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Imperfection Makes Perfect Sense

“A life without perfection makes perfect sense”

I’ve realized that people don’t really want to fix all of their problems. They’d just like to forget about some of them for a couple of hours. We always talk about perfection, but as humans, do we really want to be perfect? I think not because once that perfection has been reached, where will we go then? It’s the act of chasing perfection that keeps us alive, giving us a thrill. The chase makes life interesting; like we’re on a mission. A mission that we really never want to complete.
We hate playing the game, but truthfully, we never want the game to end. This is why when things become too perfect at home, in our relationships or at work, we do something to sabotage that perfection. We start an argument, we cheat on our spouse, or we abruptly quit our job and start over.
In a sense, being perfect is boring. It gives us nothing to look forward to, nothing to chase. It is our imperfections, flaws and shortcomings that allows us to have a sense of purpose. I believe it is in that purpose that we can gain a glimpse of what we are looking for…perfection.

~ Jah Soul

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The Battle Within

What happens when you lock a man in a cage with rage
flowing through his blood stream?
Doves cry, but have you ever heard a thug scream?
Silohuettes of a shadowless soul.
Hearts no longer beat, they’ve become calloused and cold.
Grab a hold of some narcotics and some counterfeit love.
Don’t judge…
Them lonely nights, you don’t know what it does.
But, above all else you try lovin’ yourself.
While nobody gives a damn about you; yelling for help.
Death is no longer an illusion, the intrusion is real.
This pain will soon or later heal.
That’s a delusion you feel, you turn your spirit into steel.
While emotions deflate, God won’t let you through those gates
with all that anger and hate.
So, quickly meditate and find that balance within.
That humble pie gets mixed in with some malice and sin.
But, then again, whats the use of even fighting the abuse?
That is when your grip gets loose and you call it a truce.
Doing everything you can not to hang yourself in a noose…

~ 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

Differences

Just because we are in the same company, we will never agree on on every philosophy.
Some thoughts are deeper than speech; some we teach, some we will never reach.
Don’t be irritated if sometimes our communing fails, hiding behind loose words or veils.
Displace what we have in shadowy screens; disappearing, moving away – never to be seen.
In columns deserted; unoccupied, left alone. Holding behind your teeth what needs to be known.
Rejection is steadily melting what was learned or taught.
Universally scattered as the stars of thought.
Never be easily deterred or sidestepped when met with clever responses,
negativity or propaganda; don’t fret.
Stand on what you feel what inspiration has fed,
knowing without doubt this direction is what has led
you to speak what you believe; as precious as the earth and the sky.
Backing down because of indifference would make it a lie.
So let it pour forth as drops of rain, to be experienced in joy or pain.
For we only speak deeply to those whom we love. Respect and honor, holding them above
of all the rest, keeping them near. Keeping their thoughts and feelings to us dear.
So when we agree to disagree, who’s right? Who’s wrong? You or me?
Doesn’t matter for we are friends; same coin, different sides… not yes men.
Different strokes for different folks; though we share the same visions, same hopes.
When our approach differs in style and in looks, remember we are writing the same story
on different pages but in the same book…

– DeVyne Tha Messenjah

Lifetime Foes

Age and youth do not mix
Age is a marriage, a constant companion
Youth is the hot date, the quick fix
Age and youth go to war like opposing foes
Youth strikes without thinking
Age contemplates strategy and battle woes
Youth is spirited, wild and untamed
Age is calculating, reserved, claiming no fame
Youth is swift like the wolf
with lupine grace
Age is slow like the tortoise
moving in a set direction, keeping steady pace
They cannot, will not live forever
Age cares too much, youth is like whatever
Age is benign, youth I beseech
Age knows many things, youth I must teach
It’s a pleasure to try to make them co-exist
Now I’m experiencing them both in betwixt
As I live each day, I’m learning
Age and youth do not mix…

– Thomas D. Payne

Rise Of An Empire

Slowly we arose from the gravel and the graves.
With a purpose and a prose, despite our worries and our woes.
We saw a greater destiny through those eyes that never blink.
Shared ourselves with total strangers who eventually became the links.
That would start a chain reaction; many factors being built.
Pressing forward, gaining traction.
With our actions we can tilt
the world back on it’s axis.
We must shine so they can track us.
Light the way like living torches.
Our voices rain from porches.
Pulpits and prisons, just listen to our soul.
Reaching deep off in the darkness
until the masses grab a hold.
No one religion dominates or ever supersedes the others.
Our Kweens are all respected
and the Kings become like brothers.
These walls are built with wisdom,
conscious thoughts create the dome.
The population isn’t perfect,
but this Kingdom is our home…

– Jah Soul

Family Affair

Problems, situations, and conflicts will always occur.
It is in the resolution of conflicts that make people stand out.
Every problem can and should be calmed
by talking about the understanding one another needs.
Act with compassion, solving differences; this is what
humanity needs to get along.
Let us talk until there are no more words.
We must explain everything until it is understood.
Be honest until nothing is hidden.
Listen until everything can be said, all doubt is ridden.
Question so that we can know why.
Be fair, so that every everyone’s needs are met;
give it a try.
If there is no communication, there will never be that bond.
If there is no bond, how will be able to get along?
No bond, no friendship, no relationship, no peace.
If we have no peace, how will we be able to love?
If we are not able to love, how can there be an us?
We must learn to get along, we must learn to trust.
We must do this for our family.
If there cannot be peace and love, there can be no us…

– Thomas D. Payne