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Karega Ani Poem
God Is
God is not confused
God is not amused
God is not impressed
God does not watch commercials
God is not the target demographic
God does not buy name brand clothes or slave labor labels
God is not stylish
God is not popular
spoken of often but
God is not popular
God
Currently has multiple copyright infringement and slander cases in litigation
‘cause people keep on placing his name in the middle of nonsense
God is often imitated and killed daily
God finds your insanity boring
God laughs at what you think you know
God know you don’t know her
God ignores posers
Your ego slashed God’s tires
God is all dressed up with nowhere to go
God is the greatest dancer you’ve never seen
God is a beautiful wallflower
Waiting on your call
Dios no hablo ingles
God is against comprehensive immigration reform
God is also against borders
and inequitable sociopolitical and socioeconomic policies
God is not capitalistic
God is not patriotic
God is not contemporary
God is not cosmopolitan
God is a Sunda(zed) effigy
the Author rendered understudy by impostors
Perfection red lined and compartmentalized
Prepackaged for your comfort and their control
God is not a GMO
God is not a seedless watermelon
or a perfectly yellow and uniform bunch of bananas
God is not a Li-ger
God is not a Kentucky Fried Chicken wing
God is not at Chick Fil-A or Church’s chicken either
God is not a contradiction or a fictional promise
God is waiting at the end of our grey wavering
God is not one of us
God is the true and living absolute
God is love unequivocal
the binary promise
the timeless omni-dimensional logic appearing illogical to the finite senses
God is exact and infinite
the mystery in which there is no intrigue
the balance in deed rendering speech meaningless
God is beyond question or renegotiation
God never whatever
God ever forever
The bearer of the standard that I strive to stand upon
The principle to which I wish to nearer draw
The here to there
The this to that
The then now and ever in an instant
The all in all in which it all makes sense
the destination
the road itself
and the motivation to keep on walking
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What is a poem absent the context of motion
a meandering spark of nebulous intent
a senseless sentiment bereft of sphere
an ultimately monumental apparition
a lie of omission
and a trivial pursuit of nothing
there can be no intensity before breathing
before tasting the gun smoke
rebellion and anguish in the air
before inhaling the acrimonious stench
of one-sided comfortable silences
and before biting one’s tongue until rage and red ink
suddenly crescendo into a scream
you’re a poet…
so what?
a world full of torment and vitriolic laughter
is no place for empty sentiments
in the end what sacrament
will you have sacrificed silence for
what will be the punch line of it all
when the stars are obfuscated by
your failure to protect the sky
and all of the water is as black
as the hearts of the damned
and the Earth has chosen to mirror
the austerity of men
when all the choirs have died
and there’s no one left to praise you
who will you pray to
who will be your refuge
when you finally deduce that you are small?
will you awaken
when the apocalypse descends
will your words miraculously echo new meaning
alighting seraphic wings to reach the ears of God
an apology shabbily prefacing their recollections
when there is nothing left to say
in real life
what do your insights incite
where is your wit
the incisive intent of your pen
what hours odds and ends are too long for your will
too over the top for your “god given gifts”
how will you be remembered
in the end
as you reached for the stars
how deep did you dig
were you the oracle that God intended
the deliverer of liberation
diminishing the sum of the dimness
if it took withholding nothing to save a no one
how much were you willing to give them
when it is all said and done
what truly was?
in retrospect
when you spoke
what did you move?
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We claim to love
but foolish pride swallows apologies
wrecks reconciliation and forgoes forgiveness
rendering sweetness bitter
it is an emotional hoarder
an insatiable sin
incessantly collecting resentment
commoditizing the priceless
bankrupting unity and burning optimism to ashes
it is an assassin’s bullet shattering the windows to the soul
it is a death kiss
pernicious and ubiquitous
convinced of its infallibility and yet
the ego is a manifold deception
a blindfold masquerading an x-ray
high octane recklessness eviscerating progress
it is arrogance mimicking affirmation
lending mystery to the vacuous
self-centered gibberish
rippling into infinity
and stripping love of its gist
it is delusions of grandeur
parading naked through town square
and fooling the fool alone
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This is dedicated to the
walking conversation pieces
to the crazy geniuses waiting until tomorrow to
procrastinate
this is for the night writers and red bull fighters
to the strange and the brave
the dedicated and sleepless
this is for all of us
the ear hustlers and track runners
prodigious polemicists built for this struggle
we rhyme slick and shine sick
glibly Iridescent lyricists typically dissonant
and weird
and fierce
and beautiful
This is for you
The impetus to dismember your worthless fears
The inner strength to live within your purpose here
Your oddity is a commodity
You weren’t meant to blend in
It is beneath you to dibble or dabble in the typical
ascend into your infinite potential
and glow from the highest apex
become the incarnate gods and goddesses
you’ve been set aside to be
humble yet subsequent to none
this is for us
we are the people movers
spiritually fit individuals mentally equipped to lift the densest
ideas
we are the Ummah
the conduit
creations mimicking the creator
plugged in to the one
Summum Bonum understanding
understated over comers
lovingly cutting the puppet master’s strings
upsetting the imbalance
disquieting the comfortable silence
and freeing the people
with a song
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Mourning Commute
would be phoenixes
masquerade in Gotham
snowbirds alighting
outrunning the cock's crow
leaving their respective nests
cold
huddled in subterranean tunnels
awaiting the next iron worm
three piece sardines
breaststroking up steam
in relentless pursuit of false promises
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