Month: December 2014

Poetry In Motion

The universe. Many of us know what the universe is and what it consists of. But, how many of us have ever questioned why we call it the “universe”? The true meaning of the word is so profound that it unveils our true reason for being here and what our purpose is.
First, let’s break down the word universe into simpler terms. Uni, as we all know, refers to one. A uni-cycle has only one wheel. Unique means the only one of it’s kind. Unite means to make or become one. So, the uni in universe is referring to one of something.
The definition of verse is “writing in which words are arranged in a rhythmic pattern”. Verses are groups of lines forming units, which creates a poem. When you ask a person who rap’s to “spit a verse”, you are asking him or her to deliver a couple of lines of lyrical content in a rhythmic pattern. So in essence, our universe is a single line of poetry, or as I like to call it “God’s one poetic expression”.
This, to me, explains why everything in our universe coincides as one very organized body of matter and energy. Just the way that the universe seems to operate in a perfect order is very poetic to me. A poem is usually very organized and written in a particular style. Usually, there are four or five stanzas with four lines or verses in each stanza and each stanza would have it’s own identity. We have billions of stars and planets in our universe, yet we never hear of them colliding into each other. Each one has it’s own space and it’s own identity.
It is believed that our own planet is the only planet in our solar system equipped to sustain an abundance of life. It was created with us in mind. Everything on Earth works in a precise order to allow us, and all other life forms on this planet, to live in harmony with each other. Every life form on this planet knows its purpose, with the exception of mankind.
I truly believe that the Supreme Being created us to experience life in an array of different ways. When we are born, we are like a blank sheet of paper and as we go through life, each experience we encounter adds a line of poetry to that paper. As we age, we continue to write and re-write our poems until the day we die. We are literally poetry in motion. So I ask you to think about this, when it’s all done and you close your eyes while taking your last breath, what will your poem say?

– Jah Soul

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Kingdom Come

Down a hole like Alice in Chains, you would think I’d give up like I had nothing to gain.
Actually, I flourished, coming quite far. Instead of being an ion, I’m a shooting star.
Where light was dim, it now shines bright.
Once I was low but now have climbed to the maximum height.
Preparation, education and a little hope.
Painted a picture so vivid, you can call me Picasso.
With a chip on my shoulder and a plan in my head,
I’m surprising all the ones who thought I was dead.
Like Incubus, they called me a loser; trying to make me a stat.
Now I’m hitting homes runs, Barry Bonds at bat.
That’s what happens when true motivation, meditation and determination
rides a campaign of change and hope – forming a foundation.
I’m not Obama, the President but a president of something they couldn’t fathom;
setting precedent.
Pham stand up, Kings stand up! Kweens, kids, Konscious Kingdom, stand up!!!
Wake up, to our true awareness, physical and mental.
In coming days, in every way, it’s essential.
Never let em’ hold you back, strive for progress. See the bigger picture, never settle for less. Break the atmosphere, go beyond the stratosphere.
Open your mind to the universe, go far instead of near.
Break out the box, that comfort zone in which you stored.
Try something different, time to explore.
The probability of possibilities, you can be more than what you see.
Believe is all I ask, soak in these words, put your trust in me.
If I can do a 180 in the midst of chaos, this abyss; you are free, navigate,
get knowledge and appropriate a can’t miss.
As long as you open your mind, one thought can start a new reality.
We are what we think, kingdom come with me…

– Thomas D. Payne

Two Faces, One Tear

No time for shedding tears, gotta get it how we live.
Switching gears like a sports car, time to conquer all fears.
This here is the beginning, I’m sending in all the people.
The revolution will be televised; this will be the sequel.
Realize we are all equal.
Be strong and stay solid.
Stand on your square without the need to be violent.
Couldn’t remain silent; so we shout it out from our soul.
Sick and tired of being sick and tired. Go and take a poll.
Racism is getting old. Bigotry is so lame.
Evolution is a must, so it’s time to change the game.
Black, White, Brown and Yellow.
We all have a different face,
But there is only one species…and that’s the human race.

-Jah Soul

Where you at?

Excuse me, Kings and Kweens, but there’s something that I need to speak on that has been weighing heavy on my heart. I’ve been watching the events unfold in Ferguson, Missouri, as most of you probably have. If you’re out of the loop, allow Jah to catch you up.
A young black man, Michael Brown, was shot and killed after a confrontation with a police officer. This is a highly sensitive matter due to the previous deaths of Trayvon Martin, Jordan Davis, Oscar Grant and Sean Bell. They were all shot and killed by Caucasian men, some being police officers. Ferguson was the first city to respond to the killings by protesting and rioting in the streets, but I have some feelings about all of this that I would like to share with all of you.
I agree that the deaths of these young men are horrible, but the truth is that young black men kill each other in greater numbers, at a much higher rate, and also for far less reasons than these travesties I’ve just mentioned. What has me vexed about all of this is that no one riots or organizes marches in protest of these senseless murders. So, I ask all of these people that are currently standing against these crimes committed by white men, where you at?
Black men riddled a young six-year-old girl in Kansas City, Missouri with bullets when she was coming out of a store with her father. Where you at? A week later, a 10 year-old girl was killed while sitting in her living room watching television. It is believed that a person of color, driving down the street shooting up homes, caused the murder. Where you at? In Fort Worth, Texas, a grandmother and her five-year-old granddaughter was killed when a black man walked up to the granddaughters party and opened fire. Where you at? A 17-year-old high school student in Dallas, Texas was beaten and stomped to death in his front yard by a group of black men. One of perpetrators was said to be a friend of the victim. He was beat down over a petty argument. Where you at?
We seem to complain when someone of another color murders one of our own, but, we become mute and invisible when we kill one another. We must take the plank out of our own eye before taking it out of another’s eye. Meaning, we must show a concern and interest in the Black on Black violence that is decimating our communities before we complain, speak on, and protest the violence coming from outside of us. No matter how you justify it, murder is murder. We must concentrate on saving ourselves instead of killing ourselves.

Peace and Blessings,
Jah Soul