the Creator horrified His creations giving themselves over to self and devils. #monoverse

parents horrified watching children given to the mouth of Moloch. #monoverse

the great automotive beasts coming to a standstill along the paved tundra. #monoverse

within the frustration that golden pocket of silence...peace. #monoverse

ashen lips utter early chants with quick feet I meet morning. #oneline

unsatisfied with recycled dreams-cut down trees build new visions. #oneline

1st of october howling toward a deaf ear. gritty sorrow I leave. #amsen17 -SoJourner

came with nihlist words-grabbed my stride, my purse & left. #alex12 -SoJourner

to what would I compare this rugged silence hmmm? #alex12 -SoJourner

we spoke of sex in covered tones. #sevenwords -SoJourner

lost soul begging me for defining. #sixwords -SoJourner

aged socialite, me gigalo; entrepreneurial endeavors. #sixwords

knew his lies, dogwood days stretching-his closetspace empty. #oneline

whispered, old canticals-laid in bed in need of touches near your breath. #amsen17

each thrust, receiving him deeper wine deep sighs and tense rhythm. #oneline

wore his breath my garment. his folicles my adornment. carrying his masculinity in my stride. #oneline

the emir-incense lullabies mask over clean white sheets of hot sands. #amsen17

draggin our tired bodies through negro streets-burning for half gone repose. #amsen17

in the old clock tower his thighs my waist each thrust like butter and heat. #amsen17

cold pizza rainy evening amid books and books the scholars' love affair. #amsen17

wanted normal wanted rich quiet need to dance to the flow of blood. #amsen17

the quiet reachin out sweaty hands dance across his erections...tears. #amsen17

the emir's displeasure stains the palace dinner a quiet affair. #amsen17

bastard he left, humble he came. solidarity found in two oak trees. #1lineku

look upon my silence. nurture my embers. #1lineku

and your mind slips between the parted thighs of my memory...deeply long stroke my synapses. #oneline

a cabal of men sliding their hardened lusts between the legs of my satiation. #oneline

walks down old roads. he planted HIV her womb drowning. #1lineku

in with the storm several concerns-reading the newspaper. #1lineku

forced words split the air. #fivewords

this south kat, alto sax pillage these eastern thoughts. #1line ku

mid morning prayers to coffee grounds. #1line ku

watched him caress the thighs of cocaine. tears distilling. #1line ku

casual remembrances. carrying the old houses' dust. #1line ku

a taste of old regrets slightly decaffinated. #1line ku

the first dawn reading your rain. planting our sound on old tin roofs. #1linesenryu

lsley said: 'day will make a way for night...' watched you eyes bathing in your here. #1line ku

and they often lacked clarity-thought while cutting grass. #oneline

he was tallis in flesh came with words draped in cambodian nights and reality. <1-line ku>

became a prisoner to facist love, slave to tyrannical passion. <1-line ku>

withered fall evenings drowning nostalgia in cups of camomille tea. <1-line ku>

with wide opened life, he lives. he breathes soundness. <1-line ku>

pale memories while planting peas...she brushes falling tears-blue noise. <1-line ku>

lost the ability to grow beyond you. sewing tattered sheets. <1-line ku>

dark. latin. oozing mexican evenings along beaches with unpronouncible names. <1-line ku>

evenings spent yearning your scent inundates active pores. <1-line ku>

this river ran free in me. outback dreams. <1-line ku>

this stroll beneath mocking skies, a man pregnant with regret. <1-line ku>

my favorite assassin appeared my inhibitions stolen...regrets. <1-line ku>

removed that familiar spot. tossing the begging away like trash. <1-line ku>

pillars of my thighs bore stories etched in blood and soul-ties. <1-line ku>

the contents of my soul left me appalled...<1-line ku>

his once sweet intelligible words now grunts of primal anger and fear. <1-line ku>

my man...wearing scented dust. other women soil in my yard. <1-line ku>

carried her cacophony quietly-decorated with a blackened eye/bitter soul. <1-line ku>

starched nonchalance he wears to bed wears through our day. <1-line ku>

he called again. ears drugged and raped by smooth one-track lies. <1-line ku>

abandoned jazz scene. sasparilla tunes...this woman occulted. <1-line ku>

interstate, woman pacing with purpose; intent on freedom. <1-line ku>

backyard full moon, 'Hey Mr. Arnstein, here I AM!' sung to yawning sky. <1-line ku>

my free spirit. he spoke soundless, lost me. <1-line ku>

sanctify the tears...washing dishes. moon drinking schnapps. <1-line ku>

around my neck wearing paste evenings, reading books to forget. <1-line ku>

from her pain, ive learned the undead living. <1-line ku>

was swindled by smooth words and cool touches-false one rejoices. <1-line ku>

I pass the time in run-down yesterdays. <1-line ku>

man of the occult-each time faces change and hollow words mislead. <1-line ku>

disco to the earth tunes...sounds of Fall. <1-line ku>

you were bold-mouth holding day defiantly. <1-line ku>

wasn't unusual to bathe in your perspective; mine abandoned. <1-line ku>

met him cast in sepia this scapegoat bears we. <1-line ku>

sat against pregnant sunshine...<1-line ku>

in your embrace: rugged twilights and eunuch'd laughter. <1-line ku>

the mouth of our lives...greatest con men. <1-line ku>

my fears taught me to become the greatest actor.

my ways, soiled and cheap, I have some dignity.

translate the broken laughter: pain.

unwanted interludes, eyes seeing silence.

caught the buddha of your instep.

your laughter, dank...i still fall.

each soul; pleading to be noticed.

he was a boy not a man, running from truth. American Sentence

Taxi ghosts at dusk pass Monoprix in Paris 20 years ago. American Sentence

I can still see Neal's 23-year-old corpse when I come in my hand. American Sentence.

Naropa Hot Tub: The ocean is full of naked young boys and Neptune-bearded old men. American sentence

The young stud who dreamt I "dick'd his ass" asked me to take him to supper. American Sentence

put him on loop. downloaded his sound i strut to his cadence. <monostich>

go the way your blood beats. <sixwordstory>

watched emotions scatter across your brow. <sixwordstory>

yet ignored by the autumn whispers. <sixwordstory>

we've just been built on lies! <sixwordstory>

wore those pearls with her fears. <sixwordstory>

supper consisted of silence and irritation. <sixwordstory>

i was never fond of your daddy. <sixwordstory>

...come here! <twowordstory>

she wore indifference, like last seasons' fur. <sevenwordstory>

his eyes: infinity... <threewordstory>

yeah, shes like a black hole. <sixwordstory>

major in linguistics. studying the language of your soul, ill translate in motions. <monostich>

the book, ho! read the book. <sixwordstory>

random thoughts...

not connected to Yahweh
no nature of Yeshua
no sensitivity to Ruach HaKodesh

You are wise in the eyes of Yahweh when He can speak a word and you can DO it!
The moment you UNDER-estimate INSTRUCTIONS of Yahweh; HE closes HIS mouth! -PastorWLJ2
The law or instruction of Yahweh has a built-in penalty. When you break HIS laws/instructions; what you broke penalizes you! -PastorWLJ2
Judgement is already BUILT-IN the law! -PastorWLJ2
Laws have BUILT in Judgement and Benefit. -PastorWLJ2
Holy Spirit will ONLY enlighten the word when YOU submit. -PastorWLJ2
When you submit, You're able to see (Ps. 119:30
Because we don't submit to the Word...we always see the word as parables. -PastorWLJ2
I will NO longer choose whats 'RIGHT;' I choose TRUTH! -opjproclamation
are you willing to be the one persecuted for being NARROW? (Matt. -PastorWLJ2
WE REPENT and WE SUBMIT!!!! -PastorWLJ2
WE don't want to be temples of Ba'al; we want to be 'BETH'EL' the place where YOU dwell. -PastorWLJ2
We lack purpose because we lack SUBMISSION to The Word! -PastorWLJ2
The Spirit of Truth is hitting your life to break the apathy and deception off of your life so you can make a decision! -PastorWLJ2
"You are a thought/purpose/intention in the mind of Yahweh .. When the "Let There Be" is declared everything you are destined to be becomes THE reality." WLJ2

Deangelo McCoyVery often a father must stop his child from going to far and making Adult decisions and actions while still operating with his Child-like mindset .. #submission

stepping back to observe various circles of insanity in my life to avoid. living in simplicity! #LessIsMore
‎...in simplicity I will live truth, BE truth, extend truth, and speak truth. -oTpj
embrace simplicity and you'll become the most complex wonder among man. -oTpj
simplicity is the sophistication and wisdom of The Eternal! -oTpj
...losing myself in the world of simplicity. -oTpj
In simplicity lie worlds of depth! -oTpj

Rebekah Dove Mon-MonMy teacher just said: "If you tell yourself the truth, you don't have to lie to other people...you only lie to people because you have lied to yourself" <-- TRUTH!

[THAT love...]

give me THAT love...
the one
mixed amid
the apothecary's ointments...
irons, metals, and polished ores...
... give me that
mystic love...that
endangered love...the kind
that i
can hide in the rich
bark of
my tree-like
soul.






©2011 -SoJourner

[short poem]

love...

the kind that commands

me to die to it.




©2011 -SoJourner

[MONOKU]

bring those evening sunsets; put them on our tongues - we'll dream.

**
there's music in my fingers, stroking the pen against the skin of paper.

 **
you were abstract; i breathed you, you're solid.

**
i'll walk the length of love; i'll chant your name; my evening love-vesper.





©2011 -SoJourner

[SEVENWORDSTORY]

there's nothing casual when you beat me.

**
we, repressed boys trying to be men.

**
gravitating toward the sophistication of noble simplicity.

 **
he gazes at her with buttered soul.

 **
silent vespers...basking in HIM...my soul.

**
i became priceless grasping: Less Is More!

**
picant brother. salsa in my hips....savory.

**
[greatest 'love' story]

she fell.
his bed, his unrevealed side.

**
sing in off-key voice to the sun.

**
you travel the distance of my moan.

**
you, upheval to a tired mind...depart!

**
love given, though i whore eagerly...Yahweh!

**
my evenings bowed...we pas de deux.

**
deep down-my soul HE put life.






©2011 -SoJourner

[#-word story] - poetic/worship concerning Yahweh...

[sevenwordstory]

...i'll feel the brush of His, His-ness!
deep in my soul; a'runnin' after You.
my soul; womb for your commands.
...when Your reason kissed my finite mind...


[sixwordstory]

came to You for complete change.
walk'd away. sin displeases. new life!
planted in Your breathing-i'll flourish!


[ninewordstory]

way down; dwn in my soul...You put You.




©2011 -SoJourner

[SIXWORDSTORIES]

in my face i see you.

**
my sum is random sex-encounters (smh).

**
sensual syllables dribble from your mouth.

**
repeated offenses...when he forgot restraint.

**
Yahweh hooked me, now i'm hooked.

**
it was imminent, our love falls...

**
ritual...me kneeling; the air; chantprayers...

**
kindled flames....evenings spent in you.

**
i've punctuated existence by short pulses.

**
i tasted sobriety. cast away crazies!

**
he dilienated some tomfoolery as rational.

**
in him i taste solid eternity.

**
wicked traveler through my intricate veins.

**
she: 'i am...' he: 'you dear.'





©2011 -SoJourner

[greatest poem #3]


NEED
and U
SUPPLY



©2011 -SoJourner

[seven-word story]

I.

envisioned you encased in my manly thigh.

II.

carrying your mitochondria, make me reproduce you...



©2011 -SoJourner

senryu


louisiana
in her hips his lips; they both
cayenne this love-stew.


©2011 -SoJourner

*This photograph inspired a series of short verses

in recognition of my cousin and her love.


[sixwordstory]

this porgy loves a jazzy bess!

**

sultry jazzsongstress met afro-masculinity - musical love.

**

chile...they unified love and war.

**

a togetherness fashioned from whittled dreams.

**

an ode, penned in silent rememberances.

**

tasted the sanctimony of his pulse.

**

whiskey dark voice sings emotional gamut.

**

spice of life traded between glances.

**

want that delicious-creole etouffe love...

**

bathed in unity; speaking yoruba plainchants.

**

in we, we taste solid eternity.

[sevenwordstory]

woman in forties wearing burnished realities...chic

[eightwordstory]

her man; mighty man...and still...her-man.

©2011-SoJourner

thoughts...

LOVE gives LAWS (BOUNDERIES) out of love (affection) to protect you. If you love LOVE then, You'll live by, and respect LAWS (BOUNDERIES) that LOVES' given because you know that LOVE gave LAWS out of love (affection) for you!

We're extemists in the worse way...
Christianity says God is a God of only Love.
Judaism says God is a God of only Law.
Yahweh God says of Himself, i'm BOTH!

Christianity seems driven toward the hereafter...
I agree with Judaism to take care of TODAY, my NOW. how can I bring my NOW into divine alignment and attain Yah's pleasure with my NOW.

TBC poem

i
do
this
in the
name
of
ancestors
not
able to
write, not
able
to distinguish
'T W I L I G H T F R O M D U S K'
in books...
i
do
this
in the
name
of
the great
invisible
Emperor of time
eternity;
temporal
and eternity...
i do
this
because

[greatest poem#2]


SIMPLICITY!



©2011

poetics!

[greatest poem#1]

LIVE
don't
ADAPT!

***
senryu

tongue-in-cheek i grasp
the spirit of words, bent on
fashioning new lives.

***
American Sentence
(1 line haiku/17 syllables)
low evening-too much to drink, random words get in the car with me...home.

***
monoku
(written as a one liner. 17 syllables Or less)

extreme cold in the woods his speech distills silence cold september.

white woman black sheets her lust on the table next to her shame.

brazen vibrant soul came-man carrying sound that we wear!





©2011 -SoJourner

TBCompleted...

detective of my soul...
hot on the trail of
a deviant, deceptive, dork....his name?
ME...
APB's out on ME since I can
remember...been working
hard to corner and catch ME...
working as an assistant to
the Holy Spirit...rippin and
running the length of
this city without walls known as Self....
its the place that ME frequents on
the daily

[Dashing] 10-31-2011

(life just aint for livin...we got purpose to accomplish. lets
get on this journey)


mad dash...
from the milestone
of 30 to the
firm arms of
eternity.
dashing madly,
aimed and totally focused...
on this
sojourner tip...
a traveler in the womb of
earth;
purpose planted in me...
solutions plastered against the walls
of me...
solving-problems
to drop
from my womb;
slip out of the belly of
my mouth
down my chin
and into the
waiting canal of this
world we live
in...
time given to purpose and
purpose only!
no more time
to waste...
precious commodity;
un-redeemable to
the foolish...this
is the house that wisdom built
and foolishness
won't
tear it down...
making that mad dash...
with
desperate, focused swag
to accomplish
my mission...
from eternity to the womb/
to the earth
and finally back into
the firm arms of infinity
this servant to the word...
dashing consisely
toward excellent completion
of the journey.

selah-


©2011 -SoJourner

[Random Sex!]

listen...
pondering the 'then' of
my days...

i am
fond of
these fleeting passions...
fond and down-right-needy
of these fly-by-night releases;
these nameless sexual
fleeces...
...its been that way...
was good to me in
my youth...
was good to me walking
the length of life
looking good and chic; rocking
my lusts.

nostalgia steps in...

i was...
i was...(shakes head)...real...
fond of
those fleeting passions...
fond and down-right-needy
of those fly-by-night releases...
those nameless sexual
fleeces...
were honey from the rock to my tongue;
a proverbial loade gun that i
russian rouletted with;
no cares...
man...so whimsical and completely
brazen...
...should have saw me;
my eyes flashing rebellion and that
'i-dont-give-a-care' look or some other choice word
would have sufficed;
i moved...i'm
talkin' 'bout moooooooooooooovvvvvved and
gliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiided through my youth
smelling myself and knowing i was the lick...
from
bed to bed...no regard for the sacredness of
covenant and connection...
just in need for that
quick release...
that, primal; base, animalistic release
with
whomever whenever however...it was whatever.

i
found myself in lust
with the random faces, never defined and clear but
always hazy....
hazy and obscure features; but their intent was
loud and clear!
wanted that good hip rockin loving...or so i called it; so i thought;
wanted that
dr. feelgood-in-the-MURN-ting glazed sexin over my tired
limbs...quicken me sensually...
stimulate my senses....feed me nothing
but carnality until flesh runs
out of my ears...
out my pores...

reality writes the script...

tired...
tired and weary...
it wasn't cute...
not even; but appalling...
down-right silly and foolish...
...even tried to justify
this search for sex outside the bounds of
matrimony...took on the
nietzschean idea that 'God is Dead...'
no need to respect that sex should stay in the bounds
of marriage and not random encounters
all in the convoluted
name of 'LOVE...'
each time i said i could
sex anyone; NOT my mate...but anyone
i wasn't intertwined with
in marriage...
tired...chile....i was tired in my bones...my
DNA, weak and fatigued...
the perusal of sexual gratification
had drained me...drained me of seed, soundness, and soul...
tired soul...
tired of the lies....
the lies i told myself that society told me...
tired....
weary...
and still incomplete...


-selah






©2011 -SoJourner