boy inside avoids detection,
it wants nothing to do with the man that lacks discretion,
I don't know where to turn,
like I've lost my directions,
but You permeate my soul,
and Your grace clears my thoughts like an effervescence,

I begin to pour out my heart to the Creator in my confessions,
all is forgiven,
and You tell me Your love for me never lessens.

Vexing Bright Star

Bright Star,
were I as steadfast in beauty as thou art,
Galileo's folly,
curse these lids apart,
nay curse Aphrodite's volley,
the infliction from the start,
tracing brash wisdom,
Oedipus did impart,
lest this Siren with talons,
rend both flesh and heart.

Bring Me to God

Beauty,
wild like a beast,
I fear to tame,
Empyrean portals,
like the ferryman's orbs of flame,
absolve my heart,
find no blame,
like the Divine Poet,
I'll traverse the plains,
my desire,
to answer the call of Beatrice by other name,
if you have open arms,
I'll endure the pain.

Formless

Verse 1:
Unmolded clay to the masses,
you shape me on how you perceive,
rob me of my dignity,
to you,
i'm just another unclean,
unrequited love and friendship,
beggars can be choosers,
you remain alone,
and i'll find others,
ones that'll read this book before judging it's cover.

Chorus:
Unshapen in a void,
chaotic uncrafted,
shapeless in image,
eros ungrafted,

patiently I wait,
my skin,
like stone cobbles,
my heart,
like slate,
building up my walls,
praying it's not too late,


Verse 2:
you fuel a faux friendship,
achieved by cruel politeness,
and you'll lead others on like this,
you mustn't have heard,
likely something you've missed,
better are cruel words from a friend than an enemie's kiss.

Kiss and Cure

You take my breath away,
and leave little chance to regain,
like covering one with atmospheres of water,
no chance of seeing the surface,
not even if I strain,

suffering from tunnel vision,
your visage will never wane,
your kiss, the cure, the antidote,
my lips, the poison, the bain.

Brain Wash

My eyes absorb the filth,
so I irrigate my brain,
to maintain my thoughts,
I abstain from the callous and the vain,
if you're following destruction,
then I guess I'm going against the grain,
sure it's a narrow lane,
and some might think I'm insane,
but your sin leads to pain,
and if I can enjoy joy forever,
then I'll snap my shackles,
and break all my chains,
see I was a slave to sin,
so we're one in the same,
sin was our ancestors claim to fame,
but we're all guilty,
we're all to blame,
but you can find comfort and peace in Jesus name.

Star Shine

If one could peel back the stars they'd find,
that your radiant beauty was their cause to shine,
the stars themselves darkness that parallels the blind,
but can't help but reflect charm that exceeds space and time,

your sheen beyond measure,
with purity that mirrors the Divine,
like a boy catching fireflies,
I can't help but want to make you mine.

White Fire

White with a flow that can decimate black stereotypes,
I spit so much,
you're gonna need to clean up,
here's a wet wipe,
born with style,
my skins got pinstripes,
spittin' white fire,
mics glow like Christmas tree lights,
outta sight,
John Cena can't see me,
Joanna Dark needs a farsight,
you know I'm right when I say you spit trite,
but like Bob Marley said,
everything's gonna be alright.

A Lament to St. Valentine

Alas,
even in the days of winter,
birds still pair,
empty nested I sing,
a dirge to my despair,
perchance a raven will listen,
a fan of macabre fair,
I am but a crow,
with hopes of nest to share.

Check Yourself

Man, you can't even write a cogent simile,
vain, got your talents from Mephistopheles,
I'll flex this vocab like Samson mixed with Keats,
a poetic Heracles,
word scores so large it'll make you weak in the knees,
you're worried about gettin' that golden fleece full of fleas,
ignoring your duties to the Prince of Peace,
that golden piece that dangles 'round your junk,
now that's disrespect,
but what should I expect,
sometimes I don't think you've got something above the neck,
you've failed to check yourself,
and now you're wrecked,
a total mess,
but hey,
at least you look good,
and they admire the way you dress,
but sonny jim you can only impress the Divine with what's inside your chest,
are you following His will, or listening to Him less.