poetry

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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The World Is Watching

When are we gonna open our eyes and realize that these mass shootings are polluting our sense of safety?
Lately it seems that Dr. Kings dream has turned into a nightmare.
Where is our love for one another? Am I not your American brother?
Same nation, different color.
And it seems that mothers now have to send their daughters to school with a rape kit, because fools are not longer seeking degrees of education.
More like degrees of molestation and manipulation.
And why do rappers and actors make more than teachers and preachers?
What you fail to invest in, you fail to manifest then.
This soil we tread on has been bled on by our ancestors and yours; so how can we abhor what seems to lie at the center of our core?
When do we finally say “no more”?
It’s time that we become blind to one another’s skin tone.
We are America, the beautiful.
Racism should have been gone.
As a free a free nation, we must do better with emancipation.
Because our segregation and subjugation is the hot topic of every conversation on every news station.
And allow me to plant another seed into your contemplation… the world is watching our lack of communication.

~ Jah Soul

Vibin’ (Episode Four)

For a decade and a half, this hellhole has been my adversary.Amongst the walking dead, this prison system’s like a mortuary.

Out of sight, out of mind. I now understand that premise.

Took my sight and made me blind and didn’t leave a witness.

But, when you’re dealing with a fighter,

you should know what the business is.

At first I was confused, now I know what the sickness is.

Loneliness…

So much pain and anger it could bring about.

Stuck inside my soul, grabbed that demon and I pulled it out.

Found a strength inside of me that I never even knew about.

Analyzed this madness and this chaos that I am surrounded by

Looked deep within their essence

And realized what they’re hounded by.

Abandonment, betrayal; so many lies from their family.

I know I messed up but damn, this is how you handle me?

I mingle with these lost souls, we’re an unspoken brotherhood

But I wouldn’t have to love em’

If their mothers and their brothers would…
“Some of us are punished twice; first by the judge, then again by our loved ones.” 
~ Jah Soul

Vibin’ (Episode Three)

It’s evident that I’m just trying to stay relevant. 

So I’ll just start some controversy just for the hell of it.

Stay in my element. Hood, but I’m elegant.

Penetrate my circle, no; you can say it’s celibate.

The best kept secret, you’ll see in a little bit.

Scandalized my character, but could never belittle it.

Too legit.

Formulate these phases with no ill intent.

Accumulating power, should’ve signed on with 50 cent.

Who is it? Jah, with the soul of a king though.

Will never ever be defeated, even when it seems so.

Ready to come home, tell that chariot to swing low.

They say I need a princess, I already got a Kween though.

Powerful, that is what our chemistry’s defined as.

Ride or die, it’s over stood why I love her fine ass.

Steadily growing stronger, even as the time pass.

Intoxicating love, you could put it in a wine glass…

 ~ Jah Soul

Vibin’ (Episode Seven)

Loose lips sink ships and I’m surrounded by icebergs.You might’ve heard, that I was the one with nice verbs.

A tight herd is what I keep and I’’m one deep in the streets.

Unless it’s something sweet sitting in the other seat.

I don’t compete for positions, I invent my own.

Decorate my throne with every stone that was ever known.

Homegrown, like that bud you’re smokin’ on.

Triple D to the bone, rock it till’ I’m dead and gone.

Gettin’ my grown man on, check the mind-set.

Wanting me to shine but I ain’t got up out of the bind yet.

In due time, I’m gonna put it where it’s necessary.

Go against the grain like a summers day in February.

I’m like a cemetery, burying these lame-o’s.

J-Y fly still, even in these plain clothes.

Deep within my soul, that is where the flame goes.

Through this pen on this paper, that is where my pain goes…

~ Jah Soul

Shame on you!!

Ha Ha Ha! Shame on you!!!This is too funny but still, shame on you!! 

McGraw Hill printed one of the most egregious passages I’ve read 

In the history of all my studies or education.

“The Atlantic slave trade between the 1500’s and 1800’s brought millions of workers

from Africa to the Southern United States to work on agricultural plantation”.

Shame on you!! Due to your ancestors actions, now you choose

To apologize, sympathize and ask for retractions.

You say a committee of parents, teachers, community leaders and

Administrators reviewed this book and no one was concerned or made

recommendations to correct the information.

Shame on you for not having a person with a soul for the public review.

Because if there was, that person would have screamed at least one time or maybe a few.

If a 15 year old has the social awareness to teach his mother, any person with common

Sense should’ve known this information was offensive to people of color.

Then you have the nerve to say “we do the best we can”, that may be good

Enough if you are white but it’s not good enough for the black man.

Distorting history won’t change the facts or the shame.

We were not immigrants or hired workers but hostages and slaves in name.

Immigrants come on their own accord and free will.

Our ride was free but forced; a high price paid, many died and many killed.

We never got paid or got to pick any employer on these “agricultural plantations”.

We built this land with sweat and blood without any payments or reparations.

Shame on you , McGraw Hill, for not telling what matters.

Shame on you for trying to put slavery under immigration patterns.

This black and white thing between us forever has been harsh.

But substituting immigrants for slaves is truly a farce.

It is what it is, don’t twist it…let it be.

Shame on you for not telling the truth, setting us free…

 ~DeVyne Tha Messenjah

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

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

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