Friday, January 21, 2011

Ronny Jordan - After Hours

Friday, January 14, 2011

J88 (Slum Village) The Look of Love

PRESERVATION OF THE CALL(HER NAME IS PURPOSE)

I just want to disappear out of this atmosphere
Sometimes, questioning….Why am I even here

Just to be verbally abused
Accused without reasoning
Seasoning my soul with the harshest of darts served
Holding tight…..A bit un nerved

To preserve sanity, rattled a bit…..As I sit home alone this late night

A bit disturbed……..A disruptive cause planted to pause
A cause created to test……To second guess my growth

Questioning my second chance for advancement
Enhancement I see……..As I meditate………Awaiting the words to ease my soul
Toil away with me……I cease……A whisper so clear…..I need you to speak

Drowning away as if I have been swept ashore

Sore, off balance……Malice intends on rearing its evil head instead

Destitute……….The shell that I now dwell
I may as well be left for dead…..Soliloquy of dread
Voices holding conversation, manipulating the going abouts rambling thru my head

Lost within the confines of solitude……madness runs rampant…..Many manifestations

I toss

I turn

I burn

I ache

The voices

They scream

Telling me

I told you so

No life jacket within reach
Beseeched…..Reaching
Gasping for air…..Warfare looms the air
This legacy must be preserved

The voices

Screaming

Let go….Give in

These are pleas uncommon for a sane man
To be damned, I guess this is all part of the plan
Only so much one man can take…before he breaks

Right In between the breakthrough…..The perfect plan

To expand……To reinvent

Still, these voices I hear

Out to conquer, devour….Just to see me away

I can’t give way

I can’t allow residence

No way…..You cannot stay

Remove yourself from thee

This is not to be……My mind shall go free

This time Is my time

Fighting for destiny’s call
Nothing will stall, I stand tall
You shall surely fall….

Withering away like decay
Not this day, you cannot stay

Forces devised to create division
Invasion without persuasion
Never allowed permission
Grabbing a hold, I take decision

To preserve

To protect

Holding to my vision
Releasing words of wisdom
Escaping this mental prison

The mind can be a prison, holding to useless tools
Not me, not one to dwell amongst fools…..
Living life by my own set of rules……

My mentality’s girth from birth
The center of joy….Smelling the sweet scent of Mother Earth

Giving greater understanding
Its all in the planning

Firmly girded…….Captured amidst Her spell

In unison……..*deep sigh*, the sweet aroma of Mother Earth

Determined she is……To preserve my worth…………..



MY PURPOSE



PREDESTAINED



PREORDAINED



DISGUISED BY PLEASURE




DEEP SEATED PAIN


Once written………eleviating all evil remains
Nothing formed shall have any gain………..


PURPOSE DRIVEN

NOT TO BE HIDDEN

HERE, PURPOSE REMAINS


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