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
To Who So Ever.
I’m not what you took me for.
I’m not what you’re looking for.
That cat don’t live here no more.
I’m POEtic… Not RAVENous…
Never more can anyone carry us.
I’m here to feed not eat
and overcome every challenger.
I worked hard to get here.
I’m working hard to leave.
I refuse to remain on a plateau.
No resting on laurels for me.
Tiredness is no excuse
and pain unlocks the door to my muse.
Keyless entry…
My journal is an open book.
My soul is a sentry…
armed to the teeth.
Endgame:
Queen and two rooks
versus just pawns.
Ra men cooking your noodles
al dente. Amen, kill softly, perform.
Ends for preyers that pretend
to have so many things in common
to get in Gods graces and betray them…
Thus rise the fallen on any given morning
gossiping and quarreling.
Look, tell Shaitan you ain’t see me djinn.
Can your toxic reimaging of me out of character with your vain imaginings
of me as anything other than
problem solver and lower self conquered.
My ego is a conscript of my higher self and conscience.
So keep your misery energy confined to your hell your demons and your monsters.
We don’t do that here.
Word to the Panthers.
Signed Daiikiru… Alchemical Advancer.
Asé.
Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion
(Errol “Moxie” Percival Jr.)
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