In Case You Feel WORSE After Going To Church-The Promise of Rainbows

the preacher said:

“Heaven is determined by how many rainbows you see in your life. The Promise that your world will never be flooded twice. As a child of God you should have a higher quota of rainbows than the heathen. As a child of God, its mostly rainbows you’ll be seein’. When you see enough rainbows, you reap eternal life. For man to reach his quota he must findeth a wife. “

Brothas and Sistas, I say unto you today, that in order to see as many rainbows as a child of God, we gotta look with our hearts to move the mountains we don’t normally see. Love makes us purer at heart and heals our sight, so you see: faith is a vision of the world.

We won’t notice every rainbow shimmering in the world. Sometimes we don’t have enough light or something obscures our sight. Like a parade of rainbow flags marching for equal rights. That’s a few million unseen rainbows in sight. Presently, what we see with our eyes makes it difficult to point to the rainbow inside. Yet, we’re quick to point out the people marching in pride.

We even throw darkness on homosexuals that ain’t even homosexual. They only share mannerisms we decide to see as disrespectful. But we, my Brothas and Sistas, can’t see ourselves what’s on the inside. Often times we judge to sooth our wounded pride.  It causes pain. It causes depression. It calls to the darkness created in the Beginning. When we focus on the darkness, then we become obsessed with the philosophy of sinning.

Well, I believe I love a God who died for the sins of the world. And because God is omniscient, God is outside of time. God is always in our minds. When we dream, oh, and when we think we lose all track of time. By looking within for the love of God we transfigure our minds. Performing miracles within that are outside recorded time.

So you see and understand, my Sistas and Brothas, faith requires looking on the inside. Faith in God requires love. Love changes your sight. Especially when you communicate in a language you speak but don’t comprehend. In other words, “Unknown tongues”. Over 31 million Americans cannot read and understand.  Literacy is mastery of language. I believe the next Day of Pentecost is at hand. Language or “tongues”, refers to verbal expression to communicate to oneself and others. Unknown tongues do not communicate to your sistas and your brothas.  Language requires that you not only respond, but listen and comprehend. To do these things proficiently you must perceive time and time again.

In case I lost you, beloved, let me speak plain: When you communicate effectively you perceive a communication, comprehend it, and finally respond according to what you perceive about yourself, the communicator(s), and the subject(s) at hand. This includes rainbows.  We can only respond to their beauty if we perceive the phenomenon. I believe that’s why Maya Angelou wrote the poem “Phenomenal Woman” because woman is a rainbow we don’t always perceive. To see is not to perceive. To perceive one must interpret.. To interpret we must be attentive to the stimulus related to the matter of interest.

Rainbows make me smile just like memories. Sometimes, if it weren’t for my partner, I’d have missed a few rainbows to fill my quota.  Then I might just have one less smile in my history. Sometimes, you need someone to see the rainbow you almost miss. Sometimes we choose people who point out rainbows with every kiss.  Sometimes we use people and add a few clouds to the mix.

But in the same sky, my Sistas and Brothas, I see woman taking on the burden of Eden. In that same sky, my Sistas and Brothas, I see the child who just wishes his father will finally see him for who he is and not who he decided to be. Oh, just a few months ago, in that same sky, was me. In that same sky, I see butterflies who still believe they can fly although they’re causing storms. Although their wings  never fluttered with the intent to cause a wp-1486323109255.jpgstorm. There’s a few rainbows in the clouds testifying to the sky. We’re just not high enough to see the sun shine through the mist. Yet again, more rainbows we tend to miss.

But in that same sky I see all the people, scared of life, fighting to keep on living. In that same vast sky, I see dreamers who decided to wake up and perform a miracle. No longer content to simply keep on dreaming. Changing dreams into reality. Like changing water  into wine. One the body immediately needs, the other takes a little time. Those are a few rainbows the average eye can’t perceive. These are a few of the rainbows you witness when you only believe that in that same sky you can rise and let all your colors be freed.

So what I’m saying, Brothas and Sistas, is when you believe, God exists in your mind, then you see beyond the colors of the rainbow and discover rainbows in time to change your life into the dream you hoped for. When you perceive God in your mind you see the messiah in yourself, you begin to love more. God loves you, choose to love, don’t become obsessed with sin. So even if you call your husband your “wife” you’ll perform miracles, such as living, again and again. Day to day, that’s divine choice in life. To ensure you see the highest quotas of rainbows, beloved, God can choose a man as your “wife”. In that same sky, God can use any love in your life. To see another rainbow, perceive faith and faith will heal your sight.

that’s what the preacher shoulda said.





“From Prophet To Prophet”: Virtual Poetry Collection, A Note From The Author

It’s a poet’s response to Kendrick Lamar’s excellent album, “To Pimp A Butterfly”. It’s the inspiration. Kendrick inspired the rawness, the honesty, the self-reflection, and the consideration of the words but it’s all OneVoice. It’s all poetry. There is no dependence on the slam poet’s cadence or popular instrumentals. It is, however, a theatrical experience. It is a reason that academia should STUDY true contemporary poets and artists (I am both, they are one).

“From Prophet To Prophet” is a poet’s frustration, a poet’s revelation, a poet’s love realized in virtual format. It’s spirituality, cultural awareness, and a giant leap towards freedom. I engineered every track, co-engineered one with artistic colleague DaiTrell Ingram. The focus though, is the writing. Its the poetry. Any production used is only to complement the writing (hence, no instrumentals or over-rendering of the words).

The tracks are actually more so “acts” followed by “scenes”. I’m giving you a virtual show in your ear. And if you ever attended a Well Versed Xpressionz show at UNC-Greensboro, we never just gave you spoken word. We always gave you a story. I’m giving you a plethora of stories all focused on one overall motif: freedom.

Check out my Facebook page to get an early preview of the track listing. The first 10-20 good people that share that post will get an exclusive preview, before the official release next week, of one of my most powerful scenes from the collection: “The Sins Of White Men”. OneVoice, that is myself, ain’t holding back no more. I done told ya’ll, “Art MOVES and Poetry TALKS”. I’m gonna continue to be EXCELLENT whether anyone recognizes it or not. It’s time that ya’ll truly experienced OneVoice. Enough said.



​There was angels with black wings and angels with white. Their faces always resembled light. The black winged angels asked God why He created man. God said, “Why do you think I did?” The black winged angels said in unison, “To have something else to love.” But the leader of the white winged angels stirred up his peers and said, “Tuh! Ain’t no way. God aint need nothin’ else to love. That’s why we were created. God, tell them. You wanted something else to test your power on. Tell them.” That white winged angel beamed at his insight. The opposing angels patiently looked to God, their black wings resting like sleeping breaths. God moved. The white winged angels began to notice their mass changing. They began to feel heavier. The black winged angels stood aghast, faces questioning God’s judgment. God answered their faces saying, 
“I did not punish your brothers. I rewarded them. They understand conquest. They must see it in me. Yet, they do not see all. You, my dark winged ones, see my heart. You see more than my ego. Your white winged brothers have not seen enough of my love so I must reward them with wisdom. Their wings are not gone, they are just invisible. They did put on a little weight, though. Its their quantified ego added to their souls. Thats why you feel heavy white ones. Your wings are still there, you must now work harder to fly. You must understand that my heart is always love before anything else. Believe you can fly though you cannot see your wings. And dark ones, you too are rewarded with love. Help your brothers believe what they cannot see. Teach them how to fly again that they may love the ground as much as the air. Help them be able to see there is no love in conquest, only ego. And to answer the question, I created humanity because I needed to believe in My love.” 

Thank You

To everyone who has followed and/or liked even one of my posts, thank you. I truly appreciate your positive reactions to my art. Poetry is truly a gift to me, it has become my spirituality. So again, thank you.

And to those who’ve commented, you hold a special place in this little poet’s heart because you were moved enough to start a dialogue with me. My writing is the way I communicate. I never intended for it to be a one-way conversation. 

Thank you good people. 

​I Never Believed I’d Live It…

I am the same me that i have been
Before I grew and learned my skin

Could be the difference between

The human or the criminal I could’ve been
I never cursed my skin

I never cursed my skin

Why do they curse black men?

Why do they curse black women?

Why do they curse their kin?
White man I am your equal

White woman, you are mine

Black woman you’re my mother

Black man, I am your rhyme 
Black people aren’t the evil

Rewriting the truth of time

I am the same me I’ve always been

Though now, I’m afraid of dying.

Read at The Artist Bloc 

​Now I’ve been told my passion 

For poetry tends to inspire 

So maybe I should speak to the poets 

And be the wick, this poem be the fire

To set ablaze every stage on the page

I’m writing nicely but inside I’m enraged

I love poetry so much I’d rather be paid

To share my gift, punch my fist

My people did not begin as slaves.

I’m writing simply, please don’t be amazed

I do even better than this stage

I got pages waiting for me, when I write,

My God!, I praise. Multiplied my talent

I did the math so now my question’s valid

What’s the purpose Whats the purpose

I know yall never heard this never heard this

I’m a scholar and an artist

a prophet and an author

These aren’t punchlines, they’re my truth

Been a poet since early youth

But I knew I had something to prove

I’m rhyming for the rhythm 

Creating music with my words 

I’m an artist and a scholar

I’m prolific if you consider my words 

I’m gifted, I manipulate verbs into nouns

I explain why ciphers go on and on

Transcribe why Mary kept going down

I write like God wrote salvation on sin

Consider the words: God is a poet. 

I’m humbled to be God’s pen.

Introducing the New Sonnet: Giving Rest To Shakespeare 

They taught me that poems shakspeare into sonnets.
Piercing the present so William keeps living on
’cause we study his writing as if no other
art has been written. Shakespeare is dead but they still
won’t kill him. Or let him die. Worshiping his words,
they grant him eternal life. The skin of his voice,
a representation of White. He lives so free
on American soil. Immigrants in our art.
No wall was ever proposed for dead citizens
smuggled into the nation by the well-to-do.
I’m reforming the sonnet. Shakespeare needs rest, too.
He speaks no more. Writes even less ’bout much ado.
Silencing dead voices- my “taming of the shrew”.
Silencing dead voices- my “taming of the shrew”.