So many programs pushed…
A cacaphony of character flaws on display
like gaudy paintings in a gallery
with walls for rent regardless of merit…
Fine tooth comb through the haystack…
No needle is worth this wastage.
Truth rips what they sew.
Even Eden’s soil would reject
their deposited seeds
like incompatible transplanted organs.
Argue the historicity of allegory
’til you’re blue in the face.
It avails one naught.
The lost are leading the lost.
Both feign blindness for comfort,
getting points across a bridge
that was to be burned ages ago.
Who has a stake
in your stagnation and fragmentation?
Who has you feasting on the fat but never getting to the meat of the matter?
Who has you treading their beaten path
next to be battered… to bits?
Two bit, cockamamie, “fugazey”…
Impish ilk… stumps in stilts…
rumpled silks…will that wilts
with watering… and light of day.
May eggs rest in nest and not baskets.
Rescind the right of cowards to make innocence their bastard child.
Count all “conquests”… matings/weddings.
DNA contests… Lineage is lineage.
Farces for the farce of property
and forced false propriety…
Our minds hence our worlds a shambles…
Peer past pretentious pious’
pathological “piety”….
Analyze the angles.
Shift!

Asé.

~ Daiikiru Maximillion™
©2022 Errol Percival Jr.

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.)

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

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.

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 ▲