Transcendence

16 Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven. -Matthew 5:16 (New King James Version)

We all hope to find someone...

The Adams among us want to find the Eve of their own lonely existence, the one who fits...

...the rib of Adam.




Conversely—



Our lovely goddesses....

Our Eves seek just as fervently their own completions...

...the lover of Eve.



Often—



We find that soul and love them, not for physical alone or an other smaller aspect, but because we see...

**This would be the moment where you look over at the person you love...FYI.**

God in you

God In You

Jesus
A miracle
To be blind once
And now see
A Sarah so beautiful in her
Laughter
Smiles and so much more
In you I saw Him
Perfect Him
In exquisite imperfections
God in you
It lit me
At the top
Of my Mount Carmel
A pillar of fire
Her passion fell
Upon this altar
Swallowed whole
All doubts
Any fears
I swear, Father
In her I keep glancing
New Jerusalem
Yeah…
Heaven, in her
Yes, you
The God in you
So palpable
Touched it once
Addicted
To her
My Mary Magdalene
One who anoints feet
With priceless oils
To wipe them with her hair
And to fix disquiets
With her tears
Something of a...
Woman at the well
In reverse
Because
She
Gave me
Living water
Being her love
And such was never to thirst
Again
Dear Lord
There it is again
Your throne flashes
In her eyes
In her soul
Wow, her soul
God in you
Maybe you were even
My pure Delilah
That which vexes
Instead of
Stealing away my might
You are my strength
Could I call you birthright?
Stolen away from those Esau types
The one of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob
Be my Queen Esther
Save
Deliver me
As that queen saved
Jehovah, there again
Was the glimpse
Of Alpha and Omega
Beginning
And end
Truly, beloved
There’s that God in you
Because above all else
You are
This broken Joseph’s
Virgin Mary
And you gave me a gift
Of no manger
But a purest love
And every time
I see you smile
That smile that parts Red Sea
Moses gifted of mine
I always see
The
God in you

Shhhh!!!

Piece Title: “Wordlessly”
Theme: It wasn’t the fact that these two had waited so long before they had made love, it wasn’t even the fact that they touched each other deeply and shared the ultimate display of love because in the broad scheme none of these things matter. What seems to matter is this: the fact that both lie there with the curves of their bodies fitting each other perfectly and without words they understand each other better than if they had spoken.



There are days that need no explanation. This is one...



So long the wait it seemed
But then…
Sigh, satisfied
Slow intimate
Quiet stirs at the ending
Perfection abounds, galloping
No bounds to it
Wildly amazing
Freedom of simplicity
When curves complete
Curves in infinite circle
Infinity
Where no words need be spoken
Our silences converse
In quiet whispers
So soft that they take natures
Of inaudible speech
The mere kissing
That proximity that skin has
With another is glorious
Glorious
Glorious!!
Quietly…
Glory of us
Lying, talking
Lying, really
For there is none syllable
Not a phrase
Just…
Strong arms holding
A soft frame
In the still of the midnight
The dawn
The moment
When the fluid warmth
Of the bare skin
Can be felt
Heard to speak volumes
From under fingertips
Without ever
Speaking volumes
Mind are open books
Ripe for reading
Understanding
Knowing
Sweet comfort in caress
Of thigh, bosom
Fingers find home in your hair
Slowly running through
Of all things this
Seemed something greater than words
Because there are no
Words
Wordlessly
So loud
Deafening
Between touching
Feeling slow breaths
On necks
In ear
On your face
There is a communication
More glorious
Glorious!!
Quietly…
More glorious
Than just to say it
Our collusions
The grand collaborations
Of skin
At the solace
Of just lying here
Draped in each other
With nothing more holding
Two souls to this place
But tight grips
And
And…
Nothing spoken
Only here
Hear only
Wordlessly

Snippets ,Shit, Ramblings...or something of the sort

Of Your Memory
(Lucian Darkcrowft sits in his study reading a book, not really paying much attention to the words that the author had so painstakingly combined amid covers. He is saved from further feigned reading by the entrance of his butler. He looks up and addresses the entry.)

Darkcrowft-Yes, Reed?

Reed-Sir, a Miss Black is waiting in the foray.

Darkcrowft-Really? Bring her here.

(The butler departs the company of his employer for a moment, returning a few seconds later with Deborah Black. She is an older woman who seemed to have aged very gracefully with very few lines countenancing her chocolate coated skin. Her dark hair is long with the occasional touch of gray. At first glance she would give anyone the impression of great looks in younger days. Her eyes reflect those of her sons, brown and filled with a depth that seems beyond words. She smiles slightly, causing him to smile as if he were a schoolboy. He hides it quickly, not quickly enough to unseen by the woman herself. She smiles wider at seeing this and she speaks.)

Deborah-(smiles) Hello Lucian. It’s good to see that in your old age you still do something as sweet as smile.

Darkcrowft-You’ve never accused me of being sweet in all the time you’ve known me. Except…

Deborah-…when I loved you.

Darkcrowft-I was gonna say when we were young…(shrugs, smiles slightly) but that’s true too. (offers a chair) Have a seat.

Deborah-OK.

(He seats himself on a couch just as Deborah sits close to him. His arm rests on the back of the chair just as Deborah rests dubiously close to being under it. All the same this is disregarded as he speaks to her in a conversational tone.)

Darkcrowft-So…what brings you here?

Deborah-It’s just that I haven’t seen you in a month or two. I asked T.J. had he seen you and he was vague…as always.

Darkcrowft-(laughs) That’s T.J. for you…he’s vague but brilliant…wise…loyal. Why didn’t you just come to Dirtyfoot’s. I’m usually there…or to the house. If I recall correctly you never had a problem finding it before. (winks)

Deborah-(smiles, blushes) Yeah…I could never forget that. But I didn’t come look for you because I have two sons to look out for…you do remember I have children, right?

Darkcrowft-(quietly) I do. The lyricist and the criminal…how are they?

Deborah-(snorts, smirks) The lyricist is fine. He’s a little…confused albeit weak under pressure but he has a good heart and is loyal to a fault.

Darkcrowft-A good heart, huh? He must have gotten it from his mother.

Deborah-(blushes again) Yeah. Joseph is…different. He’s passionate to a point of obsession and I often wonder if it will be his undoing…but he’s strong, calm, and something of a clown. (looks sideways at Darkcrowft) Kinda reminds me of his father, really.

Darkcrowft-Oh.

(Darkcrowft stands and leans against the mantelpiece, his back to Deborah. She stands and in a few strides she is at his back, her arms draped lovingly around him as she places her head on his shoulder, her cheek to his. She prepares to speak but he cuts her off before the words can escape.)

Darkcrowft-Don’t speak it, Deborah…please. Not again…

Deborah-Why not? You love me as much as love you…maybe more.

Darkcrowft-There is no question of that….(turns, hold her waist, looks in her eyes) I have loved you since I first met but I’m not the same person, Deborah…

Deborah-You sound the same…you feel the same…you even smell the same.

Darkcrowft-I could say the same of you…but…

Deborah-But what, Lucian?

Darkcrowft-You know why it can’t be…

Deborah-(as Darkcrowft) Your blood keeps our love from ever being…(in normal voice) I know, I know.

Darkcrowft-Just let me remain of your memory, my love…it’s for the best.




NOTE:If you haven't realized by now, I'm something of a storyteller.



I try not ramble, to go on and on...
Sometimes it's unavoidable if you're trying to get a point across, to convey that golden ideal to an audience. Most would argue that it's minutia and just to get to the point. A smaller contingent would...



Damn.
I'm rambling...



The snippet above deals with remembering someone important to you as they were, as they cannot rightly remember themselves given what they have become. A lot of people change for the better but another contingent of people change to something unrecognizable. I'm too afraid to be honest enough with myself to ponder which way I have gone in the grand scheme of things. All I ask is that whatever way this soul has gone I pray that I remain the same person...



in your memory

BLACK SPOTLIGHT: Eddierob, The Truth Scribe

Main Entry: truth
Pronunciation: \ˈtrüth\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural truths \ˈtrüthz, ˈtrüths\
Etymology: Middle English trewthe, from Old English trēowth fidelity; akin to Old English trēowe faithful
Date: before 12th century

1.
a archaic : fidelity, constancy
b : sincerity in action, character, and utterance

2
a (1) : the state of being the case : fact (2) : the body of real things, events, and facts : actuality (3) often capitalized : a transcendent fundamental or spiritual reality
b : a judgment, proposition, or idea that is true or accepted as true
c : the body of true statements and propositions

3
a : the property (as of a statement) of being in accord with fact or reality b chiefly British : true 2 c : fidelity to an original or to a standard

4
Christian Science : God
— in truth : in accordance with fact : actually




It's very rare that I come across someone is consistently...well, great. Truly I have encountered a few but not as many as I would like. One such person is a friend of mine who goes by the name Eddierob (given name Edward Robinson).

In my own personal opinion, this man speaks and spits on truth at every given opportunity. I myself am a loyal subscriber to his YouTube channel (http://www.youtube.com/user/eddierob for those who wanna check it out) and I have to say, EVERYTIME I get a view into his truth in regards to our race and our role as Black men. I also her his verbal delivery skill as well as his views on love and other such topics. Check out a few of my favorite posts.

THE APPEAL

Main Entry: ap·peal
Pronunciation: \ə-ˈpēl\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English appel, from Anglo-French apel, from apeler
Date: 13th century

1. a legal proceeding by which a case is brought before a higher court for review of the decision of a lower court
2. a criminal accusation
3. a: an application (as to a recognized authority) for corroboration, vindication, or decision
b: an earnest plea : entreaty
c: an organized request for donations
4. the power of arousing a sympathetic response : attraction




I'm not asking any of money, peoples...just more of the first two.




As it currently stands, a grand idea and a grand undertaking has recently invaded my mind. This idea, something that I had never thought of doing before, is something that leaves me with no doubt in my mind that I will need help with. So at this moment, on this day, I call to those who I have considered compatriots upon this road of lyrical glory to assist me as much as it be within your ability to help me. The project, a spoken word ballet, can only be as wonderful as this mind’s eye sees it if I have the help of you talented souls. This is the appeal. Those who respond to it will get the synopsis of what this ballet is to be about.

Lyrically yours,
Lucius Black



ANY talented soul with a gift of poetry and words is advised to get on board...

**slight hiatus**

For a while I have been AWOL from the whole Lucius Black lyrical tip. It's not for the reason that I am out of ideas because I seem to have an abundance of those. The thing is that I am currently going through a period of reorganization and well as trying my hardest to get me back together.



Please bear with me...

Fans and friends, I miss y'all more than words can say. And please believe when I come back I'll have something new and original for you all. In the meantime, here's a previw of something brand new:



Big booty Betty/ Givin' out all her spaghetti



It'll make more sense later...trust me.

for a lavender...rose

Past Out

Verse One
Lilac roses look at lingered scars, past out
Cast away the remnants of what seemed a crippling doubt
Since there was nothing there to make leaves grow
Rooted here and deciding to purposefully let go
All that was molding the future of waiting possibility
What was will stay so chose to leave lived lives be

Chorus
Rose was healed and loved still
Living beyond her past days, no one else will

Verse Two
Lavender rose noticed old decisions collecting dust, past out
Stronger now to see what those choices were truly about
Part of the plan to make a flower exist in thrive
Harsh seasons meant to weather leaves, keep bloom alive
So mighty survivor took rough lesson and unsure breeze
All for the moment to come when a mind would be at ease

Chorus

Bridge
So in the blooming days rose became glorious
Something for any to behold with proud eyes
Far beyond the past things
So much stronger still

Interlude plays

Bridge

Verse Three
Pale purple rose, thankfully you fail to past out
Through every sadness setback, every yell and shout
Most others may have fallen in the lights of what went before
Yet a tattered rose held strong and so much more
To finally see the sunshine after the rain
Finding a smile in futures after pasts of pain

Chorus

There are many nicknames that I have for the people close to me...



Guerrero

Smidget

Cam Ski Ro

Howlett

Colossus

Olo


ONE FRIEND is called by me a lavender rose. I call her that because she is beautiful, different than a lot of likewise beauties. Through three songs I have told her story...here's hopinmg the next one allows me to continue it to a happy ending.