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Spilling verses
as if they were a life line
Thinly hanging on
In air
Hoping they go
Somewhere
Reaching
Teaching
If not Preaching
A truth
To life
Giving meaning to
Always becoming a path
To our feet
Defying mere physics
Like walking on water.
Inking my way past
Adversity, while attempting to hold onto
Sanity in the midst of human travesty
Man made catastrophes by ego's
Pride.
Let it be so and so
Traveling words
More thunderous
Than dreams do allow
Spilling soul and fire
Flaming paths of
Prayer into the
Ether
Burning insence
Catching the nostrils
Of God Himself or Herself
Raising attention to
Angels and Demons
Hear I am
Here we are
Racing time, in attempts
To move mountains from here to there
On Ledges where
Death no longer Stands,
But stanza and sonnet command
Life is Eternal from mouth to
Hand
Affirming Our Generation
As a Genesis without Nemesis.
Reflecting in the
Mirror dimly is
Me,
a word
The world has known
Thee a time or two
Casting spells
In rhyme and form
Where logos fluidly
And fluently
Speaks to Universe
And Word, Faithfully
Becomes Will
9x's and
The poet's verses
Declare projected
Prophecies.
Thus the word is done
From soul
With the power
Of Divine Expectations
Mystical ,but clear to
Listening Ears
Piercing bone and marrow
Awakening what was once feeble
In many.
May we now speak
With the tongues of Gods
Into unknown tomorrows
Beautiful Order Words
Into a world filled
With The Hope of Love
A solid fruition
Human Ascension
Into never ending Light
As plain as sight beyond sight.
Kevin Guru©2017
The Power of Words
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Kevin Mitchell Poem
It was unnerving
a growling demon of
deprivation,
an
enemy that lurks
in shadows, but
the eyes don't lie
silver spoons
do tarnish
with lack of use
they're tucked
away from public eye
shamed by the ideals
of the elite
without capital leverage
they can't bargain
for slices of pie
alone,
starving souls
often remain on
the threshold of pain
reaching for anything
to fill the void, to
cease the sound of
Hungry cries
the soul, the stomach,
the heart, the mind
all needing substenance
to sustain the firm form
Significant Human dignity
Poverty leaves souls
in the frigid cold
it's hold sounds
like empty stomachs
in Public Schools
Empty minds, and
wagons rattling
needing to be heard
"Feed Me"
even the scraps
will do like
outdated textbooks
and budgets
The elite always has more
A brewing storm
if the belly isn't
fed the norm
hungry they are
the forgotten faces
sifted out via
The Politics of
Education
Urban and Rural
The Hungry bottom
Forced Servitude
Or they hide in
the park after dark
under Bridges
swept and mopped
into Shelters,
or hidden shantytowns
What happened to
The Highest Ideals
of Man?
On Loans,
Or Dream Deferred
and the best
eat and the least
wait in stale
Souplines
while hunger pangs
wale into the night
2 Fish, 5 Loaves
Considering the consciousness
Of America still has a Heart
To feed all that Freedom
That's reached when
All have reached
Satiety
Let us all be
Full and fed
Led the sound
Of hunger be dead......
Kevin Guru © 2019
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Kevin Mitchell Poem
'The Guest of a Sinner'
“The Guest of a Sinner”
The guest of a sinner
climbing heights to
righteousness
away from titles
above the crowd,
and
unrealistic expectations
solely to meet with God
in flesh and bone
spirit and soul
I, invite the divine
to sit and dine
look me over flaws
and sin
with prayer that
God hears and
mends me from
within
Try as I might,
to pay it forward
my
tithes for sin
unbalanced scales
eyes to heart
knocking and
seeking seven fold
every door
just to get in
peering into the dark
feeble attempts to
glimpse at the light
egos do blind and
bind sight eight times
throughout the night
hem and garment
a
guesthouse deemed
worthy by name
like Zahchias in
tree tops
yearn for salvation’s
service
the guest in
a sinner’s house
the spirit must
eat
life after death
while looking east
of Eden into
the new Jerusalem
my impression
of improvement
in imperfect
temples
the guest of a sinner
that all things be
made complete.
Kevin Guru©2018
Christos
Silent Meditation
Spiritual Meditation © 43 minutes ago, Kevin Deshun Mitchell spiritual • love • hope • faith
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Kevin Mitchell Poem
She calls me God and damns me nightly
As we exchange deep sighs and moans
I'm the father of Orgasms and Creations
The moans of a beastly release
She's Mother of every Desire
Match of my fires
explosion galore
From the steamy release
She knows just how to
Please and tease into
Full submission
Conquest and mission
The last gasp of breathe
Only to inhale life
From a river that flows
Towards me
She and I
Exchanged Souls
In the Heat of passions
Life giving Life
In and out
Rhythm and stroke
Lost in the Universe
Of Locking Eyes
Clasping hands
Holding on for
Dear Life
Wetting my Desire
Speaking deeply without
Words
The Magic of Sex that's
Niagara wet
Somewhere East of
Eden Corner to Corner
Walls and all
The Event Horizon
Of A vertical
And Horizontal Dance
Feeding from the
Elixir
We exchanged Life
Thru Soul Music
Our Love
Magic and Ritual
Ancient power
By the
New Moon and fire
In to Deep
Our Sexual Testimonies
pluralisms
No time for sleep
Her Boaz Pillar
Just the right angle
90° Pleas
Please and Tease
Orally she stroked
As I gave her soul confessions
In Every Damn Language
Tongue Speaking
As she downed her babies
Cooling the heat from
The night.
Kevin Guru©2016
New Moon Groove
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Kevin Mitchell Poem
Are we not flesh?
with scars of the heart?
Needing are we
to confess our
darkness?
As it is foretold
Darkness was upon
the deep
Ether, and
Thought became Word then Sound
Then came light.
Are we embraced
by Seen and unseen
Forces?
That if we speak
As God spoke to
Darkness and it
Fled at the coming of Light
Mustn't we fight for what is right
In God's Sight?
Who gave Evil Heights?
Is it not mankind that
was given the character
of Divine 9 Elements,
And do we not have
"A Charge to Keep"?.
Who is man that he allows
woe, calamity, disparities,
And Poverty of Soul.
Are heart and Mind
Black Holes?
Or are we even Whole?
What gives rise to Principalities
That mountains can not be moved?
Are we not The Change we Seek daily?
Is life an oxymoron?
The Paradox of Pandora's
Curious Fall
Even Angels sobbing
can't seem to restore
Man's Plight at all.
From where do we come
That demons demonstrate
The comedy of our given state?
Unpaved are the paths
We tread as we thread
Deception with Religious
Misconception.
A fight or flight
Frenzy as our Eye's
Conception lead to misdirection.
Moving backwards at the speed
Of Darkness an encroachment
On True Divine Destiny.
A dark force approaches
Outlined by the System
Of Spiritual Wickedness,
And Care presses a bit
As we surrender our
Assured Authority.
Flooded are the Pearly gates
With Prayers and Petitions.
Leaving Man Questioning
Why?
And Who Supplies
Our Supplications?
The confession rooms
Are overbooked,
Royal Priesthood's are
Overlooked.
What is our Divine Bloodline
If lifelines are cut short?
Are we left to fend for ourselves or
Is Survival of Fit even Spiritually
Legitimacy for our lack of intimacy?
Who do men say they are before Heaven's Throne?
The Audacity of A Faith
Without Authenticity.
Faith Requires Response
to Prophetic Sacrifice.
Blood on our Hands
If Man can not take
The Righteous Stance
Against an Enemy
An Enigma to Our Fate.
Are flesh and scars
So great that man
Lower the moral bars?
Has dialogue of faiths
sank us thus far?
Do we run in philosophical
Circles to prove a point?
Are we not Great in Grace
And scared to Embrace
The Glory of God's Face
when we meet Him in each other face to face?
Cling to Love its the only Devout Power to devour our drunken state of man's corrupt power.
Love is, Love is, Love is,
The Power
That will free us
From our Tower.
©2016 Kevin Guru
Selah Amen...,
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Kevin Mitchell Poem
Who may rise?
Who may fall?
If Love is power unto itself,
It therefore must be
A force that binds
Builds, and
Answers every begging
Question of the Soul.
Of men
It beckons the heart
To yearn for the unknown
Knocking at every door
To see the unseen
Seeking metaphysical
Truth
The One formula
To every equation
Equaliser of Life.
If we descend into the depths
It is there to lift
And make anew
When she calls to
Thee
Will we therefore
Rise to heights
Never before revealed.
Must we limit her heights
With weights that
Atlas can no longer hold
Shall we then tenfold
make her known
In a world of jarred
Hatred?
She is more than lustful I's
have ever seen in a
Material world that works
To undo our solidarity
Within Creation's Hands
Her natural ability to
be a beacon of light
within the gloomy
corridors of cloudy minds
More than pivotal positions
Of politics
She corresponds to
Pythagorean mystical
math
The Order of One
Right Angles
The knowledge of Angels is
Algebra
Dare we solve the unknown,
Our Destiny
A testing of Will
To Rise above circumstance?
Who may rise?
Who may fall?
We've all been summoned
To her feet
Given the power to walk upon
Waters with the
Sands of time beneath our feet
How dare we fall for not
Answering Her Call?
The Armour
Faith
Hope
Love
A chord not easily Broken
No world weapon shall prosper
Embrace her and be
Solely free to
Experience God
The very Heartbeat of Life
Rise Royally all in her Name
A Love Supreme.
Kevin Guru©2017
A Love Thang
Rise or Fall.
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I wanted to find God
I wanted to see the Universe
I wanted to Converse with
Self intimately
I wanted 20/20Vision
On a 40/40
Dose.
Embraced my polar opposite
Corresponding to Heaven
And Earth
An Eden Alternative
She gave me Gold
Hermetic Alchemy
Freedom from chains
Unraveling my 144
Cell by cell
She aligned my chakrahs
Thru Universal OM Chants
No longer fighting self
At Ease with
What I'd been looking for
As I gaze upon her
Unraveling Mystic
Secrets
Lay ahold to Foundation
Of Cosmic Worthiness
All in Her presence
My Introduction
To becoming a God.. Kevin Guru©2016
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Kevin Mitchell Poem
The ass so phatt
Snared and trapped by hypocrisy
Quintisential Questions
Beg The question
what about that ass so phatt?
Looks good to pretenders
What is your soul food, Mabeline and Maskera?
Don't straddle the line of
Self love and hate
Why are you hiding from the
Source of truth,
Your Sole truth?
Bad make-up is
Glittered and glamoured up
Hours of dressing scars
All the while dying inside
Dying to please men
Spectators at sport
Why let the dawgs define you?
Spiritual Deaths in deserted
Places.
High off hair spray fumes
Beating poision into your pores
Wearing wigs with dyes
dries and natural hair dies
for a set of lies
The holes in your soul
Shakkled by broken motives
Mainstream Attractions
Botox lips, boobs and booty
The sores that leak from
A Black girl's pores.
Subjected to falsified
Beauty claims and propaganda
Her only objective sincere devout affection
Here lies the feme fatal soul infection
Ill advised from highlights in media
Self degradation.
Polyester thongs
that your flesh itch
Mediocre Songs of a woman's worth
Subliminal anarchy's test
about who you are
Your so hurt and abused
by standards that don't fit
They labeled you a bitch
You pitch tantrums and fits
Still looking for a quick fix
Don't quit the fight and
forefeit your rights
Blackshion Exists long past
The nights.
Beautiful Black Skins
Rise again face the
Morning Sun
Take back your Authority
And live in your own Royalty
Black Woman , We Live to Love You
Just as you are, So Be the Woman
You were meant to be Goddesses
Exceptional Master Pieces
God's Own Copyrighten Legacies.....
Kevin Guru©2016
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Heavy Heart
Burdened Mind
In Solace and Silence
I hear your voice
Its so dear to me
Like a sweet memory
In melody.
Alone with gratitude
Sober my attitude
As a different love
Takes me beyond
Olympus's Peaks
To the highest Altitudes
You drive me
Further away from despair
Into Soulful solitude
Quietly my soul
Longs for you
Just to converse with you
Every line is a memoir of you.
She's a voice of
Wisdom like God even
Her nature ordered
To nurture the frail, hurt,
and broken
Beauty like no other
Royalty her cover
Something like a mother
Feeding me with care
Sheltered from
Any harm
I under her winged Arm
Love's Security
Chilsling away insecurity
My heart's song and Serene
Divine Authority
The Face of my poetry.
You keep me Calm
So I can reflect
I embrace Your
Love To Be
Happy once more
You Give me Life.
I relax and Think
Focus and Believe
That Change is Positive
For me.
Breathe you In
As You Inspire me
to Improve and
Have
Passion
Learning from you
To Stay Strong
And Persevere
As I Improve in Loving.
Don't worry I keep you
tucked away
Nestled in my 4 Chambers
Warming my blood
As you invigorate
My vission
Always your my pursuit
My Life Long
Holy Mission
I've been living to see
You face to face
You told me to have
Faith
So, I Write for You
Beautiful Verses
And Share you with
A dying world.
Love,
You truely Captivate me
My Hope is to Reciprocate
Duplicate you in poetry
for all to hear
how near Love is my dear
So, No More Running
I'm running towards
You
With Hope Faithfully
Loving you in meter
And verse.
Love,
My Life's Sonnet
A gift left for me
Musically your
The Cause of Divine Poetry.
Kevin Guru ©2016
Inspired byThe Gift.
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there's a bridge
built in spite of
doubt, fear, and, division,
It was built with patience
and a caring Love
The builder's mastered
time to serve each other
with a perfect Love
like watching the
sun rise in smiles
they labored all
while watching
and waiting on
God's Glory
Light to the world
with purpose
a humor that eases
with a "Good Morning"
like watching a Graceful
Dance with Heavenly tunes
Grace
Mercy
And Service
Effectively
Love built it
A bridge to
cross turbulent
waters
Withstanding
Turmoil
Their hands perfectly
crafted a structure
that's a Legacy
reflection of
Alpha and Omega
The Creator's
Authority authored
and merged their lives
into inspiration to
let Love be a
Power that prevails
across space and time
There's a Hope
in their Heart
that reaches deeper
than the seven seas
a magical embrace
allowing them
to walk on the waters
Of the mind
The evidence of
God's blessings
Not even death can
separate,
they have
Built a bridge
on a now Faith
All for Our tomorrow's
When God called one
the other remains
to write the story
as evidence of how
Eternal
A Love
like the Jennings
Is Supreme..............
Kevin GURU©2020
The Example of Love
Aunt Bernice and Uncle Wilbur
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