Dragon-Man and Lady of the Night were arguing on the way.
You must wear one of the breastplates because you are the Beta knight I say!
Lady of the Night replied, No need for a breastplate, I have my Nebulae garment.
That breastplate is no good for stealth, and one of us would need to creep to confuse
See how  it even has a hood that can show the face of anyone I would chose.
Message interjected, Is this what we have to put up with the whole way to fight Drozen?
Lady of the Night replied, Hush I put the hands of life on you and I can take them off again.
Breastplate-Bearer did not have a care in the world, he went to the back to take a stretch.
Suddenly the Isotrain Mechanism started to go down, and Message screams, We are next!
Dragon-Man cried out Prepare for war! Breastplate-Bearer said We are already there, friend.
He put his hand on Dragon-Man’s shoulder and said, I will be with you to fight until the bitter end.
Dragon-Man shook Breastplate-Bearer then yelled, This is not the end, we will breakthrough.
Message replied, We should be careful when fighting Drozen, the Faceless Tongues can take you.

The Isotrain Mechanism crashed on Asteroid T89, and Lady of the Night asked, Hold our ground?
Dragon-Man replied, It is always best to take the battle to them, when the war is all around.
So Dragon-Man and Breastplate-Bearer took the equipment out and it was fiercesome.
Dragon-Man said, I am the Alpha Knight, with the Abyss Sword, and the Isotrain Mechanism pilot.
Lady of the Night replied, I am the Beta Knight, with the Nike Sling and  the Paroah Chariot,
Breastplate-Bearer intoned, I am the Delta Knight, with the Space-craft Vehicle, a one-man breed
And Message said, We are the Nova Knighthood Way of the Federation, Drozen must bleed.
The rest of them looked at Message as if her world had beings with three necks and two heads.

The Diablo-Robots started attacking, and the Nova Knighthood Way was in it’s first action.
The Abyss Sword starting storing dry lighting and rained it down on Diablo-Robots flashing.
They started to scream that it burns, and Dragon-Man said, I want the bravest ones dead first.
Lady of the Night went up behind a Diablo Robot, and push him off the Asteroid to his worst.
Message used the Hades-Grasp to make sure all of those who reached her felt their last touch.
And Breastplate-Bearer was fighting as if it was his morning commute with no rush.
He yelled out, This is a fine grapple my friends, but the ones were too consumed to respond.
That day the afterlife was filled with Diablo-Robots who went to The Great Beyond.
The battlefield was ****** with Diablo-Robots, and soon they all turned around and fled.
It was the sort of fight situation where the brave were no more and the living envied the dead.

The Isotrain Mechanism has to be fixed, Lady of the Night said with some resignation.
I am the man for this job and all the other ones as well, Breastplate-Bearer said without hesitation.
Soon Breastplate- Bearer fixed it, and they were on their way to their destination.
Drozen, said a shrill voice on the Fathership where Drozen met the Diablo Robots who had trepidation.
This is Etil of the Dragon Power, the Nova Knighthood’s are on their way as my blessing.
I trust that you will give them both a warm welcome and a splendid reception.
Meanwhile Dragon-Man was trying to navigate with Lady of the Night playing backseat driver.
Breast-plate Bearer was snoozing at the back, so still he looked not alive.
And Message just hoping that Drozen was there with his head when they finally arrived.

It’s Adam
The father of mankind
Today I saw the price of eating the fruit
And I saw death in his eyes
And viewed ****** in my son

I was going out to see my sons Abel and Cain
To ask them how the sacrifice was
And how the face of God looked
I hoped they looked forward to seeing God
As much as I did
I wanted them to experience God for themselves
I was not prepared for what I was about to see
No one could be

I saw Cain on his knee
With a rock by his hand
The rock was full of blood
But there was no sacrifice around
And Cain normally gave the fruit of the land
So I was puzzled
And to my horror
Abel was lying on the floor
Like he was asleep
But he was not asleep
And did not make a sound
Abel was still
The way a sacrifice would be
After we had killed it…. Oh no!

CAIN!
What happened?
Cain got up slowly
And said
The words came out so fast
A wild animal attacked me and Abel
And I had to save myself……
I raised my hand as a father
Cain, stop lying to me
Lying is bad for our language
It gets put onto its belly
What happened to your brother
He snarled at me
And turned his face away
When he looked at me
I recognized that face
But I never thought I would see it again
It was the face of the serpent
After God told him he was cursed
To go on his belly.

Cain shouted
And threw up his hands
Like I told your God
I am not my brother’s keeper
We were just born to Mother
This is our only bond
But the bond is no more
I was shocked at such words
But I slowly realized
Exactly what Cain did to his brother
Cain was not the Promise
Cain was against the Promise!
He was the……child of the snake
Sent to fight the Promise

I stepped closer
I saw, something on Cain’s head
What is that?
That was not there yesterday
I pointed and said to Cain
What is that mark on your head?
Did you fall?
Cain sneered at me
I could feel his contempt
Fall? No!
Your God put his hands on me
And touched this to my head
The pain almost killed me
But your God did not
Because he is weak
Now no man can **** me
Or he would be cursed worse than me
Now I am free
And I don’t have to follow your God
God himself cannot **** me
Man does not have the power to
It is like when you ate the fruit.
So much good has come out of
Abel being no more

I replied curtly Get Out
Leave my presence
You are not my son
My son is dead and his life is on the ground
I never want to see your face again
If you come back
That mark will not save you
Because I will take on that other curse
And God help me
If he cannot **** you
I certainly can
So you will be no more
Cain started running
And I was left alone with Abel
I cannot tell Eve what happened
This is the worst day
Since the day I was kicked out of the garden.
The Promise never seemed farther away
God help us all.

All the men in me want war
And the eye that is bathed in the baptism in the sunrise
Also wants to be the heart that has no pain.
Calm down son, calm down.
But there is no calm or down here.
I just have to remember what was said.
What was spoken.
I think it was a whisper, I hope it was a shout
They placed hands on me
Because they were peacekeepers.
But no good can happen
When you don’t just want war
You are battle.
So when you have to sign treaties
You sigh and say
Now I want peace but these men in me won’t lay down their arms.
Even though they  are so depleted.
These canines of burden only now have the stones in front to throw
And I’m now a glass house.

I was talking with my cousin one day
He was reading a book on American Presidents
I asked him which president he was most like
He said, All of them.
I have Teddy Roosevelt’s vigor, Jefferson’s intellect, Lincoln’s humor and JFK’s charm.
I asked, How is that possible
That would make you a Frankenstein
Superheros don’t have that many qualities.
It would be like combining Superman, Captain America, Black Panther and Optimus Prime
A president mentor must have flaws as well for you to learn from.
He replied, Why have flaws when you can have strengths?
All dead presidents think like me
I asked, Can you even name all of the presidents?
He smiled and said, There is an app for that.
Well at least he was reading a book about them.
Maybe one day he can count himself as one of the presidential names.

Vibrate walked in front of the Schimita people who were too terrified to speak.
And taunted, So this is the meager price I get for a Federation defeat.
Vibrate stepped back, and the Schmita people began to run.
As the sky darkened because she had killed off their sun.
Vibrate levitated on high and shouted, Ground swallow!
For those Schmita people foolish to stay, there was no tomorrow.
The ground opened it mouth and the people fell screaming into it.
Then shut tight, as Vibrate calmly flew away admiring their lack of grit.
Vibrate prepared her forces for the Earth’s invasion to conquer.
She told the Netherbeasts that This killing was not too high a price for honor.
She found a Federation Mechanism and said, Those fools they gave me their weapon to destroy.
Nihilist told her that her forces were ready to leave when they could be deployed.
Vibrate gave the order, and Nihilist boarded the Mechanism with her Netherbeasts.
While Vibrate looked back at Schmita and said, Achilles my son, you will soon be free.

Message sat in silence as the Isotrain Mechanism approached the Federation headquarters.
She fumed, I can’t believe we were forced to retreat because some people did not have water.
The Alliance Project intervened, We need water to survive, and besides now we have our strength.
It is better to fight Vibrate here than to be chasing her up and down the universe’s length.
The Covenantial Project intoned, I sense that Vibrate is moving with her forces towards us.
So to get to Earth quickly and set up a defensive perimeter is an absolute must.
Otherwise she is too strong, and we would be quickly defeated and overrun.
And as her victory prize, she will absorb the powers of the Earth’s sun.
Message held up Gartillery’s eye-shooter and said, But what about this Eclipse visor.
It can block off Vibrate’s energy and harness the power of the sun and surprise her.
I should wear it because I am the Dahomeyian Ruler, so this prize is mine.
The Alliance Project shook his head laughing and said, You can’t handle looking at sunshine.
Give the Eclipse Visor to the Covenantial Project, so that he may finish what he could not pursue.
His eyes can stare at the sun without blinking and we all know what your eyes do.

Message handed the Eclipse visor to The Covenantial Project in a huff, and then sat.
The Covenantial Project said, This visor also tells me where Vibrate is headed at.
She is trying to isolate the planet Earth, by using a life-hopping strategy.
I will summon the rest of the Federation to fall back and come to Earth to come join me.
The Covenantial Project pushed a button on the visor, and sent out a message to all parts of the galaxy.
It simply said, A force is arriving for your planet that had been there before time.
Come to Earth to join the Federation in this fight, we leave no one behind.
He then shut off the visor and sat down in his seat, while Message looked out the window.
None of them realized that someone had been listening to them on the low.
Nihilist shut off the intercom system and said, They are amassing forces toward the Earth-rock.
Vibrate nodded and said, As they leave we will pick them off after we freeze them with the Anvillic lock.
Nihilist jumped up and down and said, I love the way you think my queen, but what about the Federation?
Vibrate replied, I will give them all to think about when my son Achilles arises to give his presentation.
I will lock down the Earth so that no one on it can leave the Earth or come in.
Then Achilles will start the slaughter of mankind, and I will soon join him.
But all those who are going to Earth are fools, they will never arrive.
Because when I finish with the Federation, the wounded would wish they would not survive.

The Isotrain Mechanism arrives at the Arurian Tower, and The Alliance Project meets Lady of the Night.
She has a prosthetic leg because her injuries were very severe, but she said, I am ready for this fight.
Message snorted and said, What are you going to do, roll over them with your wheelchair?
Lady of the Night stood up and said, No I will **** them all off, because my fighting ability is still here.
Breastplate-Bearer ran up to The Alliance Project and said, We have detected seismic activity hard
It almost has vengeful emotions, and we don’t know if it is nature or an act of god.
It is the anger of a demi-god, Message said as the others looked on her in shock.
Because Achilles is coming to meet us, and I’m guessing that he doesn’t want to talk.

Wannabe tried to contact companies to tell his life story.
Saying that his struggles would make for an interesting biography.
When Wannabe would watch gangsta movies, he told people that it was based on him.
He shouted on street corners he moved bricks into this hood, but he wasn’t building mansions.
Wannabe said he had more money than athletes with shoe deals.
Because he said emphatically that money laundering was the new skill.
When people asked him where this money was, Wannabe said it was off-shore.
Because he did not want the federal government to mess with it anymore.
Wannabe claimed that the product he sold was so strong it made people cough.
Listeners shook their heads, telling him that if it was true then something was off.
They said that it sounded like he had bad product that was painful.
He then retorted that Columbians called him the Snow Angel.
But Wannabe could not even point to Columbia on an atlas.
He said it was because he had a girlfriend there he had catfished.
They called up people who Wannabe had said were his henchmen
And those men were confused when they said Wannabe ran with them.
He looked frantic until he said that those men had memory loss.
And that rival Columbians revered him as an enemy boss.
He kept talking, but eventually people stopped paying attention.
When Wannabe was brought up in conversation, he didn’t get a mention

I am the blood of Abel
That cried out to God
From the ground.
Once there was a time
When Abel was living
And able to speak on his own behalf.
That day Abel had to give an offering
To God
Cain, my brother did this
But what he did to me was not familial

Also had to give an offering to our God.
But Cain always seemed angry at God.
He told me one time that God did not love him.
I said that he was being foolish.
God loves us all.
That is why He wants to talk to us.
Cain said, Do I have to talk to God.
I would rather talk to the serpent
At least he fed Mom and Dad.
I was horrified and left.
I never met the serpent.
But he was the reason Mom and Dad
Could no longer stay in the garden
I wondered if Cain had talked to the serpent
But I did not dare ask

I took the finest animals for the sacrifice.
Just like Dad told me to.
Just as Dad taught me to.
I wanted to see the favor of God.
Because I knew one day the Promise would come.
It took time and effort.
The animals were heavy and soaked.
But as last I had the animals ready
For the sacrifice.
Dad would be so proud if he was here.

Cain had his sacrifice ready too.
But it looked, wrong.
That was not the way God said
Or the way Dad taught us.
I hoped God would accept it.
Cain looked with a smirk on his face.
And said that this was the new way to sacrifice.
God looked on my sacrifice with a smile on his face.
I felt blessed.
But with Cain’s sacrifice
I saw a look I had not seen before.
It looked the way Mom said God looked
When he caught them eating the forbidden fruit.
I felt sorry for Cain.
Cain did not look sorry for himself.
Cain walked out angry.
I wanted to chase after him
But I thought better of it
This is best left as a conversation between God and Cain

Later, Cain told me to come, come.
He had a sense of urgency in his voice.
I rushed over.
I saw Cain with a rock in his hands
He held it with two hands
But there was no sacrifice
He came toward me
And raised the rock
I shouted, Cain!
Then I began to speak from the ground.
On this ground they call it ******
And God is my witness.

The Covenantial Project then stepped back to work-examine
A figure rode forward on a Centaur-Raptor and asked what is our canon?
The Covenantial Project responded- You will form the Armored Trilogy.
With Dragon-Man and Drent, you Chrysatium will head the Helion Knighthood Way to make three.
Chrysatium urged, We must go now, and The Covenantial Project said, Patience is a virtue.
You must let the humans and Dahomeyians make peace with themselves, before they hurt you.
Chrysatium then questioned, so what do we do now, The Covenantial Project said we lie low.
The Legate is coming and they will be allied with us faster than any of them know.
There is a fish minion called Shark-Devil, he is minor but an inconvenient insight.
I will **** him, said Chrysatium, and The Covenantial Project said, Hush this is Dragon-Man’s fight.
Then what is my fight, Chrysatium asked, Your mission now is not to fight but to reinforce.
Because when his fight goes bad you Chrysatium will be the one to set it on the right course.

Chrysatium grumbled but went back to work on some Centaur-Raptor wings.
He wished that the Covenantial Project was not such an expert on everything.
Because battlefare was his specialty, why did the Covenantial Project know more than he did.
The Covenantial Project went back to sit down on the Podium Grid.
Chrysatium come here, and Chyrsatium ran to the Covenantial Project leader.
See this seat with a chair, Chrysatium nodded, This is for the one who is the Deciperment reader.
One by one they had died, or were destroyed in Battlefare by dark powers.
But I know for a fact there is one person out there with abilities like ours.
Can you tell me her name, Chysatium asked, and The Covenantial Project answered Lady of the Night.
Chrysatium protested, But that is impossible she does not know how to Decipherment write.
She knows more than she reveals, Chrysatium revealed with a wry smile improper.
How do you know her so well, Chrisatium demanded and the Covenantial Project said, She is my daughter.

My ancestors left words to teach for my empire.
So when I talk someone shouts you're preaching to the choir.
I have to wear protective gear when I reach for this fire.
Because I came to this place from my native home.
Poetry took me in until I was strong and fully grown.
I wanted to know from where I came, my very name.
Then Poetry showed me a fortress called solitude.
She was mad I ate all the food but I was in a jolly mood.
So when I started to press buttons, suddenly my stress wasn’t.
I knew that me and this fortress of solitude would be best cousins.
Laptop, Notepad, Cellphone, this fortress takes many phrases.
Depending on my locations it still makes plenty praises.
I was uncertain of this place, but this is now my residence.
As this poetry is to me, the White House is to presidents.
So after a hard day’s work, I can come and retreat here.
And secrete tears, this fortress of solitary write where I defeat fear.

I said I think I was going bald
My friend said I don’t think baldness runs in your family
No one, from the looks of you, runs in your family.
If baldness was to run in your family it would be on the sides.
Just like when you go to the restaurant and ask for extra sides.
Ouch.
But she kept going on
And I was suspicious
Hair will continue to grow on your body
The same way your love handles do.
I said stop.
This is enough
At least I am not going grey
She fidgeted and said well……
Oh no.

Today, and yesterday, and the day after
Makes up forever.
Plunge us to the last second of time and times.
We look forward to it.
But keep an eye on the backwards.
Once we are on this beaten path
We cannot go back.
Our eyes are shut to what is behind us.
Throughout the last second of all time
So we beat our fists in tears and rage
Begging for that last second back.
Saying now we know what to do with it.
But time does not care about your knowledge.
It only wants to know about your march forward.

For your cause I am beholden to us all.
Push with all your might and it shall be.
Ignore the pain, the pain of yesterday.
And dwell upon the aftermath of sweet victory.
My God, man I am on the toilet!
I know and the smell of victory in the morning
Smells like the **** that resides in the toilet.
Go away, I need to concentrate!
This is not about concentration, it is about willpower.
Clenching your fists will do no good, they don’t do the work.
You might as well make a face to stare at the sun than to make a face now.
I’m done! Will you stop being weird and lets go.
Now it is time for the washing of hands.
Because we want no evidence of what just happened.
Even those the smell will say to all of us what happened here.
Ugh you’re so dramatic.

The night was still as Message lay there trying to sleep. Next to her The Alliance Project was snoring. “I don’t know if something is trying to get into him, or out of him” she grumbled to herself. Soon she fell into the realm of sleep reserved for those who dream.
She held up both hands to see sleeves covered in Dahomeyian royal native dress. Off in the distance, she saw someone running toward her. It was her father, The Legate. He went on one knee and said, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Essence could not come in time. I could not come in time. I don’t deserve you.” Message put her hand to her face and felt that it was full of tears. She cried out,” I forgive you Father, it was not your fault. Father, please come back. I need you.” The Legate started to fade away as he said, “Tell Essence I said thank you.” Message was left alone. She lifted up her hand and it was gone…….
Message sat up, gasping. She touched her body to make sure that she was still there, and she was. She squinted to see if her father was around, and no one else was there. She sat on the edge of the bed and pondered what that dream meant. The Alliance Project was still sleeping, but now had started snoring. Message went downstairs and a servant met her there. “Do you need anything, my dear Dahomeyian Rulership?” “No, thank you”, said Message curtly. The servant stepped back, frightened by the intensity of Message’s words. Message went to go get a glass of water from the Hydration Hookdown that was attached to their house. “Essence, Essence,”she whispered. It was a word that became a chant.

“You know what happens when you drink too much water and go to bed?” Message turned around and gave a weak smile. The Alliance Project was there. “So you woke up. Your snores even wake you up haha”, she said as they giggled together. They went back to bed and Message slept, but that thought still haunted her.


The next day, The Alliance Project went to oversee construction of a new pipeway that would provide the planet with water. Message entered the Assembly of the Many to call for a response to Mythology. Some voices murmured in the background. “We don’t even know if he is the stuff of children’s tales, how do we fight that?” Message overheard their words but did not see their faces. She stood in front of the Assembly and said,

We face a great threat that will destroy us all if we do not take action. Therefore I am asking that we arm a submarine and go and find Mythology. When we attack first we have the element of surprise. If we counter-attack, we might lose. And if we lose, there will be no more we.

Drent, the new Advocate-Counsel, nodded in approval. The Assembly of the Many cast their votes, and the Marshal Peacemonger gave the results to Drent. Drent counted them and said with a solemn voice,

“The Assembly of the Many has said no to the Mythology resolution, your Dahomeyian Rulership.”

This poetry is labeled some assembly required.
Some assembly to put together the poetry
And some assembly to listen to this poem.
But I can’t be labeled with just any label.
It is required to label it plus.
The small parts may be hazardous at first
I didn’t choke when I was writing it.
But they will grow on you.
For sure, they still grow on you.
My poems will transform you,
Like turning Optimus Prime into a truck.
It would bring that down to earth drive to figure,
Like turning that truck back into Optimus Prime
Then it would give you great recall,
Like if the Optimus Prime had to go back to the factory.
You can get this from a man in his Prime
Like if I had ordered great poetry off of Amazon.
Or if I got one of the transformers movies about Optimus.
My poetry is like Transformers
You just have to have an optimist in your hands.

God looked down on his creation.
Adam had just named every living thing.
And every living thing had a soulmate.
But Adam felt, alone.
Adam stared into the waters
But he did not know that his eyes were meant
To meet other eyes in harmony.
Suddenly Adam felt tired.
His eyes felt heavy.
He had to go find a place to lie down
Adam began to walk.
But his leg folded under him
And he went to sleep by the waters.

God came down to earth.
He created an opening in Adam’s side.
Because what Adam needed
Had to come from Adam himself.
It was a rib.
That came from the cage of Adam
Because she is meant to make Adam free.
God took the rib
And closed up Adam
So that Adam could be restored
God’s hands began to fashion woman.
Not from mere clay and water
But from righteous bone.
She would be his helpmate
And someone to fill what Adam was missing.

God then held Eve.
She was God’s most beautiful creation.
Eve did not come from a Word.
Or the dirt underneath the Earth
But from the bone of the living.
God then woke up Adam.
He said, Adam, wake up!
Adam was lying down again.
But this time when he woke up
He had a companion.

It was the first wedding ceremony.
And the couple was excited.
God was both father and pastor.
He walked the bride to Adam.
The angels in heaven were the wedding guests.
Adam did not have to give a ring
Because he gave a rib for Eve
Then God stood between Adam and Eve
God said to Adam, You may kiss the bride.
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
Adam and Eve embraced.
They were in each other arms.
The waters captured the wedding in pictures
Too good to be described by words.
They then went on a honeymoon
In the garden of paradise.

Lady of the Night pushed a button and suddenly a  bright light started flashing in the Arurian Tower. It started screeching, “Code Fight, this is not a drill.” She turned around in her chair and asked the Dragon-Power, who were all on the wall. “Tell me, what is the way to defeat Mythology?” Setil, one of the Dragon-Power replied, “You must sever the Arguments from the force-beings, but that is the easy part. Then you must defeat all of the Arguments in turn. But remember, an Argument can only be defeated by an Argument.” Lady of the Night nodded her head and said into the intercom, “I am going to need Paroah Chariots, Centaur-Raptors, and all of the Mechanisms to assemble outside the Arurian Tower for further instruction.” Lady of the Night then pushed a button on her wheelchair and it transformed into the Galvaric Armor. She
then took her Parisia Bow and went outside.
The different forces of the Federation were outside, some in Paroah Chariots, some on Centaur- Raptors with wings outstretched, and Breastplate-Bearer and Dialect standing by an
Isotrain Mechanism. Lady of the Night cleared her throat and said to herself, “Now let me see if I can do this Battlefare Intonment Message is so good at.” She raised her voice and her bow and
said, “Now is the reason for why the Federation is formed. There is a force out there called Mythology who must be defeated. Dahomeyia was destroyed once, it can never be destroyed
again. Got it?!”
A Courier sat there with a blade looking disinterested.  Lady of the Night glared at him and pointed her bow at him saying,”Didn’t you just here what I said?!” The young man got up,
and he was very tall. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Ma’am, where I come from, we have to see the threat in our eye to believe that it is real, and until I do, I’m calling nonsense on all that
you claim.” Lady of the Night withdrew her bow shaking and asked, “Excuse me, but what is your name?”  He said, “ My name is Bobby, and I am a Courier for this Federation. Who are
you? Nice speech by the way.” “Lady of the Night almost shook with rage as she said, “I am the Delta Knight of the Federation and Battlefare Commander of Earth. For your insolence you will
be promoted to Scout and be part of the Vanguard who will attack Mythology first. Not only will you see Mythology, you cant miss him.” “Cool” said Bobby as he boarded the Isotrain
Mechanism. Lady of the Night shook her head and said, laughing, “I don’t know where they recruit these people, but they are always the fighters we need.”
Lady of the Night met with Breastplate-Bearer and Dialect and told them, “ You guys will be the Addition to the Dahomeyian Forces. Dialect, you can command the Mobile Forces as
a Peacemonger Marshal  that will pin Mythology down and strike at long range. Breastplate-Bearer, you will be the Peacemonger Marshal in charge of the Ground Soldiers of Magaian
Tiger-Hounds, Brackti-Guard, and Scouts who will deal the final blow in concert with the Dahomeyian Army. I will sent enough Couriers so that you can get all the supplies and
weaponhoods you need to win. Victory is ours, okay.”“Got it,” said Breastplate-Bearer and Dialect as they boarded the last Isotrain Mechanism. Breastplate-Bearer looked back at Earth and
said, “It’s a shame she cannot join us in this fight, it will be glorious.” Dialect responded, “We need her on Earth because the skills she has, cannot be replaced and what we do she makes us
better.” They both nodded in agreement.

Way before Black Panther, I’m sure my ancestors rode in chariots.
They must have pulled up to a house in the desert looking for a fly woman to marry with.
Saying come ride with me, and we could build an empire.
She must have looked at him crazy, but she saw something in him to admire.
So she hopped in, and I bet my ancestor said I only have the best of everything.
These other men walk to your home, but they don’t work for the king.
She must have looked down, and squealed, Are those wheels?!
Then my ancestor nodded and said, I have a driver too, its no big deal.
So they rode off to my ancestor’s place, to create an empire for themselves.
Throughout time, they amassed both prestige and wealth.
I’ll continue my ancestor's  legacy, I just need to bring my charioted car to win her hand.
But I don’t want to work for an ancient pharaoh, I want to be king of this land.

Two prayers
One said on the Mount
Called the Lord’s Prayer
The other said in the Garden of Gethsemane
That was simply God calling out to his God.
You see, man had to learn how to pray
That is why we have the Lord’s Prayer.
But man also needed a perfect example of what prayer looks like.
Thus, the Garden of Gethsemane.
In the Garden of Gethsemane, Jesus sweat blood.
His forehead began the sacrifice which the rest of his body would later.
When the crown of thorns was placed on top of his head.
In the Lord’s Prayer, Jesus said to forgive.
In the Garden of Gethsemane, Jesus was forgiveness.
In the Lord’s Prayer, Jesus said thy Kingdom come.
In the Garden of Gethsemane, he is bringing forth the Kingdom.
I wonder how the height of the mountain
Could compare with the cool lusciousness of the garden.
As he stepped in the Garden, he stepped on his own blood.
The footing was slippery
The footing was messy
The footing was not at all like the Mount
Where rocks provided sturdy footing.
But in order to get to the Cross, he had to get to the Garden.
Because the Garden was where he would be arrested
Not just in the Mount where he would be a Teacher.
In the Garden, Jesus was a wanted man.
Wanted by man, because of his claims to be God.
But also wanted by man, because he is the Son of God.

Some people honestly think
That there is a Build-a-Hero workshop.
A store that they can go to.
And all of their heroes are on the wall.
The ones they like right at the window.
So that these people can say.
I’ll have this hero right here.
With these qualities
Yeah, give me charisma
And honesty
And good looks
And the gift of words.
But don’t give me struggle
Don’t give me pain.
I already have that.
I don’t need a hero with flaws
That I see in myself.
That would make them real.
I can't have a hero with flaws
That I don't approve of.

So they take the hero to pay for them.
They give them a sugarcoat.
And the cashier looks at them.
And takes their card
But tells them that it is insufficient funds
Because they cannot afford this hero.
No one has that amount of money
Such people don’t exist.
But if they want this hero to be real
They should look in their everyday lives
And at the actual lives of their heroes
To take the sugarcoat off
So that they are free to admire those who inspire
Because there is no inspiration without pain.
And no pain without struggle
But the struggle they endured
Bring our heroes closer to us.

David was brought into Saul’s home.
He should get more love from this palace.
Than from his own house.
Where his father neglected him out in the fields.
Where his brothers scorned him.
The king to be in the palace.
Sounds like the end of the tale.
But it is only the beginning.

David and Saul were riding back.
David was a general in Saul’s army.
And Saul was pleased with him.
For now.
That would soon change.
With women singing.
No popular hit song today.
Could make a man fear for his life.
And another man hell bent on killing him.
But that song did.
It made Saul uneasy.
And he looked on David with new eyes.
Jealous eyes.
Eyes that said It would be nothing to **** a shepherd general.
But he remained silent.
David was blissfully unaware.
To him tens of thousands slain just meant he was more valuable.
But for Saul it meant he was a threat.
And this threat must be eliminated.
Because for the sake of the kingdom, the shepherd general must die.
It was the duty of the king to **** the insurgent giant-killer.

Saul sat, brooding.
This was a common sight.
This mean mood was why David was brought into the palace in the first place.
It was so routine it was a cycle.
Saul gets possessed.
David plays a song.
Saul is delivered.
Only this time, it is different.
This time, the scowl does not leave Saul’s face.
The demons play with Saul’s emotions.
And he is the one who gives them the ball.
David was looking at Saul and he was worried.
Maybe if I play this string this way……
Suddenly David ducks.
Years of warfare training had honed his instincts.
So that he could duck a javelin without knowing it would be thrown.
The javelin stuck in the wall.
Part of it was broken, a testament to Saul’s arm.
And Saul was sitting, scowling.
The demons were rejoicing.
Because not only had they possessed one of God’s anointed.
They had attempted to ****** another one.
The attendants rush into the room
And another one guides David out.
He shakes his head wondering why his music failed to soothe
Is there sin in the palace?

So Saul demoted David.
Or rather told him
It is better for your skills to have smaller numbers
So you can be covert and do special missions.
But David was successful.
And Saul was wondering why everyone was dying except David.
Even though he was encountering the same number of enemies.
With a group Saul designated as a final stand.

Love was in the air with this jealousy.
Because the king’s daughter Michal
The one promised to David from the start
Had fallen in love.
It was a great love story.
But the bride’s father wanted the groom dead.
And the dowry to be the groom’s casket.

Saul wanted the most intimate parts of man.
The flesh that separated Hebrew from Philistine.
100 of them.
A request he never asked of any warrior.
But he wanted David to get it.
David came back, alive.
And Saul was aghast when David put down 200 of them.
The part that a warrior could not fake getting
And that a Philistine would never give up alive.
Hands weary from battle had to cut it from the remains
And repeat until there were 200 pieces of grisly tissue.
So Michal and David got married.
And Saul should have happy.
He wasn’t, at all.
Saul didn't see it as a marriage but as a hostage situation.
His daughter was gone even though the ransom was paid.
David was not dead.
And as long as Saul breathed
He would make sure one day David didn't.

Mary walked in the garden.
Like Eve did in the creation.
Only she was looking for her God.
Not trying to hide from him.
Looking for a place to escape the eyes of God.
She saw His face
And asked where did they take my Lord.
He replied, I AM he.
Jesus said I will go to my God.
So tell the world.

Thomas was part of that world
But Thomas has said
Or proclaimed
I will not believe
Belief will not be discovered in me
Until I am able to touch his side
Afflicted by a spear
Touch his hands
That were nailed to the cross.

Jesus came
And said, Thomas look, look
Behold the Son of Man who died to save the world.
Put your hand.
Take your best finger and point.
And put it into my side
See how it goes all the way in.
Right to the knuckle.
That spear went all the way in too.
Take your other finger
And put it into my palm.
See how it digs into the hand?
Those nails went all the way through.

Jesus met Peter as well.
Jesus was saying feed my lambs, feed my sheep
Jesus looked at Peter and whispered, Feed me
For I am the Lamb of God
This was different from God in the garden.
He caught Adam and Eve with the seeds of the forbidden fruit on their tongues.
The sweetness of this fruit caught in their throats.
The juice dripping from their lips.
While in the garden God pointed at Adam and Eve
And said you fed yourself.
The evidence is all over your face.
Helped yourself to food that was not yours
Because you wanted the knowledge that is all mine.
You did not eat to live, you ate to rebel.
And in all rebellion must come punishment.

Jesus came and said the rebellion is over
I have come to lead a new movement, a new uprising.
Now is the stage of fulfillment in Christ
Now mankind does not have to feed
Mankind can feed me.
Because I fasted in the wilderness against the face of the enemy
Feed me his insecurities.
Feed me his needs
He can touch me and see where I suffered
So his suffering can finally come to an end.

They used wood to put my Jesus on the cross
And ropes from plants to keep him there.
Oh God, my god, he used to work with wood.
He was taught wood work by his father.
And mandated by his heavenly father to stay on wood.
God had wood-work of his own to do.
The Son of Man had to be carved for God’s righteous purpose.
So that the works of sin may be fully ended.
The wood is work Jesus must not abandon
Metal spikes were driven into his wrists
That was a painful drive
As if to say you cant go anyway.
The Jesus who came to the city on the donkey
Would leave the city a dead king.

They slayed my King of Kings
It even says it in the cross.
Why did they assassinate him?
Many men would want to be made God.
My God was killed like a man.
One crown of thorns put in his head.
His head bleeds with royal red.
It drips down his beard and onto his body.
They crowned him but what a throne?
A cross is an instrument of death
It should not be the throneroom to the King of Kings.
They pierced his side.
Soldiers which should protect the King
Were tasked with killing him
That was their job today, to **** God.
Not worship him, **** him.
Not serve him, **** him.
So they put it in his side.

But God could not stay dead.
They took his body away.
Away from where his ancestors were buried.
Now they used stone to keep him in place.
But the stone must yield
To the Cornerstone.
The stone was rolled away.
But the cornerstone cut without hands.
Got up and walked away from the tomb
So now we are free.
God worked with that wood
Because he is the divine carpenter.
He worked with the stone.
Because God is amazing.
Get it? A mason.
God is a mason
And my Jesus could not stay dead.

This part of my life is so long its beginning to seem like a phase
When the hours see sunlight each day to become months.
I wonder when it would be over, but dread what is next.
I hope there is goodness in store for what is up ahead in the forbidden future

I wish I knew what the name is for this stage of life I’m in.
I hope it would a good one, one that shows my growth.
But what if this is the lower parts of my existence?
I hope this history will be kind to me because I intend to document it.

I’ve already begun to journal it, and so far it seems a little grim.
But today was a good day, and that is an upside of life.
The good days add up to great weeks, which make for a good journal.
And a good journal makes for an excellent memoir, by me.

People always crying out
Some with the utmost pride
We in the field
You in the house
What field are you in?!
You don’t have a professional field.
You don’t possess no working field.
There are no working clothes
All we can see is your ***** laundry
Where can you hide that?
All the world can see and mock
***** laundry left too long only become legal suits.
The type the government brings against you.
That have you dressed up in court proceedings.
And wishing you had pride in being in the right field
Before it was too late.

There is no education there
In order for there to be a field
It has to be safe for seeds
But our seed are not in fields.
They in jails
They on probation
A place where seeds were not meant to be
A place where seeds cannot grow
A place where seeds die from lack of care.
And the last time I checked
Being part of a system
Is not part of a field.
When all we have to look forward to are gates.
You don’t even work in a field
You mistake bitterness for empowerment.

And you have the audacity to be mad I’m in a house.
So yes I’m in a house.
A house I bought with my money, my toil, my sacrifice.
A house I got because I went to schoolhouses all my life.
A house I acquired because I went to church houses and learned to worship.
A house that I could make a garden in
A paradise garden for my seed and kin.
That old house-field dichotomy
Ended when we was supposed to be free.
You say people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
I say people who don’t have a field shouldn’t throw shade.

Santa said
I will give you a lump of coal.
I replied in rejoicing
Give me all the coal you can.
I’m not even going to argue with you.
My house needs all the warmth
That coal could provide.
Santa seemed startled.
He told me I had been bad.
I told him that even bad people need warm homes.
He nodded in bemusement.

I vividly remember that day
Even though I could not speak words yet
Or even lift up my head.
My parents took me to a Billy Graham crusade in Central Park
It was good to take their kid so that an elder stateman of the faith could speak God things.

When I was 8 years old I got a biography of Billy Graham
And thought that was how I would like to be
Performing in church plays and even giving a sermon.
I remembered Billy Graham spoke like this, I should speak like him.
I was in law school I was the president of the Christian Legal Society
I thought now is my time to do good like Billy Graham did great.
Reaching out to be light upon the world of my law school campus.
It was harder than I thought, but in the end I managed to achieve influence

Later, the call of godly ministry itself came upon my life.
I then realized with the passing of Billy Graham
Other people need to finish the work that he did.
Even though Graham had grand-children, God had none.
Since God can touch Graham, he could reach out to touch me.

I was denied my authority to cut my way out by contraction.
Because there had to be a scar where I was born, something lasting.
I was born 10 minutes after and 6 weeks too soon.
The sun had not come up, I hoped it was a full moon.
The first month, but I missed being a New Year Day born.
I was crowned by Casearean section onto that belly torn.
They say crying forces air, but my air was by incubator.
I was in a hospital in the hospital and it was my Savior.
Doctors looks for twitches and other infant signs of life
One of them probably remarked, He looks like  a Mike.
Because he was a soldier who just marched out the womb.
He survived the battle of birth, and he seems to be soldierly groomed.
I looked at them and thought to myself, I will be well, and soon.
So when I speak everybody would heed that cry.
Because I was made to live in abundance and not die.

The Nova Knighthood Way went to the Logre Markets to make a Oediapin Barter.
Message said, I know the Language of Scimita, on our home planet we read Decipherment Charters.
I don’t know what that means but it is worth a shot, Dragon-Man said with a shrug.
Breastplate-Bearer said, We need Fathomless Fuel, Scythe-Daggers, and  Bridleless Stable-rugs
And where are we going to get the money for all these war instruments, Lady of the Night retorted.
Breastplate Bearer growled but Dragon-Man said, We just need their currency where is not important.
They saw at length a traveler with the Nourishless Caravans, and Dragon-Man hollered, Excuse me sir?
We need money in the form of Premo-catridge gems to go and get things from the barter.
The traveler spoke and Message said, You would have to give him something that we have.
Then he will show us the way to get to the Oedipin. barter by a path.
Dragon-Man said, I will give you this card, that was always precious to me.
It is a holographic license of my admittance to become a warrior attorney.
The man took the holographic license, muttered and pointed just beyond.
Dragon-Man pressed a button on his watch, and they left just as Scimita sun’s dawned.

In the distance the man arrived at a tent, and used a Archetype vessel to speak
The Legate, my lord, this man said, The Federation that you are hunting is here to seek.
Where are they headed, The Legate demanded, to the Logre Markets to get puny arms.
You are the Legate with all-Battlefare power, there is no need for alarm.
I will be there soon, and keep track of these Federation Knights carefully.
I don’t need more reinforcements of the Federation to arrive on this planet tree.
Don’t worry my lord, The Man said, I can track them with this holographic license
Their leader was foolish enough to give it to me without a fight, I can tap into its vibrance.
The Legate replied, Make sure that Drozen does not come, I deem this planet mine.
And if you betray me, I will feed you to the Acidic Flames for all time.

Dragon-Man and the Nova Knighthood Way was walking, and suddenly they saw an army.
Are they Friend or foe, Lady of the Night asked, Friendly foes, Message replied calmly.
Dragon-Man walked out and said, We come in peace and do not mean to disturb.
The leader of this army sneered unmoved, There is no commotion at all your weapons are superb.
You are outnumbered and outmanned, lay down all your war instruments.
Message yelled out, We are also out-womaned, and by whom you are sent
The leader took off his helmet, and Dragon-Man was shocked that it was Drent.
Recognize me? Drent snarled, in a voice more snively than usual.
Dragon-Man laughed and said, Well you were never the brightest but now you’re less beautiful.
Drent shouted, I had to come from the Great Beyond because while you left I was stuck in its malady.
So how fitting it is that now you are on a planet where the Isotrain Mechanism cannot beat the gravity.
Is this true, Message whispered to Dragon-Man, as he pressed a button on his wrist.
Dragon-Man whispered back, I don’t know but I don’t intend to die here like this.
When I was born I came out fighting, so now I know only one way to exit.
Drent screamed, You can all suffer for Dragon-Man’s transgressions and die on this planet!
Ready for war, Dragon-Man asked, Message said, He is not Drozen but he will do.
Breastplate-Bearer replied, Drent died in the Great Beyond, he can die on the Scimita planet too.

Imagine if every day you woke up.
The son of a rich man
But sickness was your portion.
The doctors don’t know what is wrong.
Your body betrays you on a daily basis.
Imagine that
An athlete who struggles to get out of bed.
But you do it every day.
A war hero
Who struggles it off
Saying
It was involuntarily they sank my boat.
Just like you said in your youth.
If I lose any more blood count I’m gonna die.
Your younger brother even said to you
Half-jokingly
If a mosquito bit you that mosquito would die
And you nodded in agreement
You did not die, yet.
But that thought haunts you every day.

You did not become the youngest elected president.
Because you wanted to
You did it because you had to.
Because with the sickness, came gifts.
The gift of reading.
The gift of empathy.
And the gift of charisma
You could make a nurse giggle when you spoke
That so many who would walk around did not have.
You were sure time was short.
Your daddy said
Sons, I could not be president.
One of you must.
You were the one
And thought, maybe I would live longer than I thought
But in the back of your mind you knew
The diseases in you could not be cured
Even by presidential doctor’s hands.
So on the day you were stricken
You knew you might die, any day now.
You just never thought it would be by bullets
And you never could have imagined.
It would give you a kingdom that would live forever.
Called Camelot.
Rest in Peace, JFK.

My name is Samuel
I am a seer who was called to anoint the King of Israel.
And when he failed at his duty
To proclaim God’s favor on another King.
That King came to me in a hurry.
Worried about what to do next.
Because the first King wanted him dead.
This same King, who refused to **** the King of the Amalekites.
The enemy of God’s people from the wilderness
The enemy he was supposed to eliminate but did not.
And now this King wanted to ****
But he desired to **** God’s chosen one
I could not let that happen.

I had not met David since I had anointed him.
Since then, he had grown.
Not so much in height
But in strength and vitality.
He stood with more confidence
And his tone was that of a soldier
Who was now hunted by his King.
I told David not to worry
And brought him to the council of the prophets
Who prayed for him.
Who spoke a word over David.
And said that no man could take away what God had decreed.
I could see that David felt better.
He even began to prophesy himself.
The future King as prophet.
I began to speak Thus Saith the Lord with him.

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw men.
Men with swords, spears, and shields.
David’s hand reached to his belt where his sword was.
I told him the Battle is the Lord’s
Just keep prophesying.
And as the men stepped forward.
Suddenly they froze.
As I called on God’s intervention
And for them to experience the move of God.
They started to prophesy, too.
Speak righteous things about David
And then they ran.

A short time I could see Saul.
With an angry look on his face
I wondered if he was willing to **** a prophet of God.
Where before he was not willing to **** an evil king.
I resolved to stand here at all costs
Because the Word of God shall not be moved.
Suddenly King Saul froze.
He reached out to me, but his hand would not come back
When he drew it back Saul was shaking.
He tore his robe and started to prophesy.
He laid on the ground all night and spoke the things of God.
That I am sure he had not considered in a long time.
I told David that we must leave
And we left Saul laying on the ground
Still animated about the Most High
That he had forsaken.

My heart beats for 25 hours a day.
That extra hour is for being born before my time.
So instead of those heartbeats echoing in an ultrasound
They were in intensive care.
Doctors said if his heart stops beating, he will pass on.
But there will be no memories inside that crowned head
There would be nothing but a body to bury
And a lot of what could have beens.
It would be a shame that he would be covered in soil
No longer able to soil himself
Before he could say his own name.
My fingers grasped weakly at the air.
My mouth gasped for air
I could not close either to take hold
My eyes blurred by the waters of an IV.
Encased in a body too weak to make fluid.
That hour was probably best spent in a womb.
Count off the hours to make months.
But the world probably needed me now.
I needed to be in the world even more.
My first grin was in this isolation chamber.
I’m sure my first thought was it is good to be alive.
It is better to be in the world wrinkled
Because I will leave the world the same way

General Tso.
The staple of the community
First we liked hot sauce.
Then we liked fried chicken.
Now we liked them married together
I mean, marinated together.

General Tso’s Chicken.
It is what is on every kids lips
When he goes to certain restaurants.
But I wonder about this General Tso
If he could be real.
He can’t be real.
Because I heard he fed his General Tso’s Chicken
To his men.
And that is how they named it.
I thought, then he must be a turncoat.
Judas Iscariot as general.
Because there is no way anyone can fight
With General Tso’s Chicken in them.

You don’t feel like taking up arms.
You feel like putting your arms down.
To lie down and sleep
As the enemy is charging.
And as soon as you finish eating
You feel hungry again.
I guess General Tso did his job.
The question is, for which side?

My poetry took baby pictures of mankind
Before the photograph was invented.
They said to put them in an album
I said that there was none there
It had to be created
And can you help me?
They asked why did I not paint portraits
This is what we know.
I replied I am not here to give you what you know
But where you should be.
Besides, you hang up portraits in museums.
And admire them.
You hold baby pictures when you sit on the couch
And ask them questions.
Like I think he has daddy’s nose?
Is that supposed to be a nose?
I think this poetry is very touching to me.
I did not create this to embody the figure of one person.
I revealed this poetry for questions to be answered
By you.

Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
But what if I have no eye.
And I cannot, will not tell you that lie.
But can I tell you that beauty is your first name.
The essence that puts together the names of yourself into the sentence
You speak when you shake my hand.
Simply by touch
Touch is how you relate to a person like me.
But no touch is worthy to know what beauty is.
That is why they say beauty needs an eye.
So what is the rest of my body meant for?
What they should really say is
Beauty is what makes me laugh
After I have gained the light of vision in the heart of my head.
And I am giggling now
Because I don’t know what else to do in the presence of such good looks.

Son of David, may you be a better man than I could ever be.
I pray for forgiveness, because blood is on our hands.
Look at us, the ones who have wronged so much.
Innocence is spread over the face after the fight is lost.
While there was sleep for the few, there was a plot.
They took him and placed him into the hands of men.
Reinforcements should have been called, but a king’s decree said halt.
Weapons were laid on him, but those who supported stepped back.
The woman who loved this soldier had nothing to do with this.
There was weeping and after a while found comfort in trembling arms.
He called himself a soldier of valor, but the odds were against him.
I’m sorry that it was not him who was the target, but what he blocked.
But it was too late, and there was evidence, and he had a sentence of death.
I panicked so I denied what happened, and then I searched for him.
This woman knew me, but after it was done I tried to hide my worse nature.
She spoke to me in a manner I would never forget.
I looked out and saw this woman, and her countenance was such that it shook me.
I knew I should have been in a different location, but the struggle of life was on me.
Now I stand back not to admire my courage, but to confess the wrong I allowed.
This

God took out the blood so I could live, but this was no leeching
I was slow speaking but now I can stand up to go preaching.
I was in a cell, but God’s cross was brought to cross, and not a loss.
When God threw a coin in the air it was all a head so I won the coin toss.
Because he said I had to become a featured male, not be the tail, or see the jail.
God could not imagine the thought so he came to save me from hell.
So now I have become free, my currency is God and not money.
Man should not live by bread alone, but he will not be hungry.
God will send his angels to be by his side after the temptations.
Christ has called us to be his bride and speak to the nations.

Message looked at Arthur’s flight toward Mythology through the window. She looked out the window and shouted to the outside, “With every down, we will hunt their breath!”  The Peacemonger for Strengthened Weapons looked shocked and his face turned pale. He turned his head upward and said in the loudest voice he could, “Don’t you mean with every breath, we shall hunt them down?!” Message waved her ******* at him and said, “I mean what I said!” Then she slammed the window shut.
The Peacemonger for Strengthened Weapons turned to the Manyman he was speaking to and complained, “Message is the most aggressive person in our army. She is always dragging us into fights that we have to bail her out by our power.” The Manyman nodded and said, “What if I told you that she doesn’t have to drag us into fights anymore.”  The Peacemonger stroked his beard and said, “Interesting. I am listening so go ahead.” “The Manyman said, “There is a group called the Headless who wants to overthrow Message. You would be in the line of succession so you could rule us and stop Message’s nonsense.” The Peacemonger crossed his arms and said, “You never heard it from me, but I like that and when you succeed, I will be the Dahomeyan Rulersbip. I will funnel you weapons, so that when you overthrow her, I can be the one to slam her prison door shut in her face. We do not want to **** our ruler, that would not be nice,” he cackled.
Message called Arthur on the Galvatar watch, “Where are you? I can’t see you.” Arthur replied, “We are in the inside, but we don’t see, OHHH. I see it. He is just like what my mom said tormented my ancestors.” “ Message said back, “Okay so you have seen him, you can pull back.” Arthur replied,”I have to avenge my ancestors who now sleep because I was not born when Mythology attacked. Good-bye.” Message pleaded, “Arthur! That was not the plan!”, but her Galvatar watch soon fell silent and she was pacing back and forth.
The Alliance Project opened the door and said, “You were never one for plans, or to follow a plan once it has been formed. Karma is really something, huh.” “Get out”, said Message, not amused at all. The Alliance Project cocked his head and said, “You know now we would have to be put on the War Footing, right?” Let me gather the Dahomeyian Army as a safeguard.” Message buried her head in her hands and said, “What have I done?”
The Alliance Project assembled the Dahomeyian Army. As a Project he was the Peacemonger Marshal of the Dahomeyian Army, even though the Dahomeyian Army was headed by Message as titular Ruler. The Dahomeyian Army advanced toward the Seragon Mountains where Mythology lived. Suddenly someone said, “Look up there.” The Isotrain Mechanism came down in front of them.
Inside was Arthur, bloodied but proud. He said to the Dahomeyian Army, “I did my ancestors well. I stopped Mythology. It took the king of Camelot and Avalon to defeat a deity.” “The Manyman who was talking to the Peacemonger for Strengthened Weapons went and angrily asked Arthur, “ Where is Wayne, my son? He went with you on the expedition!” Arthur said, “ I don’t know of this Wayne of whom you speak of. I went by myself and triumphed with my sword.” The Manyman said, “Where is my boy?” The Alliance Project stepped between Arthur and the Manyman and showed The Manyman a projection.  He solemnly said,
“Wayne never existed. You never had a son.”

Don’t tangle with this poetry, it would be ******-suicide.
It would be better to enjoy it, so that we are unified.
Don’t act like it s the worst to admit the greatness first.
Because it’s mighty petty of you to nod your head while saying you hate this verse.
You say it’s criticism, I say there is no one there to listen.
Because my vision puts me into the position for wisdom.
So you can count on me, all the way to zero while I'm in this cockpit.
Then I am fly here when I move into your atmosphere in this rocket.
But the only vision haters know is television based off a reality show.
I write about the struggle that those who live empty bank account to salary know.
This is my outfit, you can charge me and I will be your outlet.
Better buy a new battery, because they said this skill is battery and I don’t doubt it.
These terms are like the third one where a president was barred from running again.
This poetry is more than potential it’s legacy, because we will rise to see the sun again.

I babble in mics, mastering vibes that migrate like African tribes.
In these paths I realize, the prejudice that strike with pathogen drives,
I write my feelings through this brother’s hand, the force will massacre your heard.
We were children of the motherland, before the wars and the diaspora occurred.
Only bars that are in my future, are the ones that give me licenses.
Not the bars that unfortunate men peep out of, locked behind a grisly iron fence.
And because of those bars, we get barred from jobs and turn to busy violence.
How can we raise the bar, when the bar is lowered by our own expectations.
Represent my people, the cases I want are the ones that I represent Clients.
Not the cases that hold bullets meant to perpertuate recent violence.
Because of those cases, we got cases because our brothers couldn’t control themselves.
The only shots I want are shots for wisdom-skilled gain without physical pain.
Not the shots that are drug-filled and they put it in and out a mystical vein.
Or the shots that get thugs killed, because they were about the visceral game.
I Got suits for my profession, but the only suits that people profess me in have sentences.
And not the sentences that end in periods, but the ones that end a person’s freedom, period.
People want a revolution, but when the time comes they don’t want to lead one.
Now I know what W.E.B Dubois meant when he talked about double consciousness.
Cant go to some places without there being an awkward troubled consequence.
But I still hold my head high, take pride in who I am, and walk with bubbled confidence.

My God buried in wraps will surely rise again
That broken body will be rebuilt by Godly strength
No Earth Rock could hold him.
No spear could keep him down.
Even though I don’t see him now.
He must be in the other place we don’t speak of
Where the saints come to dwell.
He must have gone there to break them out.
I must help him—
No Michael.
This is more than help, this is prophecy
Jesus is the Commander-in-Chief of the Lord’s Army.
The immortal God cannot reside in hell.
This is just a conjugal visit
To show the Devil who truly reigns in heaven
And who was cast out into outer darkness.
The Devil needed God himself to show up in the midst
The cross was a burial ground
The Devil knows that.
But what the Devil does not know is that the cross is where the Devil’s everything
is buried.
Yes God.
Now we wait for Jesus for rise
Because the same spirit that is in heaven will raise Jesus from the dead.
Because the immortal Son of Man
Cannot stay slain and bloodied forever.

Dragon-Man took the letter from the mailbox and opened it.
When he saw who wrote it, he gasped and had a fit.
It was Drozen, who said I will bring to you The War
On a level your Earthlings have never known before.
You might have the Isotrain Mechanism but I have a machine
No use trying to wake up, because this is not a dream.
Dragon-Man crumpled the letter up and threw it away.
He knew that he had to be ready to fight right now today.
He contacted Lady of the Night on his Galvalar watch.
And told her to get here as soon as possible to this spot.
She came and Dragon-Man prepared to get the Isotrain Mechanism.
Lady of the Night protested, The rest of the team isn’t here or risen.
I hope you would get reinforcements and rethink your decision.
Dragon-Man said, With the Isotrain Mechanism, I will take the war to he
Search for Drozen across the worlds and bring battle to make us free.
The Iso-train Mechanism came, Dragon-Man put the Abyss Sword in the Damocles Stone.
It roared to life, and Dragon-Man proclaimed, Drozen would wish he left us alone!
Lady of the Night parked her Paroah Chariot in it, and now they were ready.
With the Isotrain Mechanism and the Nova Knighthood,  the Federation is deadly.
Lady of the Night took the Elysian Scabbard, this would help to ward off injury.
They searched the skies with the Skycraft scope, looking for their enemy.
Suddenly Lady of the Night screamed, Look at that light headed right towards us.
Dragon-Man turned on the Isotrain Mechanism and said, Engage Supernova drives full ******!
Drozen and Dragon-Man are on a collision course, the universe will bear this battle’s brunt.
Little did Dragon-Man know, one of the Dragon Power was working for the Faceless Tongues.

Jesus brought himself to the cross, gasping
It had to be this way
This way, the only way
Because Jesus is the Way.
All that was essential in Jesus had to die
So that in death all that is important to God may live.
Everything that mattered to God
Had to go through the cycle of death
For life to be restored.
They put the crown of thorns on him.
Some crown if it was all thorns.
The jewels were pointy.
Not pointing toward God.
But pointing in God.
Piercing him.
Releasing the blood that was ignoring by the whippings.
And the beatings by man’s hands.
These rough men called on the sharpness of a tree.
The Word says he was pierced for us
But why God does it have to be so much?

Then he had to shoulder the cross
Up to where he would die.
Like a soldier carries a gun.
Only this weapon would **** the God of War.
Pierced by men who simply do battle.
God was stabbed by nails, thorns, and spears
To win the only conflict that matters.
He arrived and they put him on the cross
With nails
Or more accurately, spikes
The little nails used for housework would not do.
When God was the one about to clean house.
They were spikes that went into his arms.
And in his legs.
No part of his body was left unpierced.
The Word says he was wounded for us
But his body was now all gaping wound.
Why God did it have to be so?

Then the Roman soldier passed by.
The one to make sure the Christ was dead.
He put his spear into his side.
Other stories told of how gods were inflicted pain.
This soldier actually did it
By God’s consent
With God’s approval
Because God wanted mankind to be free.
It was better for Christ to be pierced and wounded
Than for mankind to be enslaved and tormented.
So when Christ told Thomas to touch his side
And feel the nails in his hands
The Son of Man who was all wound
And the eternal sacrifice
Became my healing salvation
Christ conquered the affliction
That stood in the way between me and my Father.
So as Christ’s side was torn
The veil was torn as well
And I am free.

What if the Sunken Place is not what we think.
Or where we think
The people we support lead us to it.
But we think it is a fairytale relationship.
It is a fairytale, after all
To think we can support so much for so little in return
And keep on supporting
Politicians come to us in our houses of worship with black voices.
This is God’s house, show some respect.
You don’t use that voice to speak to the Big Man upstairs
When you talk about your concerns.
I’m sure that voice hurts your throat
Because it really aggravates my ears.

But why do we fall for it, every time.
After all it is called the Sunken Place not Sesame Place.
Because in this Sunken Place we don’t want to leave
We bark at people who tell us
That where we are at isn’t living.
Demonize them
Until people look upon us with a smile.
Yes, Yes, divide and conquer.
But we don’t overcome.
We ignore the past.
Because before the Sunken Place was the Underground Railroad.
But now there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Only another train
To take us to the Sunken Place.
And if we cannot conduct ourselves
We wont even get there because we are off-track.

Don't put a knife in my back
And tell me it is a cape
I already have a weight on my shoulders
And it does not feel like this.

I knew the war, it was not named by date
The stream was not of blood, the ground was clean.
We looked at life with love in eye, no hate
Even the peace of talk replayed in dreams.

The war declared a date, this was not child’s play.
This of resolution, decree, and men’s wages.
The devil came to slay, all my friends died away.
We fought until we could not document it on pages.

Who won, the ground, because it got fertilizer.
And streams received its fill of blood and ships.
Who lost, we did, the ghost of death is no miser.
We don’t use books no more, we just use lips.

This is where the dead will bury the living.
Entomb the skeletons and all is forgiven.

We sing psalms of strength to our Savior.
The mighty Majesty, the one who moves mountains.
He spoke to seeds of strength in man and mustard, and said
If your face has faith, it frees the flesh of fear.
He set out on the sea, and said the Spirit’s saved.
Simon stepped out of the ship, and sunk screaming Christ!
But Christ came to call us chosen.
The redeemer reached to reign over the sea.
Each of us now endowed, enabled and emboldened
Because he was broken and bruised for us to be.

They try to write against me, but their pens are missing ink.
Told me that I couldn’t see, but I made sure that this vision blinks.
I was the only one brave enough to look up at the heating sun.
I gave the drumsticks to somebody to march to his own beating drum.
He handed it back to me, and said quite accurately.
That these were not sticks for drums but they were sticks to make fire.
I told him thank you and said that I would be sure to take higher.
He said It’s my pleasure, and although this is  no pressure.
Please step out of my shadow, because you are in the way of my leisure.

The hardships in life we don’t like.
Ugh, hardship.
It sounds like something ancient yet so relevant.
We say, If only we don’t have hardship.
But a hardship can withstand anything.
Including the storms
That cant get in.
Because then the entry of turbulence would be grave
Our grave.
Coming from the skies above, and the deep below.

We cling to our hardships
Saying no one understands this trouble.
Until it is time for us to land.
We look out and see there is no turbulence
But we have to build, something.
Then our hardships become useless
Or so we think.
Because the skills we had in the hardships
Might be different when we land and have to build.
But the strength to come through hardship helps us to land.

A hardship is different from a shelter
A hardship does not even sound like shelter.
We cant take the parts of hardship and make them a shelter
We have to go lumber and kick rocks.
Until there is structure in our lives.
Even though that hardship was not a yacht
It also had its time and place.
When that time is gone
A new structure enters our lives
That means we could live in
Because we will stay here to see the sun rise again.

The president turned to the camera and said, grinning
We are here today to pardon a chicken
I do not mean the Senate Majority Leader.
But a true American patriot.
He could not fly like the bald eagle.
And escape his fate.
But I am pardoning him as an act of mercy.
With all presidential authority.
He can go to the zoo and be petted.
By the children
A White House staff member looked very worried.
He whispered Mr. President.
The tradition is to pardon turkeys.

The President threw up his hands and said,
Alright.
Where is the turkey.
I had one for breakfast this morning.
On rye bread with cheese and mayonnaise.
I guess I could pardon his brother.
They said I should watch my portions.
The White House staff member said, almost shouting.
Mr. President that was the turkey!
The president was silent for a moment.
And said, smiling, I commute the sentence of the chicken…..
I was recently advised he is not eligible for pardon…
The White House staffer put his head in his hands and muttered.
No, no it does not work this way.
None of this works this way!

The dirt cried out
Until it started to whimper
My God, my God When is your promise coming?
You cursed my face saying I should give birth to thorns
These were great labor pains and blood as well
From the hands of man plucking the birth
From my body.
You sent the waters that I thought would cleanse
But after the waters came more thorns
So I guess nothing changed.
You sent the fire and I wished it would change mankind
But after the fire came the fingers of man who kept cursing
As well as being cursed.
I gave birth to thorns
God you breathed into me and man stood up.
Man came out of me
But can dry bones rise again?
Man would have to come out of me a second time
Crawl back into the womb of dirt and soil
And rise up out.
That would have to be someone special
The government would be on his shoulders
Because he would have to use his hands to climb out of the dirt.
It hurt when I gave birth to thorns
Just imagine the labor pains giving rebirth to the Son of Man.