dreams

Intervention Divine

It’s never a delight.
Dressed in white, day and night.
Draining my fire, extinguishing my desire, dragging me down to expire.
In a cesspool of spite with a barrel of strife never imagined so morose a life.
My day begun before the rising of the sun, sorrowful plenty, joy…none.
How can I take so much heartache, as I sleep or lay awake.
Stalked by my death, his minions death.
Squeezing my lungs, taking my breath…
Until I hear a voice, feel a powerful source saying “stay on course”.
Know I am there, no matter what you bear.
When you think no one else does, I will always care…

~ DeVyne tha Messenjah

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Camouflaged Chaos

No one really sees the entity that is really me.
Sedating meditation keeps me from exposing my true character.
Using mental make-up to cover up those psychological flaws
that draws all sorts of drama into my karma.
They say that if I stay cool, calm and collected
I won’t be affected by these afflictions and
contradictions that creep into my reality
like a late-night love tryst.
I just want a slice of paradise after I’ve eaten
all of this bullshit that life has piled on my plate.
But they tell me to wait until after I die,
finally going to that big pie in the sky.
So, that means that I have to continuously
control this chaotic conscience that constantly
tries to convince me to chase my carnal desires?
Huh! And they wonder why I stay high, why I’m growing tired…

– Jah Soul

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

Dissolute Democracy

Bimbos and reality shows, that’s what they fed out.
Killed all morals and principals. Yeah, they bled out.
This nice little Christian girl became a big slut.
Now she’s badly built with a big gut.
Turned into a “cool” dope addict with a billion dollar habit.
A good girl gone bad; so sad, so tragic.
American dreams turned into hellish illusions.
Hating on one another, caught up in conscious confusion.
We bully the weak while manipulating the meek.
Don’t stop to pray all week, then say it’s Heaven we seek.
What was once mortified is now glorified, daily.
Don’t like what I’m saying, get up on Facebook
and verbally slay me.
Look into the mirror and tell Jah what you see.
But you don’t have to lie to me.
Teachers being laid-off while prison systems flourish.
These athletes are paid millions but whom do they educate and nourish?
Politicians beefing harder than gangsta rappers in the booth.
One nation under God. Is that really the truth?
But, I’m sure I won’t be heard, I’m just a pawn in this game.
We complain about pain, but have no one else to blame…

– Jah Soul

My Struggle, My Shine…

Coming through the fire, I’m no longer in the game, I’ve grown tired.

Of running in the rat race, it’s time I find my happy place.

No more fussing and cussing, no need to justify my actions; end of discussion.

Time to care about me and mine, I’m done trying to change anyone else,

I’ve done my time.

With no appreciation, I am not a miracle worker.

My story will no longer be a tearjerker.

It will have a happy ending, way better than the beginning.

I have lived and I have learned, these stripes I have diligently earned.

But still, I carry my beauty, shining bright from within. Still determined to win.

But will be sure to do it in style. Look at my face; you won’t see a million miles.

From stress, making me look old. That’s why I have turned cold

to all the games and the lies.

You will see my story in my eyes, but it will be that of success.

As long as I keep being me, I will be blessed

in most things that I do. Trust and believe my words will remain true.

Sit and listen as I tell you my story, it will be about my strife and all about my glory…

– Isis Rain

Just My Thoughts (until he comes home)

The Emergence of a Kween
When I first brainstormed the idea of Konscious Kings, my vision was to gather conscious minded men together to start a powerful conscious movement. I also dreamed of this movement being represented and carried by a group of women and young ladies that would be referred to as Konscious Kweens. They would showcase this movement from the woman’s perspective. That dream is now beginning to be manifested. With that being said, allow me to introduce you to the first lady of the Kingdom. A woman who embodies the love and grace of the Essence. A woman who’s story is full of pain and struggle but also of courage and strength. She is my friend, my comforter, my life partner and my wife. I am proud to introduce my Konscious Kween, Isis Rain. May her words and wisdom enlighten, encourage and inspire you.
Peace and Blessings,
Jah Soul

How can I keep my cool with this man that I love so much?
Sitting here looking at him while I am longing to feel his touch.
Not able to feel him but I am staring into his eyes.
Kind of like a dream but it’s so real and live.
Keeping my cool…It’s getting harder to control.
Every time I hear his voice, the sound touches my soul.
I hear him when I wake and before I go to sleep.
Whether I am awake or in a dream, my thoughts tell me
he’s the one to keep.
So, until the day I can be on his arm,
I will suppress my fears by knowing he means me no harm.
I will ease my mind as he keeps me whole,
so I can make love to his mind while I feed his soul…

– Isis Rain

The Power Within

Marinate and masticate on this knowledge that I feed.
Know thyself is really the only college you need.
Life lessons being cooked in the pot of your soul.
Hope you get the picture before you’re sent to rot in a hole.
Awaken parts of your brain that remain unused.
Putting pieces back together that had come unglued.
Recognize and realize the potential you harbor.
I know you’re tired, but you can go a little farther.
Put your doubts and insecurities inside of a box.
Close it shut, seal it tight and deadbolt all the locks.
What’s inside of you is true, if only you believe.
Dig deep within yourself and see what you retrieve.
You can create love or hate; choose joy or depression.
Look at the glass half full without a thought or a question.
That’s the beauty of existence; free will is a given.
If you don’t like your situation, then change how you’re livin’.

“For indeed, the Kingdom of God is within you.” – Luke 17:21
– Jah Soul

Shots Fired

Man, many are going to hate this, many might feel me. Some will applaud me, some may want to kill me.

Being I never beat around the bush, always speak absolute. I’ve met a few good men in this,

even they can’t stand the truth.

Crippin’ been over for me, so long ago. I was finished trippin’ back in ’92,

my love for the set had diminished.

Though I thought I’d stay down the course for most of my life, had a change of heart

with children and a wife.

I’ve seen a Corrupted Regressive Ignorant Purpose that served me to no end.

Understanding then; those who put me down, didn’t really love me or wasn’t really friends

or kin, to set me up for misery and tears.

Destroying the small progress I’d made; set me back at least ten years.

But what made my ass set off in a new direction other than left, was the vision I had to find my true self.

Who I was and who I am are two different beings, that’s what you get when illumination

transpires before your eyes, truly open seeing.

To all I put down, please know I’m sorry; I sincerely apologize for leading you down a dead-end street

filled with pretense and lies.

Hilltop, I’m sorry. Courtney, I’m sorry. Phil, I’m sorry.

To my brothers, Vinnie T. and Jay, I say I’m sorry.

Jay, it made you go try the other side, a brighter hue.

To my son, Taelor, I didn’t understand then; I’m sorry it affected you too.

Like crack, this was a poison spread through the hood, an epidemic.

Crack, I shouldn’t have sold, the gang never got in it.

But when you are young and dumb, full of verve with nerves to try whatever.

You feel invincible, never seeing the trap pulling the lever.

So to all my ex-set, definitely my big homies. I say today in finality,

ain’t no love between us, y’all phonies.

When you told me back then that the set didn’t travel, slowly but surely the false mechanism

began to unravel.

Now I stand with a new purpose, as I write these verses, a Consciously Responsible Inspired Person.

Until there’s a Community Revolution In Progress; never, ever call on me.

Miss me with that mess.

I know, I know… y’all laughing at me, calling me a mark-ass-nigga.

Only because, I’ve grown to be a M.A.N, something you’re not; go figure…

– Thomas D. Payne

All or Nothing

Jah was challenged by his wife to write about things that go beyond reflections of “self”.  The first subject he was challenged to write about was about “nothing”.  In true Jah fashion, he managed to turn nothing into something…here is Jah Soul’s interpretation of “nothing”

If everything perished would “nothing” exist?

Or, are they two symbiotic entities,

one needing the other for it’s own survival?

If everything always was, when was nothing manifested?

Is it possible that nothing came in to fruition

when we, the observer, perceived it?

Thus, causing it to usurp everything’s place in reality?

Nothing.

The eternal parent of our existence and the space where

ideas and dreams are conceived.

No thing materially, but

every thing potentially.

It is in “nothing” that we can truly discover

everything…

– Jah Soul