I dreaded
That it would be my tough portion
To hear from you with kindness
That I was just a friend.
It did not make sense to me
It just did not make sense
How we could hang out like dates
But just be friends.
Friends with some benefits
But I fear the benefits are now gone.
So I will be your friend
Until the end of time.
But maybe time is up.
Because although you say I am just a friend.
I fear that we are no longer even friends
So I will step back
To preserve our memories for another day.

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.

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.

I wonder what my leg dreams of
When it falls asleep
Probably not running
Because when I wake up
It’s still asleep!
I thought the alarm clock was supposed
To wake us both up.
Too bad it could only wake me up.
My leg snores
Why is it so loud?
Oh, that was not a snore.
I think another part of me is awake
But it is not my leg.

I wonder when I got to the age
When I stopped being good at everything.
When my drawings stopped being Van Gogh
And started being like oh no
That’s not my face.
That’s not anyone’s face.
It looks like a cat
Who was chased and barely survived!
I’m sorry.
I thought I was good at this
No, no.
It was not so much that I was good
That it was I was just a child
So when people saw my art portfolio
They said that those stick figures
Looked like the ones in cartoons.
But I think that’s so funny
Because I never knew a cartoon character was named Stick
And had a sidekick called Scribble.
But poetry was different
It was a reverse process
First people said there was something there
Then people noted that I was getting better
In a way I never heard them say about my art.
Maybe it was whispered
But I don’t read lips.
Next I heard murmurs of greatness
And how it was touching
Greatness?
I got to the age when I stopped being good at everything
When I got great at this one thing
Called writing poetry to move the people
And that is my art.
So go figure
I think I will stick to it.
Because if Van Gogh sat down to write poetry.
It would look just like mine.

They posted pictures of their vacation.
I wondered where they get their money.
They always have smiles of elation.
I wish I knew what they look like when life isn’t funny.

Always posting pictures of their dating status.
Calling their significant others boo and bae.
One day they are in a relationship, the next they are the baddest.
Because their man could not be convinced to stay.

Sometimes they say that they hate their job and work.
They wish that they could earn money from home.
I always thought that to provide always came first.
And work is the portion of those who are grown.

But when they break up, no one ever sees that post.
And we never see the friends who get blocked.
Sometimes people on Facebook be doing the most.
And then wonder why their true friends are shocked.

Because to be a friend or a follower on social media is nothing.
A true friend is one who is with you through thick and thin.
I don’t mean your yo-yo dieting, or your social media husband.
I’m talking about those who held you down from the beginning.

Breastplate-Bearer said as they were walking, I would put the Federation on my back
Drent rolled his eyes and said, Does he always have such foolhardy confidence, this hack?
Lady of the Night yelled, You two stop having a ****** contest and get over here
Dragon-Man said, This is the place we can regroup with no one to interfere.

Dragon-Man pushed his watch and the Isotrain Mechanism came into existence.
Drent screeched, I will pilot this thing because I am the best flyer before or since.
No I am the Leader so this is my Mechanism, said Dragon-Man annoyed by such insolence.
You know there is a Dual-Pilot Mode, said Message and Dragon-Man whispered Hush.
Drent taunted, Or what are you going to do, fight against someone with a lifeless touch.
Message responded, At least my touch did not lose the Mpoma Stool.
Drent jumped up and down shouting, I warned you not to say that in public and one day I will rule.
You shouldn't talk when a Headdress Prince is speaking, that calls for a duel.
Stay out of this brother, Message turned around with her finger in Drent's face.
Lady of the Night hollered, We have a Logres Market to get to so we better make haste.

Drent growled and said, My Patriot Knighthood Way has not been assigned, so I guess you guys will have to do.
Breastplate-Bearer said, Thank you for your kind intonment, we welcome the ability to fight with you.
They arrived at the Logres Market and Message whispered, We have to use stealth.
They take Premo-Cartridge Gems as their building blocks for wealth.
Lady of the Night give me your garment, I'll go in to make the barter.
Lady of the Night protested, But why can't I do it, and Message replied Because I'm smarter.
Can't argue with that logic, Dragon-Man grinned and Drent replied, Smart is not part of this whole conversation.
Breastplate-Bearer said, The IsoTrain Mechanism has a shielding mode to hide us in our location.
Okay get ready for anything, Dragon-Man called out and Message be vigilant and cautious.
Drent, prepare the Brackti for Battlefare, they are now aligned with the Federation Forces.
Message gestured and said, I will go in and if I need you I will signal by the Flaretine pen.
Drent retorted, The real question my dear sister is not if you will need us but when!

I yearned to speak from the walls of my heart
But it was a glass house.
No foundation
They say the chambers were empty.
I think there is blockage there.
They said I needed to bypass
I said I needed to GET. IT. OUT.
So that I can breathe again
So that I will breathe, freely
Because right now my heart is racing.
And it is not on track
They said I had a stroke
I replied it was a stroke of genius
They urged me that this type of stroke does not come from the heart.
I have to sit down, I have to lie, down.
The room is spinning
And the walls of my heart are caving in.
The glass from the house is hurting me.
I yearn to speak from the walls of my heart
But when I finally tried, the walls were no longer there.

When I did not know what to say, Jesus stepped up and uttered groanings.
Because he is the atonement to save me in my most stressful moments.
I hold the sword but He is my shield, and he stands beside so I don’t yield.
When I thought I did not have ability he told me I was wonderfully made and skilled.
By his stripes I am healed, Jesus is the seed that survived the thorns inside the field.
Those groanings became a Word, into the ear of God Jesus’ voice became heard.
Because by the time I kept believing breakthrough had already occurred.
I cried out to God and he said that Jesus was a different animal  to be in my nature.
Because he is the lamb that came to be my Lord and Risen Savior.
So with Jesus I would never waver, he is the Living Water that brings life flavor.
And the Word lived inside of my heart until it became the grown truth.
Because Jesus flew up to the above without needing a phone booth.

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.

Brad called Joe in.
Brad said, I saw you kissing my daughter
This isn’t kiss my daughter at work day
Its just work day
Joe replied, YOU can kiss my big naked-
For those who don’t know, its where the sun refuses to shine.

Dragon-Man watched in horror as Vibrate readied her soldiers for war.
Such a force of arms was so formidable Dragon-Man had not seen before.
Suddenly Vibrate sniffed the air and said, I smell the hired gun of Dragon-Power.
Bring him to me alive so I can show him the destruction that is ours.
Dragon-Man prepared to teleport and Dialect grabbed his arm saying, We have to draw them out.
Here come with me, I can set up a perimeter and this is the best route.
They went through the forest, and Dragon-Man was holding his sore arm.
Hoping that Dialect was correct, and that his plan would prevent more harm.
Suddenly Dialect turned and said, Give me your Abyss Sword, it talks to her essence.
We can use it to send Vibrate an unforgivable and unforgettable message.
Dragon-Man stuck the Abyss Sword in the ground, and suddenly they could see through Vibrate’s eyes.
Dragon-Man was shocked at the pure evil coming from Vibrate’s life-force, she wanted only demise.

This is our last stand, Dialect murmured, and Dragon-Man urged, So we should go back to the others.
Dialect nodded and said, We must tell the Covenantial Project because he is Vibrate’s brother.
That thing has a sibling?! Dragon-Man asked in horror, They were a part of the Infinite Order
They were all in charge of the Manifest Blades, which were the Abyss, Templar, and Trifecta Swords.
Tyrus Animus reigned over all as the Chieftain Caesar of the Project Overlord.
The Covenantial Project was supposed to **** Vibrate but he failed so the Abyss Sword rejected him.
The Order broke up, because then the Covenantial Project was unworthy to fight Vibrate then.
Vibrate escaped, and Tyrus Animus told the Covenantial Project there was one way to redeem.
There must be a Federation formed with the Dragon-Power to battle Vibrate’s schemes.
Then the Abyss Sword went down to the Earth and the Dragon-Power examined its contents.
And used the Midas Template to make the Federation Weapons with their last disembodiment.
Dragon-Man was shocked, because this was the origin of the Federation.
But he dare not ask how Vibrate was related to Shark-Devil and Drozen.
Dialect took the Abyss Sword out of the ground and said, You are a part of this Order now.
Because you were not just chosen to be the Alliance Project to take Vibrate’s place, you were endowed.
So kneel before a former Faceless Tongue, and accept your incoming destiny first.
Dragon-Man accepted this sword with gratitude, knowing he would save this universe.

Vibrate angrily shook her head and said, Someone is tampering with my sight in my head.
Whoever is so insolent to use tricks to do this, I want him and his world dead.
Dragon-Man took the Abyss Sword, touched it and got back to Message and the rest.
He stood there gasping, as the Intellic Armor covered his being right through to his chest.
The Abyss Sword also transformed, and had a javelin, blade, and fireweapon capability.
It was just the sort of instrument to play Vibrate’s demise and do it readily.
Where is the Chietain Caesar, Dragon-Man asked, and Message asked, We don’t even know he exists.
But if he does we would badly need him for a fight on a godforsaken rock like this.
The Covenantial Project lowered his head, knowing he failed where Dragon-Man had prevailed.
But as a fellow member of Project Overlord, he had to help Dragon-Man in this tale.
Suddenly Dialect said, I hear something, it is the voice of evil that creeps in the shadows.
Message shouted to the Federation behind her, Brave manpeople, get ready for battle!
The Federation readied its Mechanisms for firing on who would dare invade.
The Covenantial Project and the Alliance Project each stepped forward with their blade.
The Covenantial Project wielded the Doctrinian Scythe that was ready made.
Suddenly Vibrate appeared to him in the midst and said, I was brought here by your bloodthirst.
And The Covenantial Project you cannot beat me, because you are cursed.
The Alliance Project shouted, Come down and fight us, or else hold your peace.
Vibrate walked in front of The Alliance Project and said, I have always wanted to see a Project deceased.
Suddenly her footsoldiers arrived, but they were shot down by the Federation Missiles.
Message looked grim in the face, and when Dialect raised his hand it became a crystal.
She raised the Celestial Blade Saber and Winged Fire-Lance to cut it off, as Dialect let out a cry.
He sank to his knees and Vibrate called out, I told you that who was in my head would have to die.
The Alliance Project switched his Abyss Sword to Javelin Mode, and threw it into Vibrate’s eye.
The crystals on Dialect’s hand broke, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
But the Battle of Paldon was upon them, one that they might not be able to leave.

You’re such a parcel, but not much of a marvel, you lack a price
But that is good because now we have the Oathed Sacrifice.
Such was the words when Dragon-Man stood before his main foe.
He dare not think what types of devices Drent had for pain though.
Dragon-man was taken off the Lynxian Road and it was a horror soon.
I was watching with my cousins one of the last of the Saturday morning cartoons.
My cousins watched for more, I had already seen it all twenty years before.
I was just shocked that they would show Dragon-Man to Generation Y
Dragon-Man looked to me now like one of those ventilation guys.
I could see Dragon-Man smiling, and I knew exactly what that smile meant.
Because he needed the Composi crossbow, and he could only get it from vile Drent.
The arrows were like missiles that sought out and broke down the body.
It was the type of weapon so strong, it was almost ungodly.

The Abyss-Sword, tell me what does it feel like to be killed by your own weapon.
Dragon-Man replied with a smirk, I don’t know you tell me, and got to steppin.
He reached for the Composi crossbow, but it was snatched away by a Brackti Guard.
**** him with the full arsenal we have, and make sure his death is especially hard.
It is amazing that Dragon-Man could withstand such an onslaught.
He cannot stand up against it for long, with such brawn brought.
Some of the firepower gets close, Dragon-Man might not survive for long.
What manner of man can withstand such a powerful throng?
Suddenly, there is a noise, and all of the Brackti Guard fall dead.
Drent you might have to sacrifice yourself, said a voice that they all dread.
Beside all of them were gleaming bullets, which had a hole in them but were filled with lead.


It was the Lady of the Night, who came in with the Nike sling.
This weaponry was fierce and devoured enemies and their everything.
It also  made a hellish noise when it fired Byzantine bullets, nothing could stand in its path.
Drent suddenly disappeared because with the both of them, his death would be the aftermath.
You forgot your cross-bow, she said as she gave it to him with a smile.
What took you so long, Dragon-Man asked, I was waiting all this while.
You forget it takes long to reach you when you put yourself in trouble.
At least be happy I turned the Brackti Guard into pebbles of rubble.
Dragon-Man looked at the Composti cross-bow and this was good weaponry.
If he saw Drent it would be the last time Drent ever stepped to he.
Let’s go, I got the Paroah chariot, there is no time to waste here.
Drent probably went back to regroup inside of his lair.
Dragon-Man climbed inside the chariot and said “I will drive.
The Lady of the Night replied, I got it, because I want to survive.
They drove the chariot away, and Dragon-Man got back to his place
Little did he know that waiting for him was a criminal court case.

Mary went to Elizabeth.
Elizabeth said that she was blessed.
And Mary began to give praise to God above.
Because the blessing of God sparks praise
In all of us.
Mary said that this was God’s promise to her forefathers.
Made in the house of fleshly man.
Which contained God in all his authority.
So all she could do was give thanks to God.

Zachariah was asked
By the people who were around him
What is the name of your child
Who was just born?
But he could not speak.
How could a man name his child
The most sacred of duties
With no tongue.
He would have to write it down.
And Zachariah did.
He wrote- His name is John.
And instantly his tongue was loosened from the ******* of silence.
Zachariah could speak again.
He praised God.
This child.
And the child of Mary
Would go on to do ministry together.

The angels in heaven.
Told God, It is our turn.
The father of the prophet has praised.
The mother of the Son of Man has praised too.
Even the prophet worships your holy name
From the comfort of the belly-sanctuary
He can conceive of your glory
And he is not yet conceived.
Let us praise in all our elegance.
Because you are the great and dreadful God.
Keeping the covenant because you love us.
God told them to proceed.
And they came down to Earth
The first mass choir.
An angelic host too numerous to be counted.
And only God knew all of their names.
They said Glory to God
Because favor had come from heaven to earth.
And when the angels went back to heaven.
We continued their praise to God above.
On Christmas and forevermore.

The Love is blind, it needs the sight of dogs to move.
The dog is me, I can release my love to see.
I know I have a choice, I see I have a use.
You say I’m untrained for the house, I say I’m me.

They rush to find another dog, but I wag my tail.
I’m sure I’m their only option, so I wait.
I grin and say that this dog is for sale.
And that I’m sure to fit my owner great

Me and her go off into life, against the drive.
I play the game of catch with her, she is the catch.
Go down on fours, ask her become my wife.
Because this dog knows when he’s found his match.

We find a house so good for both of us to live.
I’m grateful that she gave this dog a place to give.

I was so bad at jumping
I could not even jump to conclusions
So it was bad from the jump
Reaching eluded me
I could not reach a decision.
Let alone reach for the stars
But I sure could bite
My bite was worse than my bark
Too bad I only bite my tongue.
They told me love is blind.
I said it had eyes in the back of its head
Then they asked, What did anything you say before,
Have to do with love?
I replied, Love is what makes us jump out of bed.
And also, I said with a wink, love is what makes us jump into bed.
They murmured, Okay.

Message whispered to Dragon-Man, The Battle of Paldon has begun.
And we will not leave this field until we are carried off dead or we won.
Dragon-Man nodded grimly and fitted the Altroid greaves on his legs and arms.
Then put the Galvatar scabbard to his waist, it promised to protect from harm.
Vibrate called out, Your toy armor will not save from my devices, I will end you.
Your little lover who is by your side will watch you die and then she will get it too.
Message pursed her lips in anger, and suddenly ran out and screamed, Vibrate is mine!
Dragon-Man called out, No that is not the plan, and then he shouted, Leave no one behind!
Vibrate tried to get the very ground under them to swallow them in a delicious feast.
But something happened such that the ground did not respond, and Vibrate cursed.

A large being with arms and weapons attached came from the back and starting to shoot
Who is that, Dragon-Man asked, and Dialect said, That is Gartillery, the Master ****** Recruit.
The Covenantial Project moved forward and said, Dragon-Man, cover me on this attack.
And make sure to bury my body by the stars I failed to protect, if I do not come back.
Dragon-Man converted the Abyss Sword to Fireweapon Mode, and kept up fire.
But none of them could pierce Gartillery’s hide, so the situation looked dire.
Vibrate called out, Gartillery, stop messing with Projects and come to **** a ruler.
This is why I brought you into this game as a first person shooter.
Gartillery turned around and with his Eclipse visor fired at Message’s chest-ment.
Message was hit and then thrown down, she struggled to get up from that hit.
Gartillery then marched across the field to where Message was and put his foot on her back.
Message could not get up and she was cursing as she tried to press her watch for the attack.
Suddenly the Eclipse Visor fell off, as The Covenantial Project has used his Scythe to swipe.
Vibrate taunted, Project, I did not know that you were the near-sighted type!
Dragon-Man then leapt up and converted his Abyss Sword to Sword mode.

He joined the Covenantial Project with swords drawn, as Gartillery turned around.
Gartilllery **** them all, Vibrate shouted as he pointed all of the weapons of his body down below.
He was about to fire when Dragon-Man turned his Abyss Sword into javelin mode to throw.
Dragon-Man timed it so that as Gartillery was about to fire, the Abyss Sword entered the barrel.
It ignited the ammunition and blew Gartillery up, spraying them down below with Gartillery’s apparel.
Dragon-Man and The Covenantial Project fought on, while Message carried on despite her wounds.
But it became evident that if the Federation did not retreat, then they would all be doomed.
The Hydration Hookdowns could not attach properly, and they would run out of water.
The Alliance Project made the decision to retreat and evacuate the planet to Earth’s borders.

Vibrate can have this barren lifeless rock, but we must live to fight another day.
Message protested saying that there has to be another and better way.
The only other option is for all of us to die, and then Vibrate will **** off Earth.
The Alliance Project said to Message, and such a sacrifice is of useless worth.
Message shook her head but she went on the Isotrain Mechanism, she was part of the rear guard.
While The Covenantial Project and The Alliance Project guided the people to safety through the hard.
Some people refused to leave, saying that Vibrate would treat them well and they did not hate her.
The Alliance Project left them shaking his head, but had a tear because he knew Vibrate’s nature.
Finally everyone was on the ships, and the Federation took off to get on the home planet rest.
Vibrate stood on Schimita and declared victory, and that her forces would attack Earth next.
In the Elysian Fields a man is muttering that Troy must be destroyed because the mission is not done.
In front of men who are confused because they are dead and besides, they thought that they won.

Mary carried a son, the Godhead in one, and perfection embodied in flesh form.
The God with us was built into her belly, and there was no recall but he’s stress born.
Some assembly was required but it just had to be, this was the Messiah.
Jesus came to the Earth with no flyer, to wash man’s ***** laundry with no dryer.
No hamper because nothing possible could hamper his anointing.
His blood was wound for our sins, and his grace gave us God’s appointment.
God looked at Jesus coming up out of the waters and said that I’ll honor that
Judas betrayed him for coins like the ones you use at the laundromat.
He got pieces but no peace because he betrayed the Prince of Peace.
Jesus said I must decrease and told Peter to stand down and put down his piece.
The package of Mary’s pregnancy placed to purchase to pay for this prize.
To save from the demise of Satan’s lies, Jesus is a star and this was a great enterprise.
Mankind held Jesus close but God warned that our hands will break this action figure.
His passion’s bigger, because when Jesus broke bread he had an old-fashioned dinner
The day after was grim, soldiers pierced his side, and there was to be found no smiles.
The soldiers posted up Jesus on the cross as his status and he became a profile.
They tried to block him, but Jesus walked out the tomb just like the texts said.
So God could slide into our DMs for us to communicate as best friends.

These hands.
Just look at these hands.
May the above bless the work of these hands
Who sift and toil so much through the dirt.
That the dirt becomes a haven for the living.
The dirt was there before we were.
Some say we came from the dirt.
Others whisper we will go back to the dirt.
And we were taught to fear this dirt.
Because we escaped it.
When we don’t want it to be the indicator of final rest.
But now we know the dirt adds a missing component.
Called work which builds us.
So when we kneel down to gather this ground.
The work of these hands is put inside so that we multiply.
So our work becomes their work becomes your work.
And it all started because of one, toiling hand.
I don't think I have to ask the above to bless
Because we are already blessed.

Message drew out her Celestial Blade Saber and prepared for The Conflict.
But she felt the energy of Nihilist, and knew she was the strongest warrior she tangled with.
Message spoke to The Alliance Project and said, I’ve never encountered a woman who has basically goddess power.
The Alliance Project said on the watch, Stand down and we’ll get you out of there, this fight isn’t yours.
Nihilist, Tell that loved one of yours good-bye, because this is now your end and doom.
The Alliance Project turned on the Isotrain Mechanism and said, We must rescue Message soon.
Breastplate-Bearer ram their ship, and the Projects will go in and help Message fight.
Message is too good a warrior to lose to this type of power, because we have The Insight.
Message knew that her best chances were at long-range, because up close she would have died.
She touched her Celestial Blade Saber all the way up to the end, to fuel the Acidier flames inside.
She then pulled a button on the handle of the Saber, and fired it as Nihilist charged.
Nihilist kept coming as each missile from the Blade Saber hit its mark.
Nihilist grabbed Message by the waist with her hands and held her up, all the time mocking.
She shouted, No enemy can see me and live, and Message taunted, The Federation is coming, keep talking.
Nihilist pushed on both of Message’s sides, and Message felt her hips and ribs go out of alignment.
She started to black out and wondered if it was wise to get this assignment.
Suddenly Message had an idea, and put the Celestial Blade Saber through’ Nihilist’s foot to the ground.
And used the Death-Touch to **** Nihilist’s leg, so it was lifeless, and Nihilist roared with a raging sound.
Nihilists tried to pull the Blade Saber out but it would not come out, it was attracted to the Death Touch.
Message knew that she did not have time so she had to go to the cockpit because she was in a rush.

She ran to the cockpit, and she saw activity all around the ship as they prepared for the fight.
But Message remembered that on spacecraft like this, the cockpit was to the right.
She entered the cockpit, and used the Death-Touch on both of the pilots.
Message then told The Alliance Project, I will join the Isotrain Mechanism by flying into it.
The Alliance Project responded incredulously, You will crash our ship? Message giggled, You was going to do it first.
She started to fly Vibrate’s spacecraft into the Isotrain Mechanism, but made sure to crash into its side.
That way the Projects could get out and fight, and no one on the Mechanism could have died.
The Celestial Blade Saber suddenly snapped into Message’s hand, and she thought Nihilist is free.
And with all that pent-up energy and anger, she is surely coming after me.
The Covenantial Project said, We are on Vibrate’s ship, and are headed to link up with you.
Suddenly Nihilist burst in and said, Tell me, what would it feel like to see your insides on the outside too.
Message wrestled with Nihilist, and although Nihilist was stronger, Message was skilled in hand combating.
Soon Message was on the floor with Nihilist’s foot on her chest, and Message wondered if this was the end.
Nihilist said, You will die by the blade you used so badly, and pulled out a blade to strike her neck
She ****** down but the blade was stopped short, by the Excalibur of the Templarist Project.

Arthur pushed Nihilist off of Message and they soon began to fight with respective blades anew.
Message was so engrossed with Arthur’s blade skill she forgot she had a mission to do.
Meanwhile the Covenantial Project and the Alliance Project were fighting Achilles, and doing well.
So well that Vibrate was aggravated, and she was holding a scepter and muttering about hell.
Message knew that that scepter was the key to something and she resolved to steal.
So she put the Concealment Garment on a Netherbeast, and turned him into Message to be killed.
Message then kicked him to Vibrate, who utterly disposed of this Netherbeast in disguise.
But as Vibrate was doing so, she momentarily turned her eyes.

Message snatched the scepter out of her moving hands, and suddenly she heard a voice.
It was the words of her father the Legate, who said, You were my one and only choice.
To hold the Dahomeyian Rulership and lead the Federation to victory,
This power is now yours, and you wield the Dahomeyian Kingfather Scepter.
Vibrate knew with horror that the scepter was out of her hands.
And was now in the reach of someone who was purposed to command.
Message said to Vibrate, This is your end, you will die here on this ship.
Your reign of terror across the universe is over, because of what I grip.
Message and Vibrate charged, and soon much blood was shed.
But Vibrate saw to her horror that all of it was hers, and that she had bled.
Suddenly Message pushed the Kingfather Scepter into Vibrate’s chest.
Her chest collapsed into her backbone, and she fell dead and lifeless.
Achilles looked up and said, Mother! as he sank to one knee in respect.
The Alliance Project said grimly, You’ll join her, and he put the Abyss Sword between shoulder and neck.
The Alliance Project then held up Achilles and screamed, This **** was made by this face!
This was the weak spot of anyone, The Alliance Project pushed Achilles off the ship into space.
Message took the Kingfather Scepter and roared, Where is Nihilist, I have unfinished business.
A Netherbeast was speaking to Nihilist from afar and said, It is better to retreat than die in this.
Nihilist went into a Beacon Pod that detached from the cockpit, after warding off Arthur’s blow.
She could not believe that someone so righteous could be so strong, so she knew she had to go.
Nihilist said, I will take the place of Vibrate, and Achilles only wanted to conquer a kingdom not there.
Then all will know the name of Nihilist, and when people hear it, they will tremble with The Fear!

I looked outside to the grass
And my heart was delighted.
I said inside Free at last
Because the snow was invited.

I knew it was that appointed time.
For the snow to fall from the sky.
To coat the earth with white grime.
So it could be said, The snowfall viewed I.

But now was the time to shovel.
And I was hoping people would come.
But now I was going to be in trouble.
The shoveling would be done by one.

I took the shovel and went outside.
Lifting the shovel was like weights.
The snow had no where to hide.
But putting it on the grass went great.

Because it is the snow that makes the grass grow.
So the white grime this season is a must.
Believe me when I say this is divine snow.
Because Mount Olympus has fallen on us.

The pool I want to be in
Is my own gene pool.
Swimming with my ancestors
Who were kings in a distant land.
Don’t touch that, it is the gene pool.
But there was disease.
There was contamination in the gene pool
My ancestors had to escape
Be further away from the king
But closer to living.
They were traders,
They were pharmacist.
Correction
They were people who dealt with pills without licenses.
But soon the royalty, wanted them back.
So they became chiefs.
Maybe one day my grandfather’s lineage will become king
And enter the house my grandfathers were forced to escape as a boy.

It was the Christmas party.
And everyone was gathered around.
It was time to open the presents.
I was glad I did my job.
Sort of.
See I had gotten someone
The same gift my friend had given me.
Some years back.
And rewrapped it.
I was hoping no one would notice.
And think my gift was generous
When it was basically the gift version of leftovers.

I held my breath.
My co-worker opened the present.
And stared at it in puzzlement.
She said
This person got me… an Ipod classic?
They don’t make those anymore
But it would have to do.
I thought Keep on with the Christmas spirit!
Suddenly she looked kind of mad
Oh no.
She cried out
It still has movies and music on it!
Who would do such a thing!
Well, I would.
Do you know how hard it is to find a box to fit an Ipod Classic?
I had to rummage through my attic.
It was so cold and cramped and dark up there.
Kudos to me for finding the box.
But I had to keep calm.
The gift-giving at the Christmas party was anonymous
So she would never know it was me.
But if I tried to slip out.
Everyone would know the truth.
I was the worst kind of Christmas giver
A regifter
So I just watched to see what would happen.
I Thought it could not get any worse
Boy was I wrong.

She started to read the movies and music on it.
Horrible Bosses, Avengers, X-Men, Star Trek.
Why do you have to put me on blast like that.
I just hoped that she wouldn’t scroll……
Oh no the pictures
I had selfies on it.
I’m doomed.
At least I had a good life.
But she put the IPod back in her purse.
And said that she would clear it
And use it as a backup for her digital media.
I’m safe for now.
I just should not be surprised.
If I get an angry call in the middle of the night soon
I know why.

My dreams are an album
That play so sweet and true
The only problem is I have to put them
Through Life
And life is television
That does not take CD’s
Because it has its own programming
And shows with music.

So when I listen to that melody
I find that it is better than my dreams.
But I keep the album anyway
Just in case I find a CD player
That could hold all of my dreams anyway.
Because someone said I have to choose
Between the album of my dreams
And the programming that plays music
I told them
It’s not a choice
Because the dreams I have
Is on a album that is out-of print
So you don’t see vision like that anymore.
So I will keep both.
Because each has its time.

My eyes beheld your beauty made for gods
I call it all gorgeously great to see
On sacred earth you walk, your foot so shod.
By the divine you move sunshine to me

Your eyes are performance, a figure greatly grand
You’re ravishing to me, your whole width and all length.
Such cute I can’t attempt to understand
I look and see nothing but a joy and strength

I will to speak my thanks at so much grace.
It’s an honor to view you stand, I’m glad I’m here
I look into your eyes, your lips, and your face
To speak to you I feel a bit of fear

So come with me, and I will give you great talk.
You’re a great queen, and I got the king’s walk.
©

I look at my eyes and they have bags.
They are ready to travel on tour
My eye is also puffy
Like Sean Combs is its real name.
My eye is big.
Like Chris Wallace was when he was alive.
Its starting to be pink
And wanting to collaborate with Eminem.
That must be why I had to see the doctor
I said that I need a doctor
Like Dr. Dre.
I said I'm not afraid because that's the way I am

I was smiling on the outside, but it was all a façade.
Because my eyes were too nearsighted to see the face of God.
Someone passed me His contact, and I feared they would hurt my view.
But when I put Him in, I saw the full wonder of Jesus in you.
The way you served God was amazing, it was your haven.
I was inspired to do work for God with you, so you would not be heavy-laden.
You challenged me to be a better man of God, until there was more God than man in me.
I saw that we could create wonders together and I saw you as family.
You said that I had an anointing, I thought it was just a mere gift.
Now I could view the face of God in all his features, you were my chair lift.
We have a stronger relationship with the Lord above, to serve him in love.
It was like the time Christ came out of that water and the Holy Spirit came as a dove.
I am now smiling on the inside, because the Holy Spirit is my grin.
And now I feel the way Christ does when he gets ready for his Bride, because of my wedding.

When I was in another land
As a boy of a decade in age.
In another decade
My family brought fish for me.
I even named them names
Based off of my favorite tv shows.
This one is Jason, this one is Arthur.
Every day when I would look at them
They would be swimming
Happy fish
And I was glad to see them

But one day I saw them
They were not swimming
They were not happy
And I was not happy
Because these fish looked still.
I wondered what was going on.
I asked my uncle what happened.
He told me that they were sleeping
And in order for them to be awakened
They would have to be flushed down the toilet
Because they would only wake up if they were seen by their mother
Who was in the sea
And the toilet was the quickest way to get to them
I told him that I would miss them
And that I was not a mother but I could be a father
But if that is how they would wake up.
Then I would flush them.

So I scooped them out of the fish tank
Very carefully.
I did not want the mom to be mad at me.
She would think I was mistreating her children
Then I laid them in the toilet
And flushed.
Goodbye Jason.
Goodbye Cyclops
Goodbye Storm
I hoped the mother was as happy to see them
As I was happy to have them.

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.

My hands are pregnant with poetry.
Words and phrases formed in its belly.
And now it is time.
The due date was a month ago.
It is an act of labor.
I kept trying.
And I had to open myself.
To people who I did not know.
Then the poetry was finally pulled out.
And a doctor slapped me.
Not with a ticket
Those are police you are thinking about
And not on my back side.
But we slapped hands
Together in unity
Because he said he finally got
Why I wrote poetry
Because at first it was inside of me.
And now what I had
Is the world’s to enjoy.

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.

My name is nobody
My name is somebody
My name is everybody.

Who is awesome.
Well, everybody is awesome.
But I’m somebody, and I don’t think I have all the awesome.
And I’m nobody, and I think that awesome escapes me.

Who can do it?
Everybody could not do it.
And we can’t accept that nobody could do it
Because that would be an excuse.
So we will call on somebody.
Well, I am somebody.

But now they are asking
Whose fault this is?
It cannot be everybody’s fault.
Even though I scream I am everybody.
It has to be somebody’s fault.
I whisper I am somebody.
Maybe
Just Maybe
What happened was nobody’s fault.
And I smile
Because I have been telling you all this time
I am nobody.

My poetry is the middle name that is not found in the baby book.
Because it was first the item that was not in the wedding registry.
But people were mad.
They did not have children
They did not participate in the wedding.
Because they were not invited.
No surprise.
These people said you cannot bring a present that is not in the registry.
I said I was not bringing a present, but the present.
I said I was not coming to open wines in open bars, but I would give them my open whines.that open barred.
I was not going to a reception, but I hoped my poetry would get a good reception.
But they told me I was under arrest for disturbing the peace so throw up my hands
They said to swallow my pride, so throw up my hands.
They walked around me and said they would fight me, so throw up my hands
That’s three times they wanted me to raise my fists.
And I only have two fists.

I told them
My poetry is still given to people
Both in books and in registries
It is still a part of a celebration
Of a greater human language.
Because although it is not part of a baby book
Or a wedding registry
It has a birth certificate.
Called Poetry.
It has a drivers license
Called Poetry.
You are so concerned with the beginning
That you forget this poetry still has to live
After Happily Ever After.
After I do.
Comes We are.
I thought about the future
You just thought about a name that my poetry could not pronounce.
And that people would not remember
So when my poetry brings the drive and you are just staring.
Just remember there will be a time when you don’t even have to say his name.

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.

I love the way she grins lopsided at me.
The way her uneven grin looks is so appealing.
Her mouth moves up and down like roadwork
Her eyes twinkle at me, one green and one brown.
Her hair is parted to one side, and move to the other as if to say yes.
Her kindness is like mercy to mankind.
Her hands hold mine, and I feel like I’m a man in paradise.
I’m the luckiest man alive.
She stands up and I see her in all her beauty.
You could not name this beauty
I just have to be in awe of it.
Mystique walks with every step of her intentions.
Suddenly she opens her mouth to say
You should really decide between the tacos and the pizza honey I’m hungry.
©

The Alliance Project was silent as he thought of what Drent said. He then got up and shut off the computer, telling Drent, “Let’s think of happier things for now, when is my palace going to be completed?” “ You mean Message’s palace, she holds the Dahomeyian Rulership after all, laughed Drent.” The Alliance Project laughed as he said, “Okay, our palace, is that better?” Drent looked at the structure and said “It should be 4 months, and it would be like the White House.” The Alliance Project looked up and saw the sun that used to be Schmitan but was now the star that presided over Dahomeyia. He sighed and said, almost to himself, “At least I would have an open roof for the summer.” Drent patted him on the back and said, “That’s the way to think.”
Message looked at the Peacemonger for Strengthened Weapons with a harsh eye. The Peacemonger had known wars all over the galaxy, but never had he met a glaze that the one that came from his commander. Message slammed the Kingfather Scepter on the table and said, “Is there any threat you want to tell me about?!” The Peacemonger’s words came out half-apologizing, half-timid, “Well, there is something, but…but.. we always thought it was a myth.”Message pointed the Kingfather Scepter at the Peacemonger’s chest and said, “Tell me what IT is or you will go to meet IT in hell.” The Peacemonger started sweating profusely and said, “It lives under the sea of certain planets, and feeds off of lifeblood and courage. We did not think it was on this planet but we must have been wrong. That is all I know!” Message pointed the Kingfather Scepter away from him as the Peacemonger nervously sat down. He had heard of her father the Legate but even the Legate did not seem as violent as Message. His  new commander seemed….unstable. But he dare not say that out loud or in the presence of mixed company.
Message pulled out a map and said, “ We have to attack IT where he lives and destroy him. Any remnant remaining can multiply in the sea and continue to haunt our world.”  The Peacemonger stammered, “ Well, but…but… we don’t even know where IT is? And I heard when you say IT’s true name, your…I mean our planet starts to die. How can we fight an enemy that is everywhere and nowhere at the same time?” Message looked grimly as she started speaking to herself. She laughed and the Peacemonger thought, “Our ruler is not only unstable, she is insane.” Message then stood up and said, “Ready a submarine powered by the Supernovan force and equip it with Lifeforce-Seeking Missiles. The Federation has its first mission under me as Dahomeyian Rulership. This foolishness will destroy Dahomeyia over my dead body.”
“Yes your Majesty” The Peacemonger said as he walked out the room, his steps closer to a run.
Message pulled up the screen to talk to the Dragon Power about this new threat. The Dragon Power spoke and Venil  of the Dragon-Power said, “ We cannot say his name either, because the destruction that occurred before time warped our tongues so we cannot say its syllables. But it is a powerful deviance from the good, and has the power to destroy planets. We will send the two Projects to assist you, as well as the rest of the Federation.”
Message then pushed a button, and Arthur came into focus. He looked slightly confused as he was telling a cashier, “ No I want a chainmail shirt, not a chain store's male shirt!” She laughed as she said to herself, "They don’t make them  anymore, just like they don’t make you anymore. "Arthur walked into the dressing room and said, “ This is Arthur. Is everything fine, my Dahomeyian Rulership.”
Message nodded and told Arthur,
“Make sure to bring Excalibur, and I hope he is waterproof.”

It wasn’t my choice to come
I wish I had better things to do.
But I did not want to leave.
You almost lead me to the altar.
I asked where is the sacrifice.
I should have asked who are we sacrificing to
I did not see the knife held behind your back
That was about to be plunged into my back.
All I saw was a type of smile
That seemed out of place.
I just turned
And saw a quick motion
I thought it was a helping hand.
But it was more sinister than that.

At first, all I felt is pain
That I could not remove
That I could not reach
That I felt, I could not endure.
You were gone.
Made one excuse or another
That I had stopped believing long before this day.
You were gone
And left me alone
Not even on the altar
Just alone.
You had wanted me to come with you
As you were leaving
But no one is that beautiful.
And at the end, you thought everyone was more worthy.
All you left me was this open wound.
This wound, that was not yet behind me.
But you were gone
And as I freed the knife behind my back
I also felt free
Because you were gone.

There is no other crown in this throne
No attack of the clones
Because I stand back here alone.
This poetry is a stepping stone.
One rock in the building
There is no block in the ceiling
No clock if you awaiting healing
Because a king without jewels for his head.
Is nothing but a tool who is dead.
And to be a thing who is ruler over the unsaid.

It must feel like the loneliest being yet.
But I can handle life without breaking a sweat.
A vet, whose peeves are just pet.
I am all set to believe life without regrets.
I just would not want to get that in a tattoo.
You say bless you when I speak at you.
Excuse me because I might need a napkin.
Because this poetry is so ill that I don't know what happened.

You cannot have the throne without a lineage of royals
Just like you can’t have water over the bridge to toil.
It would be leaving the best in the fridge to spoil
People still try to get under this to rant and rave and troll.
But they don’t know that I’m one of the bravest soul
I may be on the ropes but its just suspension.
So when I get off there is no more tension.
And all these rumors have no foundation so there is no mention.
I take the crown and I don’t know where to put it.
Because the crown is too small and doesn’t fit.

If this white tree could only stand and talk.
It would say, I’d be dancing right now if I could walk.
I fought in America’s Independence, and was a tree for snipers
They would sit on me and use me as a platform for aimed fire.
One shot down a general, the other shot at British horsemen
But weren’t those two different battles, The tree replied It’s not Important.
They took parts of me to make the Executive Mansion.
The White House, I said, It replied Son houses cannot be handsome.
They then hit me in the side and made the presidential desk.
I buried my head in my hands because this story sounded a mess.
But the tree continued because in its mind, it was always there.
The one thing that always struck me as always unfair.
I received no mention, garnered no monies for pension.
Even though I deserved to be well-paid for all this tension.
Hey wait a minute, I protested, the White House is further south.
The tree roared, It is the Executive Mansion I tell you to watch your mouth.
Put more respect on the place where our president will reside
Of all the trees that gave themselves, I am the only one that undied.
I yelled, I’m pretty sure that undied is not a word, anymore than Executive Mansion is.
The tree then shed a tear and said, of all the places I know it has the most unprettylessness
I groaned and I wondered how a tree could be so obsessed with a home.
Then I realize that the tree was out here all abandoned and alone.
So I asked, How were you able to make the table that could seat 150 people.
I swear that as the tree talked about triumph it could not have looked more regal.

This land’s gallant slain
Gave their lives in all our wars.
We live as they died.

Soldiers from this land.
They came from America
To sacrifice all.

One of them would sing
Old Macdonald had a farm.
He memorized names.

No one could have guessed
That soldiers names could be set
To a melody.

They thought he was dumb.
So they let him walk around
As a  prisoner.

He came back and sang
Government names of war captured.
They said please slow down.

He said I can't stop.
The names I studied with songs
I cannot forget.

These men were rescued
To Old Macdonald had a farm.
Now he has men too.

A song I learned when I was a youth
Helped to tell a very potent truth.
I never heard of this way before
That a song would release prisoners of war.

The Isotrain Mechanism arrived at the Arurian Tower, and Message said, One of them isn’t us.
Dragon-Man replied, I can use my disembodiment power to interrogate them to reveal their true trust.
Dragon-Man went up the steps to confront one of the Dragon-Power’s deceit.
They were hanging upside down sleeping to recharge by their elongated feet.
Dragon-Man pressed a button on his watch, and suddenly he was in their presence.
Dragon-Man!, said Etil, what are you doing here you should have more reverence.
One of you was working for Drozen, but I am here to tell you that he is dead.
The Dragon-Power had all stone faces and Dragon-Man wondered what was said.
All of them one by one denied it, and Dragon-Man knew he would have to use attorney skill.
Go beyond cross-examination to reveal the Dragon-Power who wanted all of the Federation to ****.
Shouldn’t you leave, Ketil said, you only have a few more hours before your body is consumed.
I will not take much longer, because this is a matter that has to be resolved so we can resume.

Dragon-Power cried out, I will stay so that the Federation may know that my death was not in vain.
No! cried out all of the Dragon-Power except Etil, who sarcastically responded At least they knew your name.
It is Etil! The Dragon-Power replied, as Dragon-Man walked to where Etil was sitting fidgety.
I remove you from the Dragon-Power, Dragon-Man said, as he swung the Abyss Sword at he.
Dragon-Man took Etil’s head off of his shoulders, and tossed it to the dirt below.

He pressed his watch and said Matter resolved, and Message shook her head and said No.
What’s wrong, Dragon-man asked, and Lady of the Night said, Your court case and Shark-Devil.
He will try to ruin your life and your superhero identity to attack you at every level.
Dragon-Man stood tall and said, My credentials are impeccable, so I will not be disbarred.
You are talking to a man who had to fight his way out of the womb, and then was further scarred.
I was born into the prison, my mother went into labor before they could take her to the hospital.
Her arrest was under Shark-Devil’s watch as police commissioner, so anything is possible.
They took me from her when I was young, and when I grew up I discovered she died in jail.
No one believed her urgent cries and even fewer were willing to man up and pay bail.
All because she could not afford a lawyer or money because of her charge of stealing a ring.
So I am ready for any obstacle or charges that Shark-Devil fiend may bring.
Looking out with binoculars at the Arurian Tower, was Officer Jones Thon with Shark-Devil who slept.
He was happy as can be, because now he knew where the Isotrain Mechanism was kept.
What a pretty little speech, Officer Thon said, Shark-Devil snorted, Lawyers don’t give speeches
He will have to find another hobby of his, after the Arurian Tower is breached.

She said I don’t know what to do
I don’t think I can make it.
Maybe I should just give up
I told her
On this day is the beginning of the end.
We who inhabit this consecrated place at the rising of the sun
Are a remnant, a brave remnant, for a fate we never chose
Although we are chosen
So we can enter a profession to always serve.

We remnant, this only remnant, we must persevere
Because we who go to the throne-room of seats for this exam
Seating King Arthur never beheld by rounded tables in all his days of chivalry
Shall all be brethren, whose collective tears shall make triumphant waters.
One day we dare to dream to sign our names
With new tears in our eyes
With new smiles on our lips
That the passage of time and test could not scrape off.
The joy in all is everlasting
If we cannot speak others will utter pronouncements on our behalf
And esquire is now our last name
Because strength was our first prerogative

Those who whispered forsaken words behind our faces
Will now not look us in our eye
Because then they will see themselves.
And consider themselves lacking.
Because what they said we could not do.
Happened on this day of our reckoning
Admittance day

When we wake again
Our profession will deem us welcomed.
On this last requirement. an action so lowly as a signature
Grasped by fingers shaky but not shaken.
That scribble is blessed
Because we would have toiled this examination season.
And at the end we cannot  be considered wanting
But wanted.
She wiped a tear from her eye and said, Thanks I needed to hear that.
Then we got to work.

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.

I was praying one night.
And I said,
God of my fathers
God of Michael Kusi
Please grant me a woman to be by my side
To do kingdom work with me
And to build a dynasty together.
I waited
For several months.
And I wondered if my prayers were delayed
Or if it was just not the right time.
I prayed again
O God what about my prayer?
I heard God say
Right now there is a woman who has uttered that same prayer
And I have gone to prepare a place
Where two are gathered together
There am I in the midst.
Adam had to be in my rest
In the position I had made for him.
Before he met Eve
I told your special someone
I swore by myself
Because there is no higher power by which to make covenant
Like in the Book of Daniel
Your Michael is coming.

One day
When I will know nothing but ground
And cross over to the great beyond
Becoming a name on a genealogy
The roots of my family tree
Poetry will select this page
And so many other pages
And sigh
And look around
She will say
To her grandfather, Clause
To her grandmother, Great
To her father, Time
And to her mother, Earth
I knew this man
He was my first love

I tried to call on inspiration
But it was a ****-dial.
It turns out I had it saved.
So when I tried to reach back
They said to leave a message.
I told them I wrote it
And it was my poetry
I called on motivation this time
It said that I would have to explore some options
And they said I would have to put you on hold
I sighed but I did not want to leave.
Because I have important words to say.
I heard a voice at the other end
I thought now is the time to speak
But that voice was poetry
It already spoke for me.

A child was born
In May Irish Bred.
He was the second.

He became so sick.
His father vowed to give wealth
To the church coffers.

He impressed nurses
With his young sense of humor.
They loved this young boy.

But the oldest son.
This father had dreams of him
To be President.

But these dreams were dashed.
There’s a tragic accident
His plane just blew up.

The father turns to John
Says that you are next in line.
His father wants him.

He has gifts of gab.
People seem to really like him,
He has charisma.

He ran for office.
Never lost an election.
Became president.

Through the ups and downs.
He was always engaging
He had his great wit.

His father’s dream realized.
This boy became president.
He was the youngest.

Through crisis and toil.
He spoke to this great nation.
Told them to ask not.

He spoke without notes.
Told them that Martin had dreams.
People need freedom.

Everything looked good.
Folks loved his ability.
Then it became time.

Until November
He campaigned down in Texas.
Winning was urgent.

On that fateful day.
He was riding with the top down.
Someone aimed a shot.

He was hit badly.
They took him to the doctors.
They pronounced him dead.

An eternal flame.
Presides over his resting place.
Tells us he was great.

John F Kennedy
We will still remember him.
As a great leader.

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!

Tony the Tiger can have his box.
Full of sugar.
I have my own sugar.
Take that, Tony.
Or should I say, Phony the Tiger
Garfield go in a corner and eat your lasagna.
I have a cane.
No I'm not crippled.
There is nothing wrong with my leg.
How dare you say that.
I have a candy cane!
Not to eat with.
No, no.
My plan is much grander than that.

I will use it as a weapon.
See how its so sharp and pointy.
Those who think it is not so sharp and pointy.
Better keep their opinions to themselves.
In other words, keep your mouth shut.
Bow in the presence of the cane.
The great cane.
Held by the great soldier.
Bow in the presence of a being greater than yourself.
Me, **** in Boots.

It goes with my outfit.
Dressed to **** never became more realer.
Than in my case.
Its Christmas Time.
Time for sleighing.
Or slaying, as I would put it.
My cane is worse than my claws.
Santa better go to Pennsylvania to get all the coal
Because he’s going to need it when I’m done.

God gathered all of the hosts of heaven.
And asked, Who is ready to redeem my people?
Michael spoke up quickly and said, Not I.
I am a commander, not a redeemer
Besides, when I confronted Satan over Moses’ body.
I said, the Lord rebuke you.
Whoever is Lord is worthy to redeem your people.
God turned to Gabriel
And Gabriel also turned away and said, Not I.
I am a messenger.
I will bring good news of the coming of the Lord.
God turned to John the Baptist
And John the Baptist turned away and said, Not I
The one who is Faithful and True I am not worthy
To even untie his sandals
Must less take his place.
Somewhere in the background an apostle is weeping
Because he does not know where salvation is coming.
Suddenly God stirs.
And out of God comes Salvation, Glory and Honor.
Everyone rejoices
Because the Lord Jesus was the one who saw Satan fall from heaven.
At Michael’s hand.
The Lord Jesus was the one who came in anticipation of Gabriel.
And the Lord Jesus was the one who is the Prince of Peace.
And the Commander in Chief of the Lord’s Army.
He is worthy to take the scroll and open it.
The apostle rejoiced.
Because redemption has come.