Welcome back for Week #3 of Zoeglossia’s Poem of the Week Series, curated by Leroy F. Moore of Krip-hop Nation!
She said I pointed out to you the stars
And yet all you saw was the tip of my finger
See what you didn’t see
Is that most of those stars died centuries ago
And it took centuries more for you to finally see
Evidence that they ever existed
Their memory crossed solar systems
To finally come close enough to be visible
Because time possess no jurisdiction over the reach of our eternal souls
So live a message that will out live you
Which will send ripples through the cosmos
Although the masses will miss it
the star gazers will get it
and appreciate the distance you travel to give it
For She told me our minds are so free
That it must create a prison for itself
For its limits are limitless
Since we're merely a condensed version of the infinite
& all religion did
Was create definitives to define that
Which defies all definitions
Good and Evil God and the Devil
Are different expressions of existence
They say I'm small
I say I'm God condensed
Angels and Demons merely the divine playing both sides of the fence
Yet they want to know which path do I walk
The Light or the Dark?
Do I hang with Darth Vader or Sky walker
Lucifer or St.Micheal
Cause my unorthodox views
Make the indoctrinated
Those who been boxed in uncomfortable
So they need me boxed in too
But Spiritually I move fluidly
I'm aware that some might call it heresy
But to put it simply
I shift energy
As easy as North and South exchange polarities
Yet they have the audacity to laugh at me
All because they don't over-stand things like Geometry
They assume Jesus don't use numbers to speak
That's why they take issue with numerology
Meanwhile still can't explain the science behind the 12 fruits
Why the city of heaven posses 12 gates
And what exactly are the 12 jewels
Why only 12,000 going to be taken from the 12 nations
God really speaks through mathematics
Because unlike prophets following profits
Numbers can't make false statements
So If calculating offering was the only math you learned in church
Then face it that's because
Your pastors an agent
I mean don't you see
How his Job security
Is directly dependent on your illiteracy
For once you know the science behind divinity
You’re no longer bound to his ministry
Like a fish born knowing how to swim
Your soul will automatically remember
How to hold communion with infinity
Again she told me
That our minds are so free
That it must create a prison for itself
For its limits are limitless
Since we're merely a condensed version of the infinite
& all religion did
Was create definitives to define that
Which defies all definitions
Good and Evil God and the Devil
Are different expressions of existence
They say I'm small
I say I'm God condensed in
Now Listen to this
Peasants wish to be royalty so bad
They renamed the John their porcelain throne
For In this Hall of Mirrors we’re living in
The only Handicap is vision
Here your 5 sense are disingenuous
And no longer work in your best interest
For that’s how the Matrix
Keep the masses dazzled
Idolizing those with little souls living in big Castles
But wealth that inprisons the owner
Is not wealth at all
Cause the definition of life is constant motion
For in her eyes
A stationary King is to death
What a Nomad is to Royalty
That’s why 1 through 16 Saviors was all Gypsies
For to a free spirit
A Mansion is worth less than a Mobile Home
Land-lines in exchanged for mobile phones
So who's to say your wheelchair is not a mobile throne
For in this quantum universe all is relative
That's why Heaven is where ever the Hell you think it is
Remember upon observation even particles bend
She told me that our minds are so free
It must create a prison for it self
That’s why when they I'm say i'm small
I say I'm God condensed
Angels and demons are merely the divine playing both sides of the fence
© Ottis Smith 2019
Ottis Smith
Ottis Smith is a disabled African American digital artist out of California, engaging in the arts most of his life. He is also a spoken-word artist who performed at various venues throughout the Long Beach area and Milwaukee Wisconsin. He completed his AA at Long Beach city college then wrote and illustrated four comic books and currently working on his fifth, which features a disabled anti-hero who shares a similar story to his own. The first three comics however are titled "A Promise Broken" which is a series based on the teachings of his favorite African American scholar Dr. Chancellor Williams who authored " The Destruction of Black Civilization." His main motivation for starting comic books, especially African center ones, was to counter the negative images of what blackness is depicted to be. One such Tv series which angered him enough to begin his journey was the 2014 bible series which depicted Jesus as a White man and the devil as a Black man. “With constant negative images like these which are either directly or indirectly insulting blackness it is not hard to see why self-hatred is at an all-time high.” he stated. His latest project however will highlight a disabled protagonist and promise to give us more of a glimpse into his personal life, it will touch on an array of topics such as over comic issues with self-confidence, bullying, social justice issues and more with a African twist. Ottis and the African American Museum of Beginnings have developed a healthy growing relationship where he volunteers in Pomona, CA.