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Yahkiyah Yisrael Poem
Be converted… and become as little children
That’s truly the only way to be free.
Before being subjected to the harshness of the world
before your head was filled with voices
the algorithm of the world
our oppressors.
Before we got so confused
Rewind, go back and remember
Not all these customs are ours.
Not all these voices belong to us.
They belong to other people
Other races
from other places.
some are old customs passed down
some are old memories
some come from our methods of survival.
Most of it isn’t even truth
maybe you’re thinking too much
BREATHE. MEDITATE, PRAY
cause maybe you’re feeding into the wrong memories
but we were conditioned to be this way.
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Yahkiyah Yisrael Poem
Father above,
why are we dying?
No matter how hard we try
we can’t stop mothers from crying.
Everything we see.
Hear. Read.
In this place
is only to mislead
Those in power
Cheat. Lie. Steal.
They’re hidden agenda
we’ve began to reveal.
Why can’t we try
to unite
to come together
and fight.
Too many brothers
bleeding
Too many fathers
leaving
Too many sisters
being raped
too many mothers
being abused.. on tape
Our Heavenly Father
is growing tired
of your blatant disrespect
he’s about to put your asses in check.
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Yahkiyah Yisrael Poem
10.30.19
Suicide is real
Anxiety
Building up
Crushing
Desires of
Ever existing
Feeling like a
Gnat
Hoping they’d see me.
Invisible
Junkie
Knives call me,
Ledges scream
My
Name
Oh, come swallow these
Pills. Having no
Qualms about living.
Ropes around my neck
Slipping
Through the cracks
Useless
Varmint
With flaws on
Xerox
You’ve counted me as
Zero
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Yahkiyah Yisrael Poem
Pandemonium seeps and creeps like a thief in the night
Seeking to consume everything in sight
fear shown leads to their delight
madness, hopelessness & confusion
weaves a web of delusion
man, I think I need a whole body transfusion
I mean don’t panic this is nothing new
Just run out and stock up on food & toiletries too
then take a deep breath it will be over soon
old man Trump got everything under control
just keep your hands in your pockets don’t touch the rails or polls
and whatever you do don’t eat what’s in the bowl
don’t approach anyone that appears to be choking
I’m not joking
it matters not if they seem to be croaking
mask, gloves, protective gear
COVID-19 a convenient way to make us fear
by putting these viruses in the atmosphere
stay clear of those who look ill
don’t take that $48 round trip flight to Brazil
even though it’s a steal
no hugs, no kiss, no affection
don’t want to increase my chances for infection
these guidelines are for yours and my protection
don’t inhale or exhale too hard
don’t lounge around in your own backyard
but please oh please don’t stop using your bank card
and as you drive around
looking for what’s left on the shelves to be found
let’s try not to have a nervous breakdown.
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Yahkiyah Yisrael Poem
My brothers & sisters are sleep walking
and soon will wake up and notice
that they’ve overslept.
Rushing to put on their Sunday best
bursting through the door &
running for salvation
but by the time they reach the gate
you find that the gentiles have taken your place
Perhaps your salvation is corrupt.
They have no intent on saving us
Fools cannot feed you if their wisdom comes from a place
Of bondage.
Pastors teaching the same doctrine that their oppressors
taught in the day of slavery.
Now tell me how that’s going to wake up my people.
Hosea 4:6
Isaiah 49:6 & 42:6
Acts 13:47
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Yahkiyah Yisrael Poem
Thank you for your love
Thank you for your protection
Thank you for leading me
in the right direction.
Thank you for your word
that inspires me
thank you for walking ahead
guiding my steps appropriately.
Thank you for the gifts
That you’ve given abundantly
for you took my hand
and delivered me.
Thank you for being strong
when I am weak
and thank you for mercy
when I am wrong.
Thank you for the angels
that watch over me
through the good &the bad
thank you Father for keeping me.
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Yahkiyah Yisrael Poem
Naked on all accounts
I am not perfect
I am not without flaw
Yet you can’t shame me
Because I know who I am and who sent me
I don’t try to hide from you
I don’t want to blend with you
You people of the world
I want to be …
Naked on all
accounts
You can cut my hair
Bald me
Strip me
of everything you call beauty
Take the clothes
Strip me bare
Strip me of everything
you consider fashionable
Let me be
Naked on all accounts
I apologize for everything I did
And for the things I didn’t do
Because all things done and undone
Were imperfect for you
Forgive me
for not listening
For not praying as often as I should
Forgive me for not reading
and preparing myself for the trials that are before me
I could never hide myself from you
To you I am bare
Without covering
You are the Father of all seeing
And to You
I AM NAKED ON
ALL ACCOUNTS!!
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Yahkiyah Yisrael Poem
My brothers,
There is no free man in America
only pawns
we’re held captive by politics
IRS, SSA, birth certificates & bonds
they show no leads to our true identity
the oppressors want to break us down
they want to steal our souls
and experiment on us
when we refused to be controlled
Yahweh is our only way to salvation
but you refuse to know Him
because the devils in power
want to keep you in check and worship them
The pastors are paid
to keep your eyes closed
but no mercy will be given
to those who chose to lead
Yahweh’s people down the wrong road.
8.18.19
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Yahkiyah Yisrael Poem
Vines blossom
leaving the youth behind
Starting from the bottom
grows thick strong vines
the gardens so alive
a place of comfort & pleasure
such a nice place for a King to provide
for his Queen of forever
Take care to guard your space
Protect it from things large and small
let nothing corrupt this place
let nothing defile it at all
but the King did nothing to protect and was blind to deceit
the little foxes delved under the fence
and on the vines, they begin to feast
indulging on its sweet contents
Those crafty little foxes are spoiling the vine
Bringing on pride, jealousy and anger
poisoning our mind
& putting the vineyard in danger
Those clever little foxes are spoiling the vine
Stunting the growth of hope, dreams, & longevity
All things divine
Those little foxes seek to destroy me
Chase away those little foxes
that spoil the vine
they are so obnoxious
they want to destroy everything divine
Songs of Solomon 2:15
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Yahkiyah Yisrael Poem
10.3.19
This doubt disease
This doubt disease
Oh, it tingles all your extremities
Pulsating through the very existence of you
In control of your every move dragging you with such ease.
The raging blood flows when you feel deceived
Its calling from inside if you with delirious desire
it screams in your dreams
it takes you out of your body
beyond the voice of reason
past the sun, moon & stars
beyond the scope of time… every single season
your doubt claims you. You are mine.
It slows your stride. Snatching your happiness from within.
But the warm feeling of being comforted by thoughts and feelings so familiar you stay… saying
Me and this doubt disease we’ve got history. We have rapport.
We got a routine. Our PH is aligned
But you. Dope of reality you’re a drug to divide.
Leave us alone. Let us be
the truth you’re trying to force is going to kill me.
This doubt disease that you’re trying to eradicate is part of my DNA
So, get away from me with this reality poison
I only allowed to see things this way. The way doubt has shown me
He advised me of your plot, your plan.
You’re trying to make a fool of me. Embarrass & mock me
But your lies wont work in this life span.
This doubt disease
Its calling from inside of you with delirious desire
Flame ignited. Setting your soul on fire
Engulfing your body with flames
Confusion calls you by your name
You attempt to focus
to snap out of the trance
you reach out to the heavens in prayer
seeking Yahweh’s help but doubt says there’s none there
The momentum of your raging blood flows through your veins
escaping its containment with no place to go
& silly you, thought you had it under control
False accuser. Speaking unjust
Lustful thinker with a spirit of distrust.
Reputation ruin-er. Attacker of integrity
You hypocrite how dare you judge me
You question truth, faith, love and family
Doubt disease consumes his host. He has the victory.
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