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I have a few insights for every situation.
I walk alone on this Earth like a fugitive demon.
I draw nearer to the flames with every transgression.
I despise glory, yet that harlot will make my legacy immortal.
Wounds remain open in my tormented heart.
I chose solitude to preserve my surroundings.
Dark forces shine in my eyes ever since I discovered the pleasures of chaos.
My contempt for human beings makes me laugh when piles of dust try to undermine the rise of my celestial spark.
They will never betray me.
I have never granted my trust to those traitors.
I do good to my fellow man to erase a few sins in the grimoire of my karma.
I speak with eloquence,
I dress with elegance,
To conceal the fury blazing through my veins, widened by the darkness of the abyss.
My stay in this dimension is a nightmare filled with scenes of horror.
I watch men preach democracy while dropping tons of bombs on lands overflowing with wealth beneath their fertile soil.
I am not your brother, I will not lie to you,
We do not share the same indelible scars.
I will never be a hypocrite, unlike those parrots who repeat the fleeting vanities of liberty, equality, and fraternity.
Where I come from, a man is free only if he accepts to bear the weight of his chains with dignity.
The heirs of the slavers wish for me to remain property.
My family tree was ransomed by the predators of the Republic of Enlightened Slave Masters.
I have excelled in excess since the very first minutes of my life.
The only laws I respect are those that sanctify the blasphemies spoken by my insolent tongue.
When I was younger, consumerism scourged my convictions so that my ambitions would be merely financial.
You who read me, do not seek transcendence in the obscenity of my ramblings.
I wield a colonial language like a weapon of war against those who sanctify anti-Black hatred.
I await the reaper like a condemned man at peace in death row’s corridor.
I am not a poet, merely a prophet confined between filthy walls shaped by human madness.
No tears will honor my dusk.
In the furnaces, my throne is gilded like the entrails of the sun.
I poison myself to endure the torments of my clairvoyant mind,
A journey littered with catastrophes and irreversible scars.
I chase nightmares I will find in hell,
My face drowned in the fleeting vanities humanity sanctifies.
I am in no rush to honor my appointment with the reaper,
Like a terminally ill patient who still dares to dream.
I am trapped in an asylum where appearances and masks
Are the mirrors of madness.
I burn my neurons with cannabis
To find beauty in the ugliness of my surroundings.
My indelible scars are searing reminders of my insignificance.
I have tamed the violence of silence
To anesthetize my demonic urges.
I trust not in human frailty,
Like a bipolar paranoiac.
The darkness of the furnaces of the bearer of light
Shines deep in my eyes.
I am a solitary soul, persecuted
By its demons and ghosts.
The melancholy of my heart has chained
My mind to the depths of bitterness.
My life on Earth has been infernal torture
Since the day I let out my first cry.
I am compelled to sow the seeds of chaos
In this dimension, to unlock the gates of immortality.
A symphony of blasphemies, to discover every fragrance of freedom.
February 7 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 19-21
Key Verse – Leviticus 19:37 Therefore shall ye observe all my statutes, and all my judgments, and do them: I am the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US
TO OBSERVE HIS STATUTES
Praise be to God for enabling us to
observe His statutes so we can be:
Holy constantly and persistently
Healthy physically and spiritually
Happy wisely and righteously
Harvesting abundantly and continuously
Humbled respectfully and lovingly
Hearty triumphantly and jubilantly
Heavenly serenely and divinely
Leviticus 20:8 Praise be to the Lord Who
sanctifies us against:
Sinful defilement
Selfish profanity
Satanic curse
Sarcastic confusion
Seductive wickedness
Shameful corruption
Slanderous filthiness
Sorrow-causing abomination
Leviticus 21:8 Praise be to the Saviour keeps on
reminding us that we should be holy; therefore, we must:
Depart from transgression’s pleasure
Disregard iniquities’ offers
Drive away from whoredom’s whispers
Despise sins' blasphemies
Draw nigh to Christ’s altar
Dwell in the sanctuary of the Almighty
Devote toward consecration through the Holy Spirit. Amen!
February 7, 2024
My life is a nightmare that fate embellishes with scenes of horror.
I was born in the bowels of misery, my heart crushed by rage and terror.
I know the stench of battlefields, the taste of a child soldier’s tears,
I’ve seen all the demonic faces that the angel of death can wear.
My impure soul is a cemetery of eloquent pains,
In my mind tormented by human savagery, only indelible stains.
I have seen lonely mothers bury their fears beneath shrouds of silence,
Traumatized fathers fading upright, eyes nailed to absence.
I’ve walked straight upon the ruins of my own desolation,
Beneath a sky where scarred stars bleed without cessation.
My past haunts me, a pale specter with slitted eyes,
It whispers blasphemies backward, in thunderous cries.
My skin is armor, forged from mute scars,
My wounds are oaths that love shattered into shards.
I am a child of darkness, orphaned of light,
A stray tightrope walker, on a thread of dust in flight.
Yet in the furnaces of hell, however faint, a divine spark persists,
A fragment of rebellious life that sorrow cannot extinguish.
I take risks to erase this ocean of suffering,
I sail against the current on a sea of untrusting.
My dreams are leaking rafts tossed by indifference,
Yet I still row, guided by the instinct of resistance.
My nights are filled with screams no ear can catch,
Forgotten faces that my memory cannot detach.
I live among shadows, I speak to the gone,
I console my ghosts who weep within my blood alone.
My days are duels between the fall and the rise,
A silent pact between the abyss and a last try.
My color wears the mourning of futures cut down,
Yet in the blaze of my tears, something walks on unbound.
I am the gravel voice of a world betrayed,
The witness of a century in ruins, by forgetfulness decayed.
I no longer beg for peace — I forge it from my torment,
I carve my convictions in stone to defy my lament.
For even the damned can script their liberation,
Transform their pain into a proud declaration.
And if I must fall, let it be standing, unrepentant to the core,
With my traumas as epitaph, and my courage as accord.
O Lord forgive the sins of my mind,
tortures of the brain,
my ears’ inflamed with blasphemies,
my eyes with sordid violence.
Open the heavens, Lord.
Encircle me with a halo of purity-doves,
with peace beyond understanding,
with the gentle and overflowing love of Christ.
My eyes, like a clear day
and ears filled with birdsong, sweet.
My mind riveted on the words of life
my brain reborn, like a ruddy infant.
Wise words form seeded clouds.
A bold and gentle rain resounds.
My feet walk on the waters -
a path well-lit by my Savior. Christ blesses
his decisive people in a crescive lifeboat.
5/29/2022
I converse with my demons.
The monologues are endless,
Dark confessions on scraps of macabre memories.
My mouth stays shut after uttering blasphemies,
I terrorize my ghosts with the darkness of my fantasies.
I stumbled before the gates of hell,
It's too late — I'll end up in Lucifer's furnaces.
The journey will be chaotic until the final breath,
No consolation, only incurable wounds in this infernal abyss.
I smile at the angel of death like those fanatics ready to die for a few virgins.
My humanity embraces all the demonic facets of its spark,
Forever at war with a legion of the damned,
A procession of curses on the highway of immortality.
A few impure souls to sacrifice on the altar of repentance,
Pharaoh's blood to cleanse my dignity,
To be a slave for the glory of my oppressors — impossible.
To brandish arms — a saving urgency.
Throw me a banana, and I'll send you straight to the doorstep of my ancestors.
I learned to handle weapons of war in a banana republic.
I'm on alert, like those sleeper agents.
Servitude and submission are forbidden.
I preach peace, justice, and harmony,
But I do not fear the horrors of chaos.
My existence traumatizes my enemies.
Everyone's gone...
There's no one to look up to...not one...
Not one will be kind enough
To look down and attempt to help me...
Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the debris
There's no one there to save me...
I'm left to my own misery
Everyone's gone...
I guess I'll find my way out of this maze
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to dawn upon me
Everyone's gone
I'm dealing with so much trauma
I'm watching for any signs of support...
Hear my echoes of pain...
It drives me insane...
Catch me before I fall off the cliff...
Everyone's gone
I'm all skin and bones
I'm trapped like a hunted animal
The predator took a bite into me...
Don't just watch me suffer...
Deserted in this lonesome state
Everyone's gone
I'm kicked around like a soccer ball
Hear me as I call...
Help me to stand tall
Help me...
Reach up to the sky
To feel the coolness seep through me
Help me...
To be inspired to write more uplifting songs
Help me think more positively - help me wave g'bye
Help me...
Forgive me for all of my wrongs...
Everyone's gone
I'm a screwed-up building
I need you to be my backbone
Straighten me up...help me to be stiff like a soldier
About to enter another horrifying war
Support me today...
And stick with me tomorrow!
I want to let go of the past memories...
Scaring away my happy moments and delights
I want to smear away the blasphemies…
Obliterating my blissful days and nights
Everyone's gone...
There's no one to depend on...not one...
Not one will be brave enough
To look down and attempt to help me...
Everyone's gone...
I'm beneath the city
There's no one to show me the jolly sun...
I'm left to my own misery
Everyone's gone...
Fine… I'll find a way to get out of this nightmare
Without any clues
I'm waiting for relief to give me strength instead of fear
In the twilight of my melancholy existence, love savors its bravery, like a vulture allergic to the suspicious aspects of ephemeral glamour, in a final macabre choreography.
On the edge of the precipice of my dramatic choices, my sacrifices reveal the artifices of their curses, but also the selfishness of their spiritual benefits in the face of the imposture of the supposed crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
The eloquence of my silence allowed my innocence to resist the violence of arrogance.
The tyranny of hegemony and the xenophobia of foreigners breed racial savagery and imperialist barbarism, while Western supremacy is transformed into a burlesque comedy trivializing negrophobia.
Suffering generates sentences, but sometimes repentance opens the way to independence, so that insolence can never turn into condescension.
Between the medals and the funerals, between the reunions and the reprisals, battles grip the rudder of my destiny, with a range of tortures.
My emotions oscillate between devotion to justice and the promotion of disbelief, urgently seeking remission of my transgressions, before the purification of the flames of hell plunges my divine spark into the furnaces of illumination.
The liberation of my ambitions contributed to the strengthening of my convictions, so that my determination unleashed the full extent of my potential.
My distance from dementia is minimal, even if the angel of death exempts me for the moment from the penances of the eternal abyss, my blasphemies sow the seeds of a new hope.
The history of my people is the memory of its victories and the grimoire of its disappointments,
Despite the decline of the pharaohs, the savagery of slavery and the barbarity of colonization, she taught me saving lessons so that my Africanness could flourish throughout the Earth.
In the permanent search for truth and sincerity, I aspire to freedom, equality and fraternity,
To a serenity, far from the vanities that humanity loves to adulate to forget its fragilities.
Between my feelings and their punishments, stands the sanctuary of the last judgment, their compliments obscure the lights of my cosmic atom.
In the quarrels of my past, the aftereffects persist, recalling the rebellious periods of my tormented soul.
I will never trust human beings, even if immortal love challenges my conscience.
Happy National Dog Day, PS!
Beagle, boxer, poodle, pug,
Airedale, cocker spaniel, terrier,
Shiatsu, pom, or something furrier,
Pedigreed or cur-ish mug,
Dogs make our lives ever so much merrier.
We pick up after, poof, and pamper them,
But, never like our kids,
Do we with the Ten Commandments try to hamper them.
Consider how they often make us break with number Seven,
And other blasphemies they might incur if there were Eleven.
But for all their sins they make amends
With apologetic eyes, and ingratiating grins.
We try holding out, but in the end,
A sloppy kiss, first us then them,
A wag, a hug, and we're best friends again.
My demons terrorize my ghosts.
With cannabis, I treat the aftermath of my chaotic choices.
Irrevocable truths engraved on the indelible scars of my impure soul.
I'm still trapped in the same nightmare since my divine spark drifted closer to the flames of hell.
I sing the symphonies of my miserable life into the microphones of the bearer of light.
I stopped whining before the universal force.
One day, I will bathe in Lucifer’s furnaces to taste the delights of eternal life.
I accumulate transgressions and blasphemies since I discovered the grim nature of humanity.
I celebrate my failures so my victories remain taciturn, like the melodies of silence.
I still cannot chase after the fleeting vanities that humans sanctify.
Still not a hypocrite, so truthful that solitude has become my ally.
Still allergic to injustice and forked tongues.
Still alive to never imprison my dignity in a dungeon of victimhood lamentations.