Today

Today I come before you to put you first.
This is not about me.
I’m fine… no lie…
regardless of difficulties and struggles
I’m really handsome under this beard.
I hope you laughed.
I will good cheer your way.
May it channel into enthusiasm.
May no task be a chore.
May your heart sing along to its every beat.
May your vibrant eyes and smile open doors.
May you stand in your truth…
fearless and respected.
May all who will you ill
learn the error of their ways… forthwith.
May we all be more forthright
so as not to waste so much of our time
in confusion.
May your path be more clear for you.
May you know yourself and love when you feel it.
May your moments of doubt be few and far between
and unfounded.
Look… Thrive.
You are deserving of all the blessings
that the divine can muster.
Know that.
Walk in that knowledge.
Walk in your light.
Asé.

Today

~ Daiikiru Maximillion™
©Errol Percival Jr. 2021

Master Tongue.

Freudian slips and poisonous lips.
People tell on themselves and think you don’t know shit.
Loosely introduce me.
Don’t tie me to your ship.
Matter of fact no intro necessary.
Direct line to divine no intermediary.
I love you though.
I’ll keep that fresh in heart and thought
so I don’t forget when I regard your walk
as leading away from what sparks the art and it’s elevation i.e. the move to drive from park.
There’s really no need to hawk the ark.
Nature moves in grand procession to what is “destined”.
All is and was destined after the fact.
Once you think or act you cannot take it back.
It is indelibly imprinted… in the Akasha…
Even stones can be cracked up… and may return to dust.
So nothing can compare to what is written in us.
Que te pasa?
DNA Mufasa… Jaffe Joffer…  Shiva’s Jata.
Verses and Katas. Perfection practice…
Prim and proper.
Comparison… addition division… makes some average… Makes some imitators and imposters… Makes some savage…
to excuse savagery of the “civilized”.
Drapetomania vaccine… spirituality sincretized… Catholicism… 
Wool over eyes…
Wool over eyes…
Lamb chops on the shepherds plate…
Fools are the wise.
Fools are the wise.
In due season and time.
Saying it twice doesn’t make it right.
Saying it thrice might make it arrive.
Playing your cards right might make you arise.
Turning over the table might force setting “the game” aright.
Might is subject to consciousness and character.
Sycophants are just as bad as disparagers.
Be true; be free. Be your own masterer.
Asé
Dai-ikiru Akasha Maximillion
(Errol “Moxie” Percival Jr.)

Honorable Men Shun…

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

Daily Practice Dreams

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

Morning Night Write

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

FB Memory

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.

Memory Lane Library

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

To Who So Ever

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.)

Exclusive; Just For You

i am here… for now.

fully invested.

totally unimpressed with

what once held awe

i am far from uninspired

unexcused by “im tired.”

i know what i can fast from

and fuel up on

i also know the cost

it is inevitably paid

i embrace the inevitability of pain

in the realm of champions

asé ▲

‘S

Where does it belong?
With whom does it reside?
What tales has it gathered
like moss or dust?
Is it or has it loved enough?
When is enough enough?
How can it be told?
It takes no heed.
It treads on oblivious to call…
immune to pull or spin.
It counts none as friend or peer.
It is the essence of unbothered.
Timeless…
Untied…
Unanchored…
Unbarred…
Unhinged…
Unguarded…
A portal… to, through,
and for fearlessness.
Not for faint of heart or anything else.
Boldness… in print, intent, and enactment.
Impartial… ne’er a fragment…
Any more…
Wholeness is its precinct.
Brilliant and resplendent are its vehicles.
Affected is its purpose…
Against all odds.

Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion
(Errol “Moxie” Percival Jr.)