Paris looked out outside the Trojan Wall
And what he saw he did not like at all.
He viewed Achilles in one of his rages, close to the city.
And looked upon the Trojan dead with horror and pity.
I must do something, he said, as he left his room.
Who he encountered next filled him with terror and doom.
She called herself Essence, and she was a queen of the Hittites.
She told him with a grim look on her face, Achilles must die tonight.
Here is my bow, I have arrows that travel to spots in armor narrow.
They are fitted for war, I got them from the Egyptian Pharoah.
Paris shook and said, But I did not use a bow except for sport.
You must remember I am known as the coward of the King’s court.
Essence shook her head and said, No, you must **** Achilles dead.
That is what the prophecies and the written word have said.
Come let us climb to the high place, so that you can see his face.
Shoot an arrow into his breastplate, and make his life a disgrace.

Paris was muttering as she led him to the top of the rim.
She wasn’t as pretty as Helen, but she was more regal and grim.
Essence pointed down and said, See Achilles, fighting like a madman?
All of the archers are missing him, because they have bad hands.
But I will guide you into the truth of your destiny to fire this shot.
Perhaps we will save Troy just yet, with everything that we got!
Paris jumped back at her intensity, but Essence continued.
Achilles under all that armor is a man of bone and sinew.
He would not let Hector rest in his grave, dragged him like a slave.
Now it is time to give Achilles the burial to whom so many he gave.

Paris fired an arrow, and it hit a Greek but Achilles he missed.
Essence pursed her lips and grabbed his hand to say, You aim like this!
Paris fired a second arrow, and nicked Achilles in the forearm.
Essence said, Stop aiming for flesh wounds and hit where you can do harm.
Paris fired a third time, and hit Achilles in the neck with skill.
Then simultaneously, somebody hit Achilles between his ankle and heel.
Achilles toppled from his chariot, and the Greeks in horror fell back.
The Trojans suddenly heartened went full-blown on the attack.
Essence grinned and said, Tonight we join in the slaughter
And push all of the Greeks past the land into the waters!
She went down to take up weapons, and Paris stood in awe.
He didn’t know if he should worship her because he did not know who he saw.

And a gentleman I shall stay.
Forever, tomorrow and today.
The utterance that comes out of my lips.
From the opening glance to the handshake grip,
It is a price but one that I can surely pay.
I just hope that I never falter or slip
Because then society would look on me with unforgiveness eyes.
That what they see as a moral failing is really more a surprise.
What my appreciation is to the fairer other, I must give to thee.
And show that concept is not dead but it must arise, that chivalry.

I was talking with my cousin one day
He was reading a book on American Presidents
I asked him which president he was most like
He said, All of them.
I have Teddy Roosevelt’s vigor, Jefferson’s intellect, Lincoln’s humor and JFK’s charm.
I asked, How is that possible
That would make you a Frankenstein
Superheros don’t have that many qualities.
It would be like combining Superman, Captain America, Black Panther and Optimus Prime
A president mentor must have flaws as well for you to learn from.
He replied, Why have flaws when you can have strengths?
All dead presidents think like me
I asked, Can you even name all of the presidents?
He smiled and said, There is an app for that.
Well at least he was reading a book about them.
Maybe one day he can count himself as one of the presidential names.

All I wanted
Was to be the blue crayon.
But they said
That I could not.
Because they were painting sunsets
They were painting the moonlight.
They wanted me to be red.
They wanted me to be orange.
They even said I could be yellow.
But no blue.

I said that the blue crayon
Is in the box for a reason.
And I will take up that cause.
Because you just want to draw moments.
I want to highlight seasons.
Because every day needs my color
It is most of the time
So it should be most of the page.
Although every day ends with your colors
Every day starts with mine.
And my blue essence only grows as time goes on.

My mouth: I’m okay, Everything is fine.
My heart: The wind will not give in
It laughs at my feeble attempts to shovel.
The snow wants to fly away as soon as I approach it.
I don’t know how I am holding onto the shovel
Because I cannot feel my fingers.
The gloves mean nothing
Because the winds does not respect it.
They told me it stopped snowing
They lied.
And I am the one who is outside.
The winds have pierced through the layers
To reach my heart inside.
I don’t know if frostbite means too warm or too cold
Because right now all the temperatures are hitting me.
I want to go inside
But I am not done, not done
Even the sun has left because it is too cold.
Winter is not coming, winter is here.
My stomach: Ooh, a pizza delivery truck!
My shoe: I think I stepped in some dog--
And we don't have a dog.

Jesus brought himself to the cross, gasping
It had to be this way
This way, the only way
Because Jesus is the Way.
All that was essential in Jesus had to die
So that in death all that is important to God may live.
Everything that mattered to God
Had to go through the cycle of death
For life to be restored.
They put the crown of thorns on him.
Some crown if it was all thorns.
The jewels were pointy.
Not pointing toward God.
But pointing in God.
Piercing him.
Releasing the blood that was ignoring by the whippings.
And the beatings by man’s hands.
These rough men called on the sharpness of a tree.
The Word says he was pierced for us
But why God does it have to be so much?

Then he had to shoulder the cross
Up to where he would die.
Like a soldier carries a gun.
Only this weapon would **** the God of War.
Pierced by men who simply do battle.
God was stabbed by nails, thorns, and spears
To win the only conflict that matters.
He arrived and they put him on the cross
With nails
Or more accurately, spikes
The little nails used for housework would not do.
When God was the one about to clean house.
They were spikes that went into his arms.
And in his legs.
No part of his body was left unpierced.
The Word says he was wounded for us
But his body was now all gaping wound.
Why God did it have to be so?

Then the Roman soldier passed by.
The one to make sure the Christ was dead.
He put his spear into his side.
Other stories told of how gods were inflicted pain.
This soldier actually did it
By God’s consent
With God’s approval
Because God wanted mankind to be free.
It was better for Christ to be pierced and wounded
Than for mankind to be enslaved and tormented.
So when Christ told Thomas to touch his side
And feel the nails in his hands
The Son of Man who was all wound
And the eternal sacrifice
Became my healing salvation
Christ conquered the affliction
That stood in the way between me and my Father.
So as Christ’s side was torn
The veil was torn as well
And I am free.

Santa came down the chimney
He was glad the fireplace was not on this time.
He dusted himself off and checked his GPS.
Modern technology
Has made his job so much easier.
Santa remembered when he was using Mapquest
It was not pretty.
Trying to get into homes that did not have chimneys
Was no easy business.
He walked around the living room.
And did not see a tree.
So he took a plant from off the windowsill
And put the presents by it.
This should give them holiday cheer.

Santa then went to the cookies.
He was looking forward to the cookies and milk.
I hope they have chocolate milk
It is my favorite.
He saw the cookies
It was Macadamia nut.
Santa shook his head
It was not his favorite but he had to do.
Then Santa saw the milk
It looked like whole milk.
Santa sighed.
They are not bringing what Santa likes
He then drank the milk
And spat it out.
What is this?
Almond milk?
Why would you do that to Santa
He shouted.
Then ran into the kitchen so no one would see him.
Santa had to wash his mouth out.
All the while muttering
Almond milk, Almond milk?!
Almond milk is not even milk!
It is just potpourri that fakes being milk!
Real milk comes from animals that feed on land.
Not the land itself!

Suddenly a man came to the kitchen with his son.
And asked, What are you doing here?!
The son cried out, Daddy he ate your milk and cookies!
Santa tried to explain, I thought they were mine.
And soon left the home.
He went to his sleigh
And told himself, I really should have reviewed the naughty list.
These trips will be the end of me.
Almond milk and macademia cookies?!
What is this, all nut everything for Christmas?!

America’s soil is seated on my speech.
And her breath flies  from my chest.
She reaches out to me with her two hands
That are lifted north and south
Hands that have my people’s  blood on them.
But the blood is black, not red.
America tried  to wash its hands.
But she forgot that I had the towel.
And I refused to throw it in.
I said to America  look at your hands.
You must see that you must do more than whitewash
You must stop sanitizing  and come clean.
Because if I give you the towel now
There will only be more blood
And this time it would be mine.

I vividly remember that day
Even though I could not speak words yet
Or even lift up my head.
My parents took me to a Billy Graham crusade in Central Park
It was good to take their kid so that an elder stateman of the faith could speak God things.

When I was 8 years old I got a biography of Billy Graham
And thought that was how I would like to be
Performing in church plays and even giving a sermon.
I remembered Billy Graham spoke like this, I should speak like him.
I was in law school I was the president of the Christian Legal Society
I thought now is my time to do good like Billy Graham did great.
Reaching out to be light upon the world of my law school campus.
It was harder than I thought, but in the end I managed to achieve influence

Later, the call of godly ministry itself came upon my life.
I then realized with the passing of Billy Graham
Other people need to finish the work that he did.
Even though Graham had grand-children, God had none.
Since God can touch Graham, he could reach out to touch me.

Armor can’t serve much purpose
If it is broken.
I’m not talking about taking the scattered pieces
And pushing together the broken to make armor.
That is just making the weak, strong.
Or about when armor is pierced in  battle.
The heat of hand-to hand combat
Such armor belongs in a museum
Or in a history lecture with Powerpoint slides.
Because from this armor
You can tell the type of weaponry that transgressed against me.
But If I keep carrying that armor.
The broken pieces cut deep into my tissue
It does not fit the shoulders right.
It makes noises that announce to the world I am coming.
And it provides an opening for someone to stab inside.
They don’t respect this opening
They affix iniquity to injury.
Because Armor can’t serve much purpose
If it is broken
Except as a burial garment.

It was in the basement
The place where greatness is made
Or where kids go to play games
And tell their parents their avatar is running
So it counts as exercise.
But it was the basement of a holy place.
Although something unholy was about to take place.

One of the kids challenged me to one-on-one.
It was like King of the Hill.
Except I was not King
This was not a Hill
But we had a basketball hoop.
And I accepted the challenge.
He went left.
I was still there.
He went right.
I was the shadow that refused to leave him.
He took a step forward
I took two steps to cut him off.
Then we looked at each other.
I was looking into what I never was
Speed I never had.
Dribble I never wanted.
Shot I never claimed.
He was viewing with horror at what he would inevitably be.
Defense he would need to have.
Basketball I.Q he would need to fall back on.
A mouth full of outdated punchlines he would still laugh at.
Older folk trying to prove that he could hang with the youth.
He jumped.
And I readied myself
And jumped as high as I could.
Almost as high as I did in my youth
I can’t remember jumping this high.
This height is uncomfortable.
But if I could time it right.

I got my hand on the ball.
Silly youth, showing the ball early.
But we bumped into each other.
And I started to go down.
Mount Olympus has been overthrown.
Asgard has been overwhelmed.
There is no wall for Humpty-Dumpty to fall off of.
Because the King himself has tumbled from the hill.
I came down and the ball flew over my hand.
But he came down on two feet.
Stunned.
This was not the last time he would be blocked
But this was the last time I was blocking him.
I decided to retire right there.
Next time we play ball we can shoot basketballs into undersized hoops.
Because I am sure my shot is still there.
While his is yet to be developed.
And I don’t have to worry about being put on my backside.

Bedievere looked as the three women loaded the wounded body of Arthur onto their ship. Something did not seem right, but the countenance of these women was such that Bedievere did not feel it was safe to talk. They sailed off into the night, and Bedevere whispered into the crisp air, “My Lord, I pray you get to your place of rest soon.” He shuffled back, stepping over a pile of dead bodies. He held his sword in the air and shouted, “This battle has turned me to a man of peace, I will not draw my sword against anyone anymore!” Then Bedeviere threw his sword into the sea, and watched as it sunk to the bottom. He knew that it would be a long journey back home.
King Arthur started to stir as he realized that he was…..moving. “ This is strange”, he thought to himself. His entire body hurt with the piercing of blades from many weapons and angry hands who no longer breathed. But he breathed, and he was in intense pain. He gasped as he saw his sister. Morgana, who always hated him. She shrieked with hateful delight, “I see that you are still alive. That would not be for long!” “Where is Excalibur? What have you done with my sword?” King Arthur demanded in his rage.
Morgana sneered at him and said, “I have no use for that piece of cheap metal when I have a High King!” King Arthur’s anger switched to an emotion that was foreign to him, fear. He looked around with horror to realize there were no knights around him, no men with armor to save him. Morgana bent down and whispered to him with malice dripping in her voice, “ You may have been a High King, but the Emperor of the New Rome has need of you.” She pressed the open wound on his side, and all King Arthur felt was pain until unconsciousness came to save him.
Lancelot was in a room praying. It gave him comfort day by day, although he had unease in his heart. In his mind, raced a past life of swords and the twisted look of men he had killed. “Those were too many twisted looks which led to my twisted life.”, Lancelot said to himself. He went down on one knee and began to reflect on mercy, on grace. Suddenly someone opened the door and yelled, “ My Lord, the High King is missing!”
Lancelot rose up immediately and his hands went to his side. The soldier’s instinct was still there, even though he went to the convent to atone and become a holy man. There was nothing there, and he shook his head as he remembered he had given his weapons to the abbot of the convent. Lancelot asked, “ But I thought the High King was dead!” The man said, “ The High King was not dead, but now we cannot even find his body!” Lancelot was suddenly moved to tears by the loss of his friend, who he had betrayed, but who always stood by him to the end.
The abbot came in and in his hands was Lancelot’s full armor, sword, and shield. The abbot kneeled down and raised up Lancelot’s weaponry. The man kneeled down as well and the abbot said, “ My liege, you are now High King and you must recovered the Sacred One. Only you have the battle-knowledge necessary to win this fight.” Lancelot put on his armor and instantly he was transformed from a man of prayer to a man of war. The abbot looked into Lancelot’s eyes and was so terrified he fell over. The abbot thought, “ So this is the visage that so many men looked at before they died. May heaven have mercy on this land!” Lancelot motioned to the man and said, “Get me your finest horse. We must raise up an army to rescue Arthur!” The man nodded and he and Lancelot walked out of the room.

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
But what if I have no eye.
And I cannot, will not tell you that lie.
But can I tell you that beauty is your first name.
The essence that puts together the names of yourself into the sentence
You speak when you shake my hand.
Simply by touch
Touch is how you relate to a person like me.
But no touch is worthy to know what beauty is.
That is why they say beauty needs an eye.
So what is the rest of my body meant for?
What they should really say is
Beauty is what makes me laugh
After I have gained the light of vision in the heart of my head.
And I am giggling now
Because I don’t know what else to do in the presence of such good looks.

Your breath was invaded by beer.
***** was its companion and friend.
When I look at you I feel fear.
Wondering when it would all end.

You were fallen face-first out on the street.
Removed from the consciousness of the earth.
If you and alcohol fought, you suffered defeat.
Every day you suffer more loss of self worth.

I grab you by the ankles and drag you home.
But you are heavy, so it is a burden.
Now we are back at the house, and you and I are alone.
On the outside I am happy, but my heart is hurting.

You slowly turn over, and start to snore.
I wonder how you could be asleep through it all.
I cannot keep on doing this anymore.
Alcohol may be your friend now, but it would be your downfall.

Billy Graham spoke to the nation, and preached to the nations.
It was like he was divine doctor sent to the sick world patient.
He traveled the world, using the new medium of television and crusade.
Telling the world to believe in Jesus Christ and become new-made.
Powerful leaders called him advisor, and gave him accolade
He always reminded that the  head of Christ body was the Son of Man.
He evangelized to more people than any person ever from any land.
His message was simple, so simple it was really successful.
Who'd have guessed such common language would have such pull?
God called him home to live with the Biblical apostles and prophets.
Mighty people will arise, in the same anointing that Graham talked with.

Normally after Thanksgiving I just rewatch the parade.
And try to talk my family into playing Christmas charades.
But I wanted to do some early holiday shopping.
And I decided to go do Black Friday and see what was popping.
My nephew said that he wanted the new video game.
I know it was of national fame but I forgot its name.
I said, Don’t worry I got you my nephew.
I will make sure to get a gift that would bless you.

I went to the Walmart and went to stand in line.
But I put on a hoodie because I was ashamed of the time.
Because it was the time of day where I would not be awake.
But I was here to buy presents and not tosteal- take.
So I said that Black Friday would not get the best of me.
And I hoped someone would not see  and think less of me.
Because I would often look at Black Friday on TV and laugh.
Karma must of thought this was extra revenge for me to take this path.

The doors opened, and the rush was like a Mudder race.
And you should have seen the look all up in this brother’s face.
It was a mixture of glee, humor, and I was so terrified.
I was so happy that I made it in one piece here inside.
Mothers were fighting over teddies, but I went for the bigger trophy.
If they didn’t think I would fight for this game, they didn’t know me.
I finally reached the game, but someone snatched it before I could!
She didn’t  look like she played  or had kids who did in the neighborhood.
So it wasn’t even the excuse of I play this game because I have no knees.
I thought I could ask please could I get the game for nephew who has the  diseases.

She put it in her cart, and this action really hurt my heart.
I wanted to get another game, but that would not be smart.
Because if my nephew didn’t like the game, I would be stuck.
But then something happened that told me I have good luck.
The game fell out of her cart and went to the floor too.
I looked around to make sure no one would judge me for what I would do.
I picked it up, because five-second rules did not apply to games.
I paid for it with money, and I left without any shame.

I knew it looked bad, but Black Friday takes away the soul.
I gave it to my cousin, and he said, Did you also get the controls?
I must of forgot in the rush, but I could order it online.
Because I’m sure if I get it in the store, someone would take what was mine.
So I had to return it, because it was also the wrong gaming system.
I vowed never to do Black Friday again, that’s not the lifestyle I’m trying to live in.

God stepped in the garden to where the serpent be
He had a prophecy to be delivered urgently
God said that there will be one day a seed
Not to feed our greed but to supply a need
It will be a fight but the seed will crush the serpent’s head
The Son of Man bled and would rise up from the dead

Abraham looked at Isaac as he raised his arm with the knife
God told Abraham to spare this young man’s fragile life
Abraham saw a ram and decided to pick its flesh from the thicket mess
God promised Abraham that a lamb would save his people from wickedness
The seed and the lamb was coming in the body of one
And he would be both a being that was Godly and Man’s son.

The kings asked Herod where is he who is King of the Jews
Because they saw his start and these kings that it was good news
Herod was worried, because this child’s power was a threat to the throne
And this child was prophesized since Adam said Bone of my bone
Herod lied and said that the kings should visit and tell him
The kings left thinking that Herod’s words were very compelling

Over the place that Jesus was born there was the brightest star.
It was a journey that they made from all night from afar
Kings went to meet the King, and they gave gifts to the one who was Truth
They gave gifts of gold to God who gave his  greatness as a youth.
God rewarded their obedience, and we still remember them this day
An angel of God warned them in a dream to go another way.
They left and did not tell Herod, because they knew he was evil.
And that he would try to **** the Savior who came to save all people.

Some people honestly think
That there is a Build-a-Hero workshop.
A store that they can go to.
And all of their heroes are on the wall.
The ones they like right at the window.
So that these people can say.
I’ll have this hero right here.
With these qualities
Yeah, give me charisma
And honesty
And good looks
And the gift of words.
But don’t give me struggle
Don’t give me pain.
I already have that.
I don’t need a hero with flaws
That I see in myself.
That would make them real.
I can't have a hero with flaws
That I don't approve of.

So they take the hero to pay for them.
They give them a sugarcoat.
And the cashier looks at them.
And takes their card
But tells them that it is insufficient funds
Because they cannot afford this hero.
No one has that amount of money
Such people don’t exist.
But if they want this hero to be real
They should look in their everyday lives
And at the actual lives of their heroes
To take the sugarcoat off
So that they are free to admire those who inspire
Because there is no inspiration without pain.
And no pain without struggle
But the struggle they endured
Bring our heroes closer to us.

I have bled for you
In numerous places
But when I rolled up my shirt
To show you my scar
All you had to say was
But did you die?
Oh.

To go under the water s is called baptism.
Christ warned us all about hell, it’s the ultimate prison.
But heaven is for us, who are with God after we are living.
Christ came for us, he gave us something called grace
To take us out the sunken place where we could not see his face.
Christ was born of a ******, that’s called Immaculate
The instruments we use in church to worship are called sacraments.
Presumptive Faith is when we tell God what to do and start assuming
But the benefit of breaking bread with brethren is called Communion.
We lift up holy hands to heaven up high, that is called praise.
We acknowledge God and his ways, its called the Sabbath days.
Faithfulness is forever free, because we know God will heal our hurt.
Whatever we call the building, where God resides is called Church.

Christ in infamy on the cross in pain, his injury was our loss for gain.
God had to gain dominion over the enemy to be our boss again.
They put a crown of thorns to his forehead he fell down to scorn on the floor red.
Then the deceased rose again after all that  happened and some must have mused poor dead.
Because there was more blood coming out than was in his human body.
Pharisees mocked him, saying how could anyone assume him godly.
Jesus begain to recite forgiveness, the day became a nightmare for the living breaths.
People must have been so terrified and fear that they were in the prison next.
No one could see, and now the blindness was physically dark.
Jesus came to fulfill prophesy and hit the history mark.
Because when he walked in the garden and met Mary, he did not have to beg pardon.
God said we are all redeemed by the bruises by which we scarred him.

Ignorance of commands not to eat forbidden fruit made sinners leave.
Jesus sat in the land of the living and ate a dinner reprieve
He told the shocked disciples one of you will betray me, slay me.
They looked at him like he was crazy,how could one of us play thee
Jesus proclaimed I will die for all of mankind, so please pray for me.
Peter cried out you lost your grand mind, I can’t stand behind this, it’s not the way to be.
Because Peter could not fathom such an end so useless.
Christ rebuke was Get behind me Satan and called Judas a friend after smooches.
Told Judas to do his mission rapidly, he went into position happily.
Judas brought all of the army to set a religion trap for he.
They led Christ from the Garden, this was the price of a pardon.
God called Christ his beloved so Jehovah had to rise up his darling.
Then Jesus was called to the celestial award show in heaven.
The Word was the acceptance speech of Jesus to go be a blessing.
Jesus nominated by God showed his face to great fanfare.              
He's accommodated at five-star hotels called The Place He Prepared.
Podium was the mercy seat, God had to acknowledge his worthy feat.
Jesus dressed in white rose from the red carpet of Earth complete.
Christ took the statue from God to say I'd like to praise my Father.
Who raised this sacrifice from graves and raised me from slaughter.
Beside him beaming with joy, standing by his side was his Bride.
Made up of the saints who died, and followers of Christ with pride.
Angels give a standing ovation, Michael and Gabriel cry out "Preach Lord"
Jesus finishes his acceptance speech for the Most High God Award
Given to him unanimously by the members of the Trinity, Jesus then bowed.
We as believers would someday join infinity and the angels in the crowd.
He played the difficult part of Son of Man so well, Jesus surely made his Daddy proud
We applaud with Glory to God in the Highest, Hallelujah and Amen
No one else could play the role of Messiah in the God Trilogy, Jesus had to portray Him.

Have you ever felt that no matter what, you wont quit
Like if Cinderella put on the slipper and the shoe don’t fit.
And her stepsisters barge in and say let me try and put.
The slipper on again because I am sure it was the wrong foot.
Now Cinderella is watching, and her heart is in the grip of fears.
They say they'll break a foot if they have to make the slipper theirs.
To make matters worse, the sister says they would all move on out.
Except for Cinderella, they say she has to care for step mom’s gout.
These sisters would be in the castle, while you remain a servant be
I’m sure Cinderella hoped that something good happen urgently.
None of the sister’s feet fit, and one sister wonders if she could wear it on her face?
By any means she's determined to be sure the shoe fits someplace.
Cinderella thought, Better the face, to cover you up so that other’s cant see.
That thing on top of your neck that is a monstrosity.
But the prince is puzzled, and examines the slipper very closely.
It turns out there is a quarter stuck in it, and so he takes it out.
When Cinderella tries it on again, the shoe fits and there is no doubt.

I sneezed in class and the whole class looked at me.
Achoo was the anthem that people could not just let be.
They looked at me as if I had offended their lineage
I could see that my entire class wanted to cringe
To make it worse I had to let off a small cough.
Cah-Cah was the sound my mouth let all off.
Afterwards I stuttered in trying to explain
I wish all this noise were killed by my brain
Because these sounds were better left inside of my jaw.
I heard he-he, and ha-ha, and the dreaded whoooooop and raaaah.
I then heard the squeak squeak of my teachers shoe.
I was sure she wanted to ask me what is wrong with you.
And you shouldn’t go back to class until forever is done.
But she told me in a kind voice to get up and come
She handed me a napkin and said to use this instead.
And then asked me a question based on the assignment I read.

Way before Black Panther, I’m sure my ancestors rode in chariots.
They must have pulled up to a house in the desert looking for a fly woman to marry with.
Saying come ride with me, and we could build an empire.
She must have looked at him crazy, but she saw something in him to admire.
So she hopped in, and I bet my ancestor said I only have the best of everything.
These other men walk to your home, but they don’t work for the king.
She must have looked down, and squealed, Are those wheels?!
Then my ancestor nodded and said, I have a driver too, its no big deal.
So they rode off to my ancestor’s place, to create an empire for themselves.
Throughout time, they amassed both prestige and wealth.
I’ll continue my ancestor's  legacy, I just need to bring my charioted car to win her hand.
But I don’t want to work for an ancient pharaoh, I want to be king of this land.

I wish I could forget
But I can’t watch more than one sunrise up close in a day
Without changing where I am.
And I could not remove the image
Of what you have done for me.
Without changing where I am
Because the place I reside now
Is where I am comfortable
But comfortable does not watch the sun climb the sky
Getting out of bed does.
I could not look at it straight.
Just as I looked at our friendship with two lazy eyes.
Thinking we would always be close.
In time
In distance
As people.

So as I wake up every day
And see the sun shine when before it did not.
I will always remember your kindness.
Even the moon cannot block the sun forever
So time cannot prevent us from talking.
Because our distance
Is only the distance the sun has to travel across the sky.
And just as the sun has to travel down
I could travel down to where you reside
So I do not have to forget
Us

God looked down on his creation.
Adam had just named every living thing.
And every living thing had a soulmate.
But Adam felt, alone.
Adam stared into the waters
But he did not know that his eyes were meant
To meet other eyes in harmony.
Suddenly Adam felt tired.
His eyes felt heavy.
He had to go find a place to lie down
Adam began to walk.
But his leg folded under him
And he went to sleep by the waters.

God came down to earth.
He created an opening in Adam’s side.
Because what Adam needed
Had to come from Adam himself.
It was a rib.
That came from the cage of Adam
Because she is meant to make Adam free.
God took the rib
And closed up Adam
So that Adam could be restored
God’s hands began to fashion woman.
Not from mere clay and water
But from righteous bone.
She would be his helpmate
And someone to fill what Adam was missing.

God then held Eve.
She was God’s most beautiful creation.
Eve did not come from a Word.
Or the dirt underneath the Earth
But from the bone of the living.
God then woke up Adam.
He said, Adam, wake up!
Adam was lying down again.
But this time when he woke up
He had a companion.

It was the first wedding ceremony.
And the couple was excited.
God was both father and pastor.
He walked the bride to Adam.
The angels in heaven were the wedding guests.
Adam did not have to give a ring
Because he gave a rib for Eve
Then God stood between Adam and Eve
God said to Adam, You may kiss the bride.
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Adam and Eve embraced.
They were in each other arms.
The waters captured the wedding in pictures
Too good to be described by words.
They then went on a honeymoon
In the garden of paradise.

I can't cry
Cry must not be seen as part of my wardrobe
Because cries are for the wounded
And you cannot, will not see my scars.
Cries are for those who are first born
Because their breath pains their chest.
***** away at the juices of the womb on their lips.
And I am grown born.
The boy that was in me was left in the womb.
And thrown away with the other parts that could not stay attached.
So I can't cry
But I can talk.
Because instead of the waters being  divided on my cheeks.
They would be fired by my lips.
Because they were not worthy
Even though I always wished they would be
Maybe those words will be someday.
Because I can't cry.
© right now

There is a smile on my cheek kissed, because crying is the howl of the weakest.
When someone asks if everything is all good I just scowl in the bleakness.
I learned early on that showing emotion was just not right.
Because the man who perseveres is the one who must got fight.
I’m so happy, even if my eyes don’t show it you can see by my teething.
Even if you say my lips are upside down, I reply by my leaving.
Everything is fine, I say as if to convince myself but this king is blind.
Because my ring still shines, although life brings the crime of stinging time.
I can only see you in pictures, and our conversations are just memories.
At this point I get more contact from enemies, I don’t see you in my assemblies.
I just hope that wherever you are, you were not brought there by one way train.
Because I yearn that my someday pain will bring us together via a sunny lane.

You had the audacity to wear my jersey number.
And you could not even defend your home court!
They were calling you another boy wonder.
But son this is called a grown man’s sport

If you want to be the greatness of all time.
You have to have a winning mentality and killer instinct.
There is a reason why that number is mine.
I embodied winner with every jump shot I sinked.

So if you want to be like me you better get another ring.
Monogamy does not work in this basketball game.
Lay your soul, your effort, your life and everything.
And then you will get yourself national fame.

But if you lose again, you will be known as a choke artist.
Who could not win when it most counted.
Because getting to the championship is easy, winning is hardest.
6 times I went to the championship and 6 trophies I  mounted.

You have lost more finals than you have won
I would call that a failing grade
You are more of a nephew to me than a son
Based on the way that you played

God glanced toward earth on his throne and announced It is The Appointed Time
Time for kingdom-governance to reside on His shoulders, His glory, His crown
Time for Earth to find redemption because of the redemption that will find Earth.
Jesus ascended from the innermost knowledge of God to kneel beside the throne.
The Word flew forth to face the Father from the fertile belly of the Godhead.
The same way John would leap-dance in his mother’s womb.
The same way the God-babe would spring forth out of Mary’s essence
This Cornerstone cried, I have come to comfort your chosen until creation ceases.
Like the Spirit of God violently rested on the water-face in the beginning.
All Mankind shall praise Abba for the Advocate’s assignment as another Adam.
Jesus jumped as millions of wings watched for his new mission as the Son of Man.
The backside of Jehovah preached to a star, Announce to the world, I AM is here.
God instructed Gabriel, Tell Mary that I have found favor in her for a mission
You will be offspring-inhabited by the Holy Spirit and give birth to the God-babe.
Don’t fret what names to name the child, this child has a name above all names
Call him by his mission, Emmanuel because he is the Word made flesh among us.
The wise men discovered the star that God addressed in the sky by his Word.
This star’s altar-call on the glory-pulpit of the heavens is follow God, follow God
This star from bright-morning heaven said heaven gave us the bright-morning star
These men went to see the God-babe, but God knew something was very wrong.
God warned his angel, I sense the spirit of ****** crouched near Herod
It entices to spill the life-blood of the God-babe, innocent blood, divine blood.
So Logos won’t grow to donate the holy blood of God’s Son on Golgotha’s cross
Elohim’s messenger exhorted in men’s dreams to flee Herod, they went elsewhere
God journeyed to sacred places, His sacred places directed my journey to God
So that the holy could touch the redeemed and all of us could be saved.

Don't put a knife in my back
And tell me it is a cape
I already have a weight on my shoulders
And it does not feel like this.

Don’t tangle with this poetry, it would be ******-suicide.
It would be better to enjoy it, so that we are unified.
Don’t act like it s the worst to admit the greatness first.
Because it’s mighty petty of you to nod your head while saying you hate this verse.
You say it’s criticism, I say there is no one there to listen.
Because my vision puts me into the position for wisdom.
So you can count on me, all the way to zero while I'm in this cockpit.
Then I am fly here when I move into your atmosphere in this rocket.
But the only vision haters know is television based off a reality show.
I write about the struggle that those who live empty bank account to salary know.
This is my outfit, you can charge me and I will be your outlet.
Better buy a new battery, because they said this skill is battery and I don’t doubt it.
These terms are like the third one where a president was barred from running again.
This poetry is more than potential it’s legacy, because we will rise to see the sun again.

I babble in mics, mastering vibes that migrate like African tribes.
In these paths I realize, the prejudice that strike with pathogen drives,
I write my feelings through this brother’s hand, the force will massacre your heard.
We were children of the motherland, before the wars and the diaspora occurred.
Only bars that are in my future, are the ones that give me licenses.
Not the bars that unfortunate men peep out of, locked behind a grisly iron fence.
And because of those bars, we get barred from jobs and turn to busy violence.
How can we raise the bar, when the bar is lowered by our own expectations.
Represent my people, the cases I want are the ones that I represent Clients.
Not the cases that hold bullets meant to perpertuate recent violence.
Because of those cases, we got cases because our brothers couldn’t control themselves.
The only shots I want are shots for wisdom-skilled gain without physical pain.
Not the shots that are drug-filled and they put it in and out a mystical vein.
Or the shots that get thugs killed, because they were about the visceral game.
I Got suits for my profession, but the only suits that people profess me in have sentences.
And not the sentences that end in periods, but the ones that end a person’s freedom, period.
People want a revolution, but when the time comes they don’t want to lead one.
Now I know what W.E.B Dubois meant when he talked about double consciousness.
Cant go to some places without there being an awkward troubled consequence.
But I still hold my head high, take pride in who I am, and walk with bubbled confidence.

Dragon-man had to leave his body and attach his spirit to the Abyss sword.
Free it and leave the NetherPlace before he was attacked by the Fury of Discord.
His spirit left  alone to penetrate the dryness of the NetherPlace
If he took his body, it would be swallowed by the infernal taste.
Only the vessel of Abyss Sword could break the NetherPlace hold.
And once Dragon Man escaped, he had to cross the Lynxian Road.
Those were the first lines of the comic book that I wanted to buy.
Because I thought that Dragon-man was my hero and kind of guy.
I took it to the cash register and the cashier said your soul too.
I was shocked for a second, and she said that is what Dragon-man would do.
He attached his inside to the sword, you can bind yourself to this book.
She gave me a look like I knew what to do next, I was still shook.
I started being nervous and wondered what was going on.
Because I was not the type to be wearing costumes at Comic-con.
I wanted to buy the graphic novel because he didn’t have a show.
Now I had to give up my spirit to see where Dragon-Man would  go.
Does it count as selling your soul if you do it for a graphic novel.
Because if it doesn't it would either be very good or very awful
Then she laughed and said, I’m joking, 15 dollars is the price.
I thought that was a heist, but then I paid the money to be nice.
I finished it  and saw that he did more with his spirit  than attach
But I wouldn’t want to ruin the graphic novel for you so I’ll leave it at that.
But I really liked the graphics, the action and the ending.
I wished I had it at a young age when I was really into  pretending

Dragon-Man went back to his home, he did not have a chance
To take back from Shark-Devil the Winged- Fire-Lance.
The next day, he got dressed and went to the building.
They say work is supposed to be the epitome of fulfillment.
See, Dragon-Man’s alter-ego was Jonathan Maine, Esquire.
This is what he would do if he ever had to retire.
But when he got to his desk, there were police all around.
Who told him to get down on the floor and put hands on the ground.
Jonathan never thought this would happen, a lawyer needs an advocate.
He was mad as **** but knew that he had to sit because he was bad at it.
Jonathan was brought to the precinct and placed in a prison cell.
When someone asked what he did Jonathan said I’ll never tell.

Well, well, said a voice and Jonathan instantly knew who it was for dinner.
It was Shark-Devil, also known as Joseph Grant, Police Commissioner.
I’ll let you out if you will work for me, Joseph Grant said with a smirk.                                                                                              
Jonathan sneered, Two wrongs don’t make a right so that would not work.
Well then, I guess your days of being Dragon-Man are over and done.
When I am through with you, only in your dreams will you see the sun.
Don’t’ I get a phone call, I know my rights and I know you know them as well.
Shark-Devil tossed him a cell phone and said, Tell them you are going to hell!
Jonathan picked up the phone and said, Now we have Shark-Devil where we want him.
The only problem is the court case, and to get the Winged Fire Lance from Shark-Devil
They accused me of assault, false pretenses and 4 counts of conspiracy and embezzlement.
In came Shark-Devil, holding the Winged Fire-Lance with evil in his eye
So isn’t it ironic that the Fire-Lance you so desperately wanted will make you die.
No need to go before a judge to say that you will not testify, I’m not that kind of guy.
Drent was an idiot, his powers were almost abysmal and worthless.
I needed something  good who would serve my every purpose.

Jonathan looked at the Fire-Lance, it was so hot and the blade was double-edged.
He knew I had to do something quick, or else he was in trouble drenched.
That’s not irony it’s a paradox, Jonathan shouted as I fumbled with my watch.
Jonathan pressed a button and the Abyss Sword came into his hand to launch.
So now we will battle in jail, Shark-Devil sneered as he changed into his form.
That is no big deal to Dragon-Man because that was where he was born.
The Fire-Lance was a marvelous weapon, good for melee or to throw.
But it was not as good as the Abyss-Sword at the brute hacking blow.
Suddenly Dragon-Man gave Shark-Devil a mighty swing, and he fell down.
This is not the last thing you have seen me, Shark-Devil said as he left town.
Dragon-Man pressed his watch, and now he was Jonathan Maine, scarred.
But now he would have to answer to the disciplinary board to not get disbarred.
He picked up the Winged Fire Lance, and that now made his weapons and arsenal.
The Fire-Lance belongs to those who can use it, and use it then well.
Now the lawyer needs a lawyer,  Jonathan said with a sigh.
One of the prisoners said to him, I think I know a guy.
Jonathan picked up the phone, the one call did not now apply
The voice on the other end said, Don’t worry, I’ll get the charges dropped.
Now Jonathan just has to sit until he can make bail and get this trial stopped.

Dragon-Man took the Abyss Sword away and backed up, he knew he had done a terrible thing.
Shark-Devil mocked, Well, well Dragon-Man, I guess more than one of us wants to **** a King.
Dragon-Man said, I am so sorry, Message, it was an accident, I never meant to do.
Message huffed, We will deal with Shark-Devil and then I as Helmetchief will deal with you.
The battle continued between the five, and victory was not sure for either side.
But Officer Thon knew that as the Designated Casualty it did not matter if he died.
He grabbed Lady of the Night and ****** his weapon into her side, but the blood did not trickle.
Lady of the Night then held onto the weapon with both hands and moved her body so that Officer Thon’s weapon impaled himself, and he died without a whistle.
Shark-Devil called on his troops to retreat, because it was better to fight again than to be conquered.
Message then told Dragon-Man, You are a splendid fighter, but as for grace, you have no honor.
She curtly continued Your fate is in the hands of the Dragon Power, and if found guilty you will be banished.
Lady of the Night protested, But without Dragon-Man as part of the Federation, how would we manage.

Now Dragon-Man stood in front of the Dragon-Power, on the same spot where he had killed Etil.
He secretly feared in his heart that they would demand recompense, and repay good with evil.
The Covenantal Project was the Advocate Counsel, so Dragon-Man knew he was impartial.
He just wondered how his friendship with Message turned from friendly to coldly martial.
The Covenantial Project asked, Any last words before I pass down my sentence.
Dragon-Man mustered all of the oratory he had in his civilian life for reference.
He said, The Federation I am a part, and always vowed to defend with honor and trust.
That Abyss Sword did not only penetrate you, it was I who felt this misguided ******.
We Federation, we coalition, dedicated to serve and protect universekind.
Even when we arrive late to the fight, we leave no world behind.

Message had tears in her eyes, but as Helmetchief she had to remain stoic.
Lady of the Night and Breastplate-Bearer looked as if they would both be sick.
, I have someone to saythat will save my comrade, spoke up Drent
Go on said the Covenantal Project, and Drent said, I have the Intervention Amendment.
Message said, Brother! And Drent retorted, as a male member of the Royal Family it is my right.
I would sooner see myself die than have Dragon-Man banished away from our sight.
The Covenantial Project said, Very well, Dragon-Man, you are on The Watchlist.
But if something like this happens again, know that there is no more Intervention Amendment like this.
Dragon-Man stepped back relieved, this ordeal was truly a trial for them all.
Lady of the Night hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek, Dragon-Man looked as if he would fall.
Then suddenly out of nowhere, his cell phone rang with a call.
Who is this, Dragon-Man asked, I don’t think I have all my contacrs on me.
Hello darling, said a warm voice, it is Vanessa Johnson, your mommy.

The night was still as Message lay there trying to sleep. Next to her The Alliance Project was snoring. “I don’t know if something is trying to get into him, or out of him” she grumbled to herself. Soon she fell into the realm of sleep reserved for those who dream.
She held up both hands to see sleeves covered in Dahomeyian royal native dress. Off in the distance, she saw someone running toward her. It was her father, The Legate. He went on one knee and said, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Essence could not come in time. I could not come in time. I don’t deserve you.” Message put her hand to her face and felt that it was full of tears. She cried out,” I forgive you Father, it was not your fault. Father, please come back. I need you.” The Legate started to fade away as he said, “Tell Essence I said thank you.” Message was left alone. She lifted up her hand and it was gone…….
Message sat up, gasping. She touched her body to make sure that she was still there, and she was. She squinted to see if her father was around, and no one else was there. She sat on the edge of the bed and pondered what that dream meant. The Alliance Project was still sleeping, but now had started snoring. Message went downstairs and a servant met her there. “Do you need anything, my dear Dahomeyian Rulership?” “No, thank you”, said Message curtly. The servant stepped back, frightened by the intensity of Message’s words. Message went to go get a glass of water from the Hydration Hookdown that was attached to their house. “Essence, Essence,”she whispered. It was a word that became a chant.

“You know what happens when you drink too much water and go to bed?” Message turned around and gave a weak smile. The Alliance Project was there. “So you woke up. Your snores even wake you up haha”, she said as they giggled together. They went back to bed and Message slept, but that thought still haunted her.


The next day, The Alliance Project went to oversee construction of a new pipeway that would provide the planet with water. Message entered the Assembly of the Many to call for a response to Mythology. Some voices murmured in the background. “We don’t even know if he is the stuff of children’s tales, how do we fight that?” Message overheard their words but did not see their faces. She stood in front of the Assembly and said,

We face a great threat that will destroy us all if we do not take action. Therefore I am asking that we arm a submarine and go and find Mythology. When we attack first we have the element of surprise. If we counter-attack, we might lose. And if we lose, there will be no more we.

Drent, the new Advocate-Counsel, nodded in approval. The Assembly of the Many cast their votes, and the Marshal Peacemonger gave the results to Drent. Drent counted them and said with a solemn voice,

“The Assembly of the Many has said no to the Mythology resolution, your Dahomeyian Rulership.”

Meritamen was looking out and she saw ships beginning to land.
She understood that this meant war, and she had to command.
Her heart ached for her Hittite and Egyptian palaces, but she knew her duty.
Meritamen walked up to the front of the wall and began to survey.
A Trojan warrior asked her, So what should we do now, my queen?
She answered grimly, Drive them into the sea and let the waters hear their screams!
He then gently prodded, What is your name if you don’t mind me to ask?
She looked up and said, Essence, and this is your battle task.
Gather the troops so that we can drive the Greeks into the sea.
Let us make sure that no one gets away from us to flee.

Soon the Trojans were gathered outside the gates and Essence was in front.
She was in a chariot, and giving a warfare speech on top of the mount.
Soldiers, these intruders have invaded my adopted homeland and your place.
Do not be afraid of this race, and be emboldened to look at their face.
She raised her spear, and all of the troops began a loud cheer.
The Greeks disembarked soon felt a little terror and fear.
They expected surprise, but they knew that it was all lies.
By the view of all of the Trojans there before their eyes.
Essence urged her charioteer into the teeth of the Greeks.
She was ruthless in cutting down both the strong and the weak.

Achilles soon arrived on the scene, he was like a nightmare in a dream.
At the sound of him, Essence let out a primal, beastly scream.
She attacked him while they were both in chariots, did not get out of there.
Achilles killed one of her horses, and she killed his charioteer.
They both tumbled together, and it was a duel to the finish unfurled.
Between an Egyptian royalty and the strongest warrior in the world.
Essence took her spear and crashed it onto Achilles shield.
The spear broke into pieces, but the fixture bent and refused to yield.
Achilles aimed for her head, his purpose was to make her dead.
But she ducked and his sword hit the top of the chariot instead.
Essence then stabbed him in the calf muscle, between thigh and ankle.
Achilles brought his shield down on Essence’s armor, to crush the mantle.
Essence's backhanded spear ****** busted one of Achilles' back molars.
But Achilles drew out his sword, and nicked Essence right shoulder.
They were evenly matched, and Achilles never meant someone with such skill.
He stepped back in amazement, it would be a worthy ****.
Just at that moment, a charioteer came in and took Achilles away.
Essence was panting and muttering to herself as a charioteer came for her, Another day.

Santa said
I will give you a lump of coal.
I replied in rejoicing
Give me all the coal you can.
I’m not even going to argue with you.
My house needs all the warmth
That coal could provide.
Santa seemed startled.
He told me I had been bad.
I told him that even bad people need warm homes.
He nodded in bemusement.

I was watching the news one day
And I saw something very interesting.
It was a person standing beside a shovel
And looking very proud of himself.
The reporter asked him
Sir a person tried to rob you
And you chased him away with your shovel?
Were you not scared?
He might have owned a gun.
The man replied.
Shaking his head as if it had happened before
No, no, not at all.
The whole world outside this house belongs  to him.
But everything that is inside my home is all mine.
I guess he saw that if he stayed inside this house
His body would be owned by me as well.
The shovel that is good for chasing is also good for burying
I told him if he wanted the money so badly
He would have to fight me for it
I have never lost a fight in my life
Even if I had nine lives I would be undefeated in all of them
And I did not mind taking from the earth a robber.
I would be doing the world a favor
I guess he did mind.
Too bad I did not ask his opinion.
This boy did not consider the fact that you can’t rob crazy.
If you yourself want to live.
He was looking for a robbery
But this boy did not know I was looking to start a body count.
Once he knew he made the wise decision to run away.
The reporter looked confused
So she went to a policeman who was at the scene.
The man with the shovel.
Is my kind of guy.

I wish to write this poem.
But I could never tell you its all about you.
So when I sent it.
I say it is a metaphor or personification or something like that.
And when you say aww  it is beautiful
I bite my tongue
Because I wish to say you are beautiful.
I couldn’t write any other way to describe you.

And when you say You are a good poet.
I think to myself
Its easy to create when you are the inspiration.
But then I snap back to reality
And go back to the friend category that I know
Crawl back on hands and knees into the friend zone.
But now I hope that being just friends will not be for much longer.
Cupid keeps shooting so it is not safe to say in the friend zone.
My only fear is if I ask
I would lose the friendship we have
So I have to make this poetry speak
I say I was influenced by Valentine’s Day.
But I leave out that you are my muse.
Because every goddess must have her day.

The Lady of the Lake tried to sooth the young king.
She said she will give him a weapon that would beat everything.
She pulled him underwater, and Arthur was shocked to have breath
The Lady of the Lake said that this scabbard would ward off death

He took the sword in his hands and slowly wondered
If this was like the lightning bolts from the God of Thunder.
The Lady of the Lake said that the scabbard was power.
And under the might of Arthur's weapons all men would cower

The Lady of the Lake said that there was one condition.
He must give her the sword when he left the land of the living
He came up gasping, even though no water was in his lungs.
Arthur started speaking in ancient warrior tongues.

Griflet who was with him was shocked at his lord
Who came up to him with a mighty sword
It seemed the weapon to pierce through Achilles breastplate.
The holder of this sword in battle would surely have the best fate

Arthur and Griflet slowly rowed back to the shore
It was as if they had been to this place before
Arthur held on to his sword as if someone was trying to grab.
A bow and arrow was a good weapon but it could not stab.

Next Arthur had to get a spear, which had a mind for slaughter
The Lady of the Lake watched Arthur leave from the water
Arthur held Excalibur, a weapon fit for a king to slay.
Arthur would hold on until he was stabbed and betrayed.

David was brought into Saul’s home.
He should get more love from this palace.
Than from his own house.
Where his father neglected him out in the fields.
Where his brothers scorned him.
The king to be in the palace.
Sounds like the end of the tale.
But it is only the beginning.

David and Saul were riding back.
David was a general in Saul’s army.
And Saul was pleased with him.
For now.
That would soon change.
With women singing.
No popular hit song today.
Could make a man fear for his life.
And another man hell bent on killing him.
But that song did.
It made Saul uneasy.
And he looked on David with new eyes.
Jealous eyes.
Eyes that said It would be nothing to **** a shepherd general.
But he remained silent.
David was blissfully unaware.
To him tens of thousands slain just meant he was more valuable.
But for Saul it meant he was a threat.
And this threat must be eliminated.
Because for the sake of the kingdom, the shepherd general must die.
It was the duty of the king to **** the insurgent giant-killer.

Saul sat, brooding.
This was a common sight.
This mean mood was why David was brought into the palace in the first place.
It was so routine it was a cycle.
Saul gets possessed.
David plays a song.
Saul is delivered.
Only this time, it is different.
This time, the scowl does not leave Saul’s face.
The demons play with Saul’s emotions.
And he is the one who gives them the ball.
David was looking at Saul and he was worried.
Maybe if I play this string this way……
Suddenly David ducks.
Years of warfare training had honed his instincts.
So that he could duck a javelin without knowing it would be thrown.
The javelin stuck in the wall.
Part of it was broken, a testament to Saul’s arm.
And Saul was sitting, scowling.
The demons were rejoicing.
Because not only had they possessed one of God’s anointed.
They had attempted to ****** another one.
The attendants rush into the room
And another one guides David out.
He shakes his head wondering why his music failed to soothe
Is there sin in the palace?

So Saul demoted David.
Or rather told him
It is better for your skills to have smaller numbers
So you can be covert and do special missions.
But David was successful.
And Saul was wondering why everyone was dying except David.
Even though he was encountering the same number of enemies.
With a group Saul designated as a final stand.

Love was in the air with this jealousy.
Because the king’s daughter Michal
The one promised to David from the start
Had fallen in love.
It was a great love story.
But the bride’s father wanted the groom dead.
And the dowry to be the groom’s casket.

Saul wanted the most intimate parts of man.
The flesh that separated Hebrew from Philistine.
100 of them.
A request he never asked of any warrior.
But he wanted David to get it.
David came back, alive.
And Saul was aghast when David put down 200 of them.
The part that a warrior could not fake getting
And that a Philistine would never give up alive.
Hands weary from battle had to cut it from the remains
And repeat until there were 200 pieces of grisly tissue.
So Michal and David got married.
And Saul should have happy.
He wasn’t, at all.
Saul didn't see it as a marriage but as a hostage situation.
His daughter was gone even though the ransom was paid.
David was not dead.
And as long as Saul breathed
He would make sure one day David didn't.

My ancestors left words to teach for my empire.
So when I talk someone shouts you're preaching to the choir.
I have to wear protective gear when I reach for this fire.
Because I came to this place from my native home.
Poetry took me in until I was strong and fully grown.
I wanted to know from where I came, my very name.
Then Poetry showed me a fortress called solitude.
She was mad I ate all the food but I was in a jolly mood.
So when I started to press buttons, suddenly my stress wasn’t.
I knew that me and this fortress of solitude would be best cousins.
Laptop, Notepad, Cellphone, this fortress takes many phrases.
Depending on my locations it still makes plenty praises.
I was uncertain of this place, but this is now my residence.
As this poetry is to me, the White House is to presidents.
So after a hard day’s work, I can come and retreat here.
And secrete tears, this fortress of solitary write where I defeat fear.

For your cause I am beholden to us all.
Push with all your might and it shall be.
Ignore the pain, the pain of yesterday.
And dwell upon the aftermath of sweet victory.
My God, man I am on the toilet!
I know and the smell of victory in the morning
Smells like the **** that resides in the toilet.
Go away, I need to concentrate!
This is not about concentration, it is about willpower.
Clenching your fists will do no good, they don’t do the work.
You might as well make a face to stare at the sun than to make a face now.
I’m done! Will you stop being weird and lets go.
Now it is time for the washing of hands.
Because we want no evidence of what just happened.
Even those the smell will say to all of us what happened here.
Ugh you’re so dramatic.

I was walking down the street
I saw a sign that said Free Hugs
And people chanting Hugs for Free
My face lit up
Finally someone that understands
I went to those with outstretched arms
And told them Say no more
I ran with Hugs from way back when
This must be the new protest
They looked confused
I then asked Who is this Hugs
And how can I help get my brother out of prison
He is like family to me
Hugs for Free
More like Hugs for President
They put their hands down
And quickly crossed the street
I hope they let Hugs out soon
I’m looking forward to meeting him.

General Tso.
The staple of the community
First we liked hot sauce.
Then we liked fried chicken.
Now we liked them married together
I mean, marinated together.

General Tso’s Chicken.
It is what is on every kids lips
When he goes to certain restaurants.
But I wonder about this General Tso
If he could be real.
He can’t be real.
Because I heard he fed his General Tso’s Chicken
To his men.
And that is how they named it.
I thought, then he must be a turncoat.
Judas Iscariot as general.
Because there is no way anyone can fight
With General Tso’s Chicken in them.

You don’t feel like taking up arms.
You feel like putting your arms down.
To lie down and sleep
As the enemy is charging.
And as soon as you finish eating
You feel hungry again.
I guess General Tso did his job.
The question is, for which side?

I checked the day
Sometimes they run together.
But today better be my day.
I put the alert on my phone.
It was December.
The time for eggnog.
If milk and ice cream had a baby
Eggnog would be its child.
And I would be the man
Who would adopt it into me.
Don’t judge.
We all have our vices.
Mine just happened to be a drink
That is made of all the things
You eat for breakfast from the fridge.

So I went to the store.
All happy with excitement.
I probably should not be this excited.
But eggnog only comes once a year.
The time of year for holiday trees.
And caroling.
But I did not come for the tree
I did not come to sing
Give me my eggnog.
It is my gift to myself
I arrived at the store.
I just hope that victory is here.
I mean eggnog.

I went into the store.
And looked at the price.
It was 10 dollars
For a thing of eggnog.
I was shocked and confused
This price hurt my feelings.
I thought how dare you.
The milk did not cost that much.
The ice cream you put in a machine.
Why should I sacrifice Hamilton
He was not even a dollar bill
That was a president.
That’s how you know its one of the important ones.
I left in a huff.

I went to a different store.
Hopefully things would be different.
I looked at the price
It was reasonable this time.
But I looked at the name.
Something seemed wrong.
It said Not-Nog.
I said
Maybe too loud for all to hear
If it is Not-Nog then I’m not buying!
I left that store
Strike two.

I thought this is the last store.
They should have eggnog.
I bought eggnog here last year.
I want the streak to continue.
Then I saw an eggnog
Called West Indian eggnog
I said So the eggnog traveled and came back?!
I decided to buy it
And give some to my cousin as a test.
Not all of it
Because I might want to drink some.
I gave it to my cousin.
I told him it was a new Christmas drink
That was all the rage.
He drank some
And by his expression I did not want to drink.
He seemed, too happy.
So I wrapped it and gave it to him as a early Christmas present.
I guess this year I would have to do without eggnog.
At least my cousin was satisfied.

My name is Joseph
That is what my father calls me.
I am a dreamer
But when I told my brethren my dreams
I saw disgust all over their faces.
I don't know why they are so upset.
All I said was that they would bow down to me.
And I would rule over them.
I thought it was obvious even before the dream.
My father gave me a coat
And sent me out to my brothers.
I had another dream
I think I'll tell them in the fields.
But they grabbed me with angry hands.
I had no idea they had such hatred.
They threw me in the pit.
Where there is no waters.
I looked around
I tried to climb out
I slipped and fell.
I'm so thirsty.
Brothers if this is a joke its not funny
Let me out!!!
Will I ever leave this waterless place?
Or will it be my grave?