Jay Elect…
Genuflect
Skillshot.
King the best.
Push pass pawns
through promotion
straight to victory.
Nike mate.
Petty cannot get to me.
Divine debate.
Jihad…
Reenacting Jacob wrestling.
We odd… We gods…
Upend the mess you’re nestled in.
Maggots.
Soon to be flies.
Can’t catch a whiff of the best of us.
Much less get it.
What you expect of us
powerful spirits?
We defy all of that
in favor
of righteous
Destiny.
That will be all. Thank you.
Asé.
~ Daiikiru Maximillion™
©Errol Percival Jr. 2021
Drumming in dreams…
Signalling and scenes
Set.
Waking intervenes.
In between its fullness and the dream…
Gunshot sounds and screams…
Dread
before the veil is fully lifted then…
Relief.
Second world problems,
moments impacting all worlds…
Is it out of character to do things
out of character rather than for response
for some characters?
Shakespeare said all the world is a stage.
Who does the playwright speak for?
All pedestals are in valleys of decision now.
We are for the mountaintops
as launching pads to lift off from pinnacle
and listen intently at seashores or seashells
and between words…
Silence spirals forth
allowing hallowing meditations
that make even four walls
infinitely spacious
to expand the potentiality
of the latent loquacious
in preparation for the time
to unleash a rush of statements
with perfected in the pocket placement
yet still exhibiting nature’s pace and patience.
Asé
~ Daiikiru Maximillion™
©Errol Percival Jr. 2021
Hanging on every word…
Executors and gallows…
Unfilled in blanks…
What’s in the banks?
Rivers of revenue…
Lined pockets
The Nile watches.
Pollution tainted waters lament.
Who hears?
Emptied barrels make the host’s noise.
Passenger seats
riddles on repeat.
Bucks stop short of lamb blooded doors.
Really?
Mother’s suns… Little ones…
Righteous slaughter…
Condoned genocides
The Grand Theft is afoot
No suit Sherlock.
Just a hat for two faces.
Blatant hypocrisy is no mystery.
You shall know them by their works.
You shall know them by their hidden thoughts made manifest.
Your tertiary eye was not given in vain.
Vy not for vile vanity.
Be not a slave to sloth.
Be not goaded by gluttony.
Be not moved to murder.
Be not jabbed by jealousy.
I’ll make what I have above enough.
My divine nature denotes surplus.
Any other validation is superfluous.
Do you work for Mammon or do you work for Us?
Don’t answer we already know?
“Is God a man that he should lie?”
Sigh.
Either way, guaranteed green pastures.
Flood of fire and verdant aftermath…
Heart chakra… dusting off the ash.
Asé.
~ Daiikiru Maximillion™
©Errol Percival Jr. 2021
Memory:
My heart is not heavy.
The world is.
Heavy and dense…
and unwieldy.
But we must carry what carries us.
Or must we?
What other obligations go without saying
and when said sound… outlandish?
Some say the only thing you have to do is
stay black and die.
What a pairing.
I think I’ll make my own as we as creators must create.
The only thing we have to do is be great and live.
Be great and live.
Live on above and beyond circumstances clinging to consciousness like skunk essence and ambergris.
Live balanced by binary code…
Keep the i add the o.
Live love.
Live love and greatness is a given.
Trust.
First love
I can still close my eyes and see the sheen
of the long soft jet black braid
that fades everything else
in that elementary school classroom
out of sight to this day.
You were Afrika, the Americas, and India
within arms reach but yet still so far
from my league… I thought.
Everyone thought you the prettiest girl in school and me the smartest boy.
I hated being labeled a nerd but I loved reading more.
I was an unbalanced shambles
in need of guidance…
more guidance than the ample influx
of ideas and storylines I virtually inhaled
on a daily basis could take the place of.
I learned to pine away in secret.
I learned furtive glances and lookaways.
I learned to hide and make myself small to avoid notice so victimizers wouldn’t see me.
I learned to hide love…
so it wouldn’t be crushed
like so many other dreams.
I want to call it infatuation now
for it never saw fruition.
But I still can feel its purity.
It sits on a shelf in the stacks.
The vast extensive library that feeds my personality is seven times better for it.
Thank you first muse.
Ave Maria Real…
Fletcher of arrows still
for my quiver and quill.
Reminder of my innocence.
Sigh…
I’m smiling big right now.
Blessed love.
Love is life.
Life is the way.
The way is truth.
Truth is the life.
Asé.
~ Daiikiru Maximillion™
©Errol Percival Jr. 2021
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