Author: Konscious Kings

Poetry page giving insight from a man's perspective on life, love, family and a host of other topics. Hoping to enlighten minds to a higher plane of thought and existence.

Vibin’ (Episode Six)

I’m try a do better than what I did beforehand.Fear God and only God and bow down to no man.

Stand on my square and beware of them snakes bro’.

Pedal to the metal, what am I hittin’ the brakes fo’.

All about the fam, circle tighter than skinny jeans.

Food on the table, gotta get it by any means.

Mature mind frame, got rid of them silly genes.

Said I was a King, now I know what that really means.

Truth hurts, you better grab you a band-aid.

Because this spoken word is as sharp as a fan blade.

Handmade homie, yeah I started from scratch.

Try a spread my wings and fly since the day I was hatched.

Got attached to the streets, no super glue or Velcro.

Man I kept it true, so what the hell did you tell fo’?

Climbed to the top, got popped and I fell low.

I would stop fighting but they ain’t rang the bell though…

~ Jah Soul

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Religious Rhetoric 

I’ve shed many tears over the years I spent inside this criminal convent

And through it all, I stepped up to the call and stayed relent-less.

Senseless killings and shady dealings, Lord willing, 

I will stand and boldly fight these feelings.

Head pointed towards the ceiling, prayers ripped from my soul.

The reaper’s hand is on my shoulder, why’s his fingers so cold?

I was told to hold on but then they slathered my palms

With oil from the devil’s soil, and I’m supposed to stay calm.

No harm in turning on the charm, sweet talk my way in to Heaven.

Baptized in liquified lies, on bad terms with the Reverend.

BUT check me out, I turned those 6’s in to 7’s, traded my horns for a halo.

They say the streets are paved with gold, so how could I say no?

Created in his image, I guess I’m spiritual Play-Doh.

Flesh and bones, but I was shaped and molded like clay though.

I went from a peso to a dollar and change.

Reached for Heaven and even though they said it was out of my range,

I will keep fighting because I know my Lord will never erase me off his page…

Are You Man Enough?

Real men don’t complain, we maintain through the pain.
Analyze and realize that everything won’t stay the same.
And the ability to readjust is an absolute must,
no rash decisions, never caught up in a rush.
Plus…
We know that life is really chess not checkers.
So when problems stack up like double-deckers,
we stay focused, meditate in the lotus.
Tap in to that inner power; call it mental hocus-pocus.
Magic…
And when it all starts to seem tragic, we can keep a cool head
and reach off in to the tool shed.
Mr. Fix-it…
We’ll be there in an instant.
Our determination is what keeps us persistent.
Yes, we never back down; never lay down our crown.
Make out voice heard like we had it on surround sound.
We stand up when nobody else is willing.
Take the center stage and tell the world how we are feeling.
Real men…
Can find us in the pen or even in the White House.
And a good man will flourish with the right spouse,
keeping out chest out.
Natural protectors…
A calm spirit, never letting silly things affect us…
– Jah Soul

Consider This

All of this mental stimulation that’s being forced into our vision can cause one to go blind morally. Feeling euphorically inclined to intertwine with another body, and most times, any body will do. We’ve become lust filled, so we must fulfill that gratification instantly, which causes us to shut off our common sense. Once the blood drains from our brains in to our lower region, we become as heathens. Sleeping with the enemy, we pretend to be in love; all for the sake of a good orgasm. Casual dates turn in to casual sex, and once that cow is milked, it’s on to the next. The size of a man’s genitals has become essential. As long as he has eight or nine, he’s fine; and his girth somehow out-weighs his self-worth. Know that a King has more to bring to the table than just good din-a-ling. And fella’s, we must do better, a fat butt and thick thighs does not imply she will be a good wife. You might want to delve a little deeper before you decide to keep her. Her sex and body may be amazing now, but when she is 80, will she still be your baby? A Kween is many things but one thing she is not, is a THOT.

~ Jah Soul

Vibin’ (Episode One)

The streets made me petrified, the hood made me stiff
and the Essence talks to me every time I smoke a spliff.
Come and get a whiff of this holy smoke,
lingering in the air kind of like the Holy Ghost.
Self-medicated, underrated… But I’m cool with that.
A pen’s the only tool that I need… yeah, I’m a fool with that.
I let myself go for a second but I pulled it back.
Seen me on the screen, now them Kweenz holla “who is that?”
Jah Soul…forever in the fold.
About to tighten up. No Michael Jackson.
No sir, I’ll never lighten up.
Turnt p all the way, about to blow a fuse out.
If you didn’t start with the team, then you will lose out.
Know what I’m about, elevation of the mind Boss.
You can be a C.E.O., if you can be a crime boss.
Gotta do it big, I’m just makin’ up for time lost.
Catch me on the next episode, I gotta sign off…
 ~ Jah Soul

Dear Katie…

Know that I am not trying to start an uproar or rising. I’m sorry if you think I have an undercurrent or my tone sounds surprising. Understand, I am outspoken…didn’t mean to offend. I get upset and overwrought about things that won’t mend. Personally, it’s hard to overlook these understated oversights, while I uphold what I believe and know without being uptight. Katie, this racial thing overall is harsh. This outbreak of blacks being shot by white cops is turning equality into a farce.
I thought we were overcoming being outcast; undertaking a new beginning. Upon farther review, outcomes are still the same; even our marching and singing. So if I turn your blue skies gray, leaving an overcast on your overview. I apologize, sometimes I get overly excited but what I am saying is overdue.
Forgive me if I get outlandish, go overboard or if I seem to over reach. All I want to do is uplift, upraise and teach. The upper-class and underclass needs to know that upward mobility is a must. Once we undergo transformation, we will upend hatred and learn trust. Love each other; never underline one by their race. Letting character outweigh skin color, eyes, nose, hair or any face. I am not looking for upheaval. I’m upfront and upright; believe me, I am not an underground or undercover racist. I’m just sensitive to our plight.
An overdose of social affection would be outstanding and help the public. An upswing of understanding would stop overkill of this subject. I try to give every one a fair shake before I overreact or show outrage in my writing. I check the facts. Apparently you read my work from the outset. Being factitious or fictitious, I think, would lose your respect. Being direct got me up, over, under and out to you without being politically correct. I’m sorry, but racism is reality but it’s something I am not willing to accept.

Sincerely yours,
DeVyne The Messenjah

360 Degrees of Perception

Hey Soul…
What if you were actually born a white man?
Would you still stand there like a militant rebel?
Preaching to everyone about that blue-eyed devil.
Would you still complain about black people’s pain and suffering,
or would you go on with you life like it was nothing?
Would you still be adamant about our black President
or would your political ties lie more towards the Republican side?
Would it still have hurt your heart to see what was done to Trayvon
or would you have cared less?
Yes, that’s something to weigh on…
Right now, it’s a fact that you are pro-black
but would you still be a part of that pack if God
came and took your melanin back?
And you…
What if you were born a black man?
Would you still stand on the sidelines gazing;
while black men are experiencing police brutality,
senseless shootings and tasings?
Would you still be affected by the black man’s plight
or would you grab a megaphone and jump in to the fight?
Trying to climb out of the ghetto but never seeming to gain any traction.
Would you finally praise and appreciate the government’s affirmative action?
Would you understand the source of the black man’s anger?
Always being looked at as an animal; a permanent danger?
Everywhere you go, you draw looks of suspicion…
I bet then you would probably start paying attention…

– Jah Soul

The Flip Side

As I was watching the news yesterday, the first three stories ran in this order: a 15 year-old black girl was thrown and slammed to the ground by a white police officer in McKinney, Texas. Second, a white man is currently on trial for shooting an 8 year-old black boy in the face at their apartment complex. Last, a white officer is currently on trial for shooting and killing an unarmed 60 year-old black man in the back as he ran from his car during a traffic stop.
If you are not, as America labels it, “black”, would these stories have any effect on you? Can you relate to them in any way? Do any of these stories disturb you? Well, let’s take a trip to what I call, the flip-side. Doodle-doo-doodle-doo-doodle-doo-doop.
As I was watching the news yesterday, the first three stories ran in this order: a white, 15 year old (a minor), female was thrown and slammed to the ground by a black police officer in McKinney, Texas. Second, a black man is currently on trial for shooting an 8 year-old white boy in the face at their apartment complex. Last, a black officer is currently on trial for shooting and killing an unarmed 60 year old white man in the back as he ran from his car during a traffic stop.

Okay… How do you feel now?

Whether the person is black or white, wrong is wrong and right is right…

– Jah Soul

I’m An Activist, Not A Racist

Hold Up!
Just received a letter accusing me of being racist.
Hmmmm, sounds like we are making assumptions with no real basis.
You would be wrong all around,
because what I say you may not be ready to face it.
Read it thoroughly, it’s beyond race Miss.
My message of pride and empowerment is not pro-blackness.
You’re getting it mixed up with matter of fact-ness.
Me being racist is like spiting my face by cutting off my nose.
My chief editor is white, didn’t you know?
Isis Rain, a real soul sister understanding the plight.
The movement see’s no color; black, brown, red, yellow or white.
FYI, I love people of all colors. I don’t care, they can be purple or gray.
Hey, Joey tell your moms and brother I said what’s up! That’s my white homie from VA.
And let’s not forget my white ex-girlfriends, yeah some of them almost got me killed.
Father and brother Prejudice; hello Tiffany Wells in Lewisville.
My partner from the world, Joe Duffer a.k.a Jon B.
A white man I broke bread with, hmmmm… I guess you really don’t know me.
Just because I may be insolent, tactless, brazen or brash;
don’t misinterpret what I say, present or past.
I know, I know… on racial topics, I get a bit aggressive.
I’m atypical in my writing, not preaching hate, but I must remain progressive.
Humanity is what I love, that means ALL people.
I feel we are of one make, everyone is equal.
Though many of us were told and taught things
that were morally and socially wrong. It could’ve been through our
parents, friends, T.V., media, books and even through songs.
I couldn’t care less about the color of any person’s skin.
Deep down, whether you admit it nor not, we are all akin.
But, me being a racist just tickles me pink.
That’s a new one on me, something I hate to think.
Although you feel I am, I must be saying something right.
Otherwise most of my supporters and followers wouldn’t be white…

DeVyne Tha Messenjah