agape. (raw & unfinished)

You do a criss-cross on my mind, and I know you're there.
Your love transports me to fields of fascination and rare bred beauty.
I couldn't ever resist.
Paying homage to your lineage, i'm left astounded by the statutes of power that adorn you.
A punctured heart still beats in your presence. Oh, how I adore you.
An Auteur commissioned to reinvent our passions, shall only find God.
This kind of love crescendos to distant heights.
I will take you in my arms through the night and shelter you from the nightmares that visit.

POETRY iN MOTION, coming soon!

The Future of Our World

We've come to this day, a day once named tomorrow by humble beginnings.

We have come to this day, a day we so eagerly wanted to see.

This is the future, where all our dreams have been long stored.

It is the day we designed with forevers and grand wishes.

Tomorrow has come now, revealing its face. 

We shall meet it with courage and assertion, or we shall greet it quite shyly. 

We shall meet it none the less, and we shall meet it all at once. 

Not all will agree this happens for all . . . at once, 

For some continents live in much darker times than others. 

Per the wisdom of tall history notes: the beauty of our dreams and how far we see, 

A little constancy and some audacity--in making dreams a reality,  

Are all prime prerequisites for a world transformed.

All that surrounds me tells me I'm in for a contagious ride; 

That I am alive in a time of marvelous things.

I am awake to the brilliance of humanity. 

When I look in the mirror I see one of many several humans. 

One, indeed, with great nobility; and I discover there is a world just like me. 

The artists will sketch, the writers will scribe, and the traders trade, 

Visions of a noble cause-- that is this our humanity.

Honored to be alive, we will say of tomorrow that only the holiest of dreams shall thrive. 

We must redesign each and every life to meet tomorrow just on time, 

To break into war cry against the old and inadequate. 

We are kings, noble queens . . . and true to an eternal excellence

That lies in our bloodstreams.

This is the future, it does not plead. 

Tomorrow demands you take pride in your stately excellence. 

Go forth, bloom, prosper; and tell tales of marvelous things. 

Millenial Speak

this my generation is so sedated with hype. let’s pls get real.. let’s pls question our origins & decide our destiny.

let’s honor purpose and principle and divinity.
pop culture entertains but does not provide for ur soul.
swag is cool, but real is purpose

i see a lot of people trying to be approved by their peers.
stray from the flock and design the path of the majority.

one man’s voice can change the direction of the wind.
Jesus did it, MLK & Ghandi did it.

we gotta give more value to life & seek our own authority to decide, not just for ourselves, but for humanity.
live Boldly & trust yourself

often overlooked, but Jesus said, as He performed miracles: this & much more can be done by even the least amongst you men.

when things get real, and responsibility grows, we would understand that what’s cool is demanding results of yourself.

leave these "twitter streets" sometimes, give yourself a break from being “so cool” & study. Seek knowledge of self & of the giant within.

these are the best yrs of our lives, because they are our defining moments.
put in the work, go the extra mile to secure a priceless future

understand what legacy means to u.
understand the representation, implication & impact of a generation & know that humanity counts on us now

i cannot stress this enough..
we are the now generation.
we dictate the destiny of humanity.
let’s re-awaken and recall.


#millenialspeak

Narcissism

It's a beautiful thing to cut loose, the gravity that pulls you into every universe' center.

To see & truly see. I mean, see beyond me. To see that when I enter another's space, they are the center of their universe, & I too must honor that.

The world's got more to gain from losing oneself in union; from looking through universal perspectives.
Not me, but us. Nor home, but country.

Not only am I my brothers' keeper, I wash my brothers' feet. Not because I have little esteem for self..
Au contraire..
As a result of the love I have come to encounter through the self.

Woman

Always, this worship over loving a woman. Rarely a word on how to make him smile, that man on the corner. 

Are we made equal? And if we are, where's the equality in all the drama over this woman's existence? 

A strong woman; A sexy woman; Treat her like a queen; She's a down-ass chick.

Just how many labels do we give in praise of our men for every ten thousand labels of blessings we shower upon our women? My guess is, it's a one-size fits all kind of deal.  

We seem to be churning out men who are mostly trying to be like the next man. Or is it the men who have exchanged their wider periphery for a staple identity? The gentleman.   

One may want to argue who has it worse this present day- the woman or the gentleman?

I see only where humanity has had the potential for creativity and has opted out. 

We do not have to label ourselves and prop our entire existence in a box beneath the Christmas tree. Making of ourselves a gift to fit one occasion, we forget that we are indeed larger than life itself! 

While the modern woman struggles against the one-size fits all identity, it would appear to me, the men are settling into it for themselves. 

Now, if we had a scenario of a world that churned out more Mother Teresa's and Princess Diana's through the ages, a world with more female archetypes that served as role models. 

If the women of the world saw just a handful more of larger than life characters on the world stage, as the men steadily do, what would the female demographic look like?

I mean, as it were, women are left to their antiques, left to design the characters of their choosing. 

Now, pop culture and the media seem to be lagging behind in this arena.

They either do not know what women want, or they are deliberately working to stifle the soaring image of a modern day woman.

How similar is her semblance to the women who tended to their homes and lands and kingdoms while their husbands and kings went to war? How similar is her semblance to the women even before then?

It may serve us well to refer to our history, as we decide the destiny, as well as the emergence of the modern day woman. 

It may serve us just as well, to remember that ultimately, we are of a species of homosapiens, and while neither science nor the evolution of ages come with an instruction manual, societal rules are a gift of creativity.

We hold the liberty to choose who we become, independent of any and all labels, proceeding from lady to gentleman. 

The man may seem to be at his pinnacle, the man may seem to be found, fitting himself into a structure of manhood yet resisting his pure identity as soul. 

When you look in the mirror, do you see what you have been told to see?

Have you been told that you're black? Have you been told that you're of the upper class and can't look back?

What have you been told? 

That you are a man. That you are to decide the direction to which the ship sails. That you are an uncle, a brother, a father, a soldier, and a gentleman. These labels, when you look in the mirror, and you hear a voice that isn't yours tell you your name; Do they cause you a mixed feeling of pride and pressure? Do they cause you to feel such a burden, beneath which you have lost touch to your dreams, to your voice, to your identity and pleasures?

A woman might hold her head up high and say she has fought to be where she is today. Let her do her bold peacock dance- she is after all a beauty to behold.

All the world wants to tame her; all the world fights to discover her, to name her.

But how so do we forget our men? 

CATTLE CONSCIENCE | PT. 2

The life of a Builder, Builder of visions, is sensitive to time. It must honor process like the life cycle of a butterfly. Each stage bears fruit, each stage hones and owns it's scenery: its all nameless, all jargon, it all just is. Stages are a mystery to some and life's simplicity to others, for in union, all life becomes a moment's notice. The process, with a little patience at each stage is the work of a fine architect. And with the work of a fine architect, the builder knows if he likes the garden or just the zoo. That's Life's simplicity- knowing all we have chosen to see is all in the heart. All I'm really saying is let's take a walk together, as many of us as we can muster. For there's a scenery out there that won't be missed. A world out there that should not be missed. A scene for the million, maybe billion sceneries that our eyes have created within themselves. There's a world out there that refuses to be dismissed, neglected, forgotten. A world that can be changed in a moment's notice, if you just walked and talked about the world's imaginings and those of your heart. Take a glance, let's create a new vision from old eyes. With commanding speech, a builder's scenery in a moment's notice. Let's walk and talk while the earth sits still at our feet, recording stories of what the world really needs. You're attached to this rat race I see. But the wind blows and the cock crows, it's morning, wow, it's morning..beckoning! You're yawning. Awake now to the sound of your name as one distant truth to all the world's needs. Take a walk with us. If you have to lose yourself to find yourself, do that, we are all waiting to call you nameless, waiting to become your myriad namesakes.