“Past Due” – how does it feel to have your mask on next to me? I would love to cling-to a winter storm love. And I know that, I love my life. Sort of like Sade in the wilderness but you are in the music, while somewhere inside she completes me. Who tends to me within the storm? Whose going to keep me calm? Whose going to try to control my life? Who will I sing to when it’s time to rock or dance? Who will sit with me in the morning sun? Whose going to enjoy the sunset with me?

“Past Due” – rude bwoy renown, now he’s a verbaletic or skillarchie. Am I the only one wishes to blaze the flame, all-de-while(all the time)? Is Mr. Calvin ‘Snoop Doog’ Broadus Jr. serious? Being 52 on all, half way to the tree of centurion. All what I’ve learned and taught, is well overdue. Sitting on the tip of my tongue watching the words slipping away. And if I can write two thousand words per day, then I know I’m not wasting time.

“Past Due” – bills still piling, seems there’s no escape. After retirement, I hope no snake slitter’s past me in the pastures. If I put down my selfishness, maybe become a pastor. It’s not just what I’m smoking but the route I’m using to speak, truth. Humanity, are we awoke? Know who’s your king and why you’re suffering… Jesus Christ is not a knock-off or a fraud like such as: ‘polices, gunmen, families and politicians.’

“Past Due” – do I care who will forget me? Whose rolling with me, shouldn’t be completely silent. And if it’s music we all take for granted? Some will only curse you, if you let em.(them) Have we all looked at our damage, lately? Have you took a deep dive and looked in the mirror lately? I don’t know myself anymore, lately. I’ve lost control while The Lord, right next to me. Asif he’s not here with me. Either I’ve broke his heart but, neither you and I knows really how disappointed he be. Wishing I was 1 out of the 1,440 instead of the 1 that’s chosen. After all this time, and all is said then done. My story, will remains and resides as shared. Even if it’s my life is the price. Here I am! Here’s me, sacrificing! *Exousia*

“Bloodline” – if it wasn’t for Jesus Christ, mi woulda( would’ve) fall offa (off-a) prisipit. Loving him is so easy plus it’s the right thing to do after you’re kool, from hot-head. Otherwise, you’ll be fooling yourself. I say what I want to say, or say what I wanted to do. I’m not a plug, but I’m electrified. Coordinated as a flock of birds, I’m convinced we(human)want to live. I’m confident from your thoughts is clean, if not jokes on you; your brain isn’t working?

“Bloodline” – alot of promises, he already have fulfilled; the way human’s so colorful and yet still, you’re not convinced? Who am I? Just do it like Nike about to spread a number jump. Chase Patterson #27 Hofstra lacrosse! Have been helping, homeless veterans please don’t be greedy. Stop the stampeding, I know it’s hard to stay hungry. I’m employing every wealthy who is willing to spear, help the poor! Help a brethren, and help a sisthren. Though I may not have a name nor reputations.

“Bloodline” – I know it’s business and it’s not The North Pole. That’s how you should, run-the-town! I’m greatful for all the families who took time out to make everything possible. I’m already knowledgeable of the history of violence, none makes since. Show me love, I’m hoping with all my might. That’s what I like, switching to protect the balance. Equilibrium is important for standing, walking and running. We all have different dreams and different in reality. But we all knows on how to express oneself, making it less distorted and stress.

“Bloodline” – liberate yourself and stop becoming a victim of violence. I will be the last person on Ephraim to be violent against before the Alpha and Omega. Giving praises to my King, on my knees and pray for forgiveness and mercy. Seems my life was created for the seas, even without swimming qualifications. If the 7 seas wasn’t Oceans, then I would’ve been walking on the same soils. Is there someone out there who would take care of me? Thought I had time to multiply some more but, whatever destiny brings.*Exousia*

“Voyager” – haven’t been on a voyage for more than vicennial. Now taking phone calls without a phone, zoning. I’m a, “Voyager” – been to distant places and some more far away. I’m on mental voyages, daily like vitamins. Ask and you shall receive: answers to the riddles, redicuils me. Write my mind off, as if it’s an audit for IRS taxes. Faced off, with the hardest of rappers in the streets without spitting 1 bar of violence.

“Voyager” – now back in NYC, where cabs are frequent because they pass by often. Born of Ephraim, but traveled US Naval Aerospace to different 5 different planets(Jupiter, Mars, Titans, Pluto and Moon Satelite) Traveled, the 7 seas( Black Sea, Mediterranean Sea, Caribbean Sea, Suez Canal, Atlantic Ocean, Adriatic Sea and Pacific Ocean). Been on my, “Voyager” since more than vicennial ago. Cheefing off keef and cotton candy, aroma drifting in the Ritz.

“Voyager” – missing the days and nights rises and falls. Missing the sunrises and sunsets out at sea so…, aesthetic. It’s not and it wasn’t, easy been me. Exhausted of some’s energies. Some’s attitude as if, their friends but only conspirers. Preferably, no conversations nor fake hello! Just keeping self to self again is the best way against, fraud people! I’ll let Thy Lord knows, I did my best then go study The Book Of Daniel and 1 Peters.

“Voyager” – been to places mental and physically. Still lots of places to see and discover but, I haven’t had the continuality after military services. I touch my heart to show a sign of peace and love. “I ain’t goin, study war no more!” Remembering choruses of that song, kept me strong. But yet still, some pushing and pulling.(channelling energies) Would love to do expeditions on cruise ships to The Caribbean, England, Europe and Scotland. (C. E. E. S.) It sounds better hearing the story from Reggae, Artist, Masicka: “about that phone call” I was just getting unto the 4 train @ Utica Ave not too sure how long ago. *Exousia*

“Prehistoric” – oh my how have we created history before the Alpha and Omega makes his last move. Living in a world, before the end of times. Living history, is how this toxicity becomes about. Still remembered days spent by an armond tree but not the conversations. A lot of locations resurrected but verbrages lost, not found. Filled with greed, envy, lust, jealousy and selfishness, it’s hard to stay humbling in his majesty love. Dynasuers, we are…

“Prehistoric” – ask God? No please, don’t ask him. But only for, forgiveness. Praise, Jesus Christ and chant heavenly choruses. Get these demons away further than 6 ft. Question time: What happened to fairness? How should we feel? Where does it end? When did it all started? Why ask, why? Why am I a born, Jamaican? Why did I became an author? How does it say words from, my lips? Where’s my team with chef, personal trainer, pilot, financial advisor, Taylor, etc and such? What’s up, love?

“Prehistoric” – military minded but wasn’t military breed. Brooklyn raised but I had a fall. Off the same tree, Jay -Z and other’s climb to the top of Brooklyn which named it. I-5….For years and years I’ve tried reaching out but to the touches, nothing felt. Where there’s bread, here is dread…Fish an chips, no table but my bed is spread. No more bread with butter spread….Tilting my head…To the side to protect my arthritis. Plus that’s how I’m channeling my k-9 instincts. Singing, military cadences. Oh,oh,oh,o,ooo….Coldness without snow some’s number is, if it was in that category.

“Prehistoric” – still partitions of fights even with the events of dangers. Begging, pleeing, and fighting for far greater powers, peace and love. To interject, will be wrong of me so I’ve casted away to sea. Welcome back, how are you feeling? Shut- up, was screaming in the background as noises. Prenaltagic is these words I’m writing. Poisoned, dosages. Refrained from negative and refreshing the mind like, 2Pac’s.*Exousia*

“Terms & Conditions” – though my past had a lot of proud moments, there’re patches I’m still not proud of. My grey area of these thesis told with: intertwining storylines mixed with Greek Languages, via autobiography is based on peace and love. If there’s a way to show enthusiasm on how to say, love in every language; teach me, simple!

Terms & Conditions”- for love sakes, I’ve shed plenty of tears. Felt plenty of pain and abuse, for love sakes. What’s the meaning of life? The real question, should be: “What’s  a means, to the world?” My pririfral of life lately has been vise-versa to human’s, entirely. What didn’t make sense before, makes perfect sense now. When some people’s spiritually speaks to say something to you, that’s abnormal.

“Terms & Conditions” – a spiritual apostle from the past heard my story and cried and so did I. I did my best to shelter someone emotionally distraughted. To be enlightened that sometimes some people just belongs on the 5th floor. Give them longer ropes, and then rip your heart out. Reverse psychology, works in most cases of suicidal ones. Show love for emotional support. Be emphatic, sympathetic, energetic, and verbaletic.

“Terms & Conditions” – the universe speaks to us, it’s up to us to return communication. It is not making big noise but I like to listen, instead of picking up weapons. It definitely, kept me trap on my mission to love. Throughout, these years I’m praying more and reading more. The Prophet Manual is not a myth. I feel my mind is wire-tap just because I spoke of Jesus. I never knew love could be that powerful. Untill it sent me out, in the streets. Praise The Lord! I’m hoping my sons will be forgiving has my father above is. I love you, both!*Exousia*

“Memorial” – March 5, 1980 was the 65th day of the year on The Gregorian Calendar. It was the 10th Wednesday of that year under the Pisces sign. There were 301 days remaining in that year. I won’t have that leisure of a, “Memorial” –I won’t even be remembered, when all is said then done. So I’m creating memories in the present from the past to view in the future.

“Memorial” – pictures are worth a thousand words. I’ve renigh on a contract for taking pictures before. But now it all makes perfect sense, what I was supposed to take pictures of.(The 3rd heaven’s/The Sun/ Thy Lord/The Golden Flaming Chariot and Metatron)I only had 1 chance. The Lord said that he might visit again but don’t know in what form or shape nor how.

“Memorial” –Ephraim is @ drought and in need of quenching so it’s raining for 24 hrs straight. 3pm-3pm. (15:00-15:00) Thanxgvng (Thanksgiving) thunderstorm of shower forecast. Without thunder or lightning! No cooking for me this year! Wanted to get back to my life how it was, before abruptly disturbed.

“Memorial” – swinging upside on tamarind tree branches with a cup of sugar, to overpour in my face. Memories of building kites to fly with plastic bags combined with blind-eye(tree with glue oozes). Memories of having only 1 picture and 1 shoes has a child. Left memories tracking memories back from basics. Memories of being blamed for someone else’s wrong doings. Memories back to when 1 ruined it for all.

“Memorial” – reminisce when there weren’t any places safe to hide money from an uncle. Back to when Grandma’s giving you their last. When Father’s do for their young just because of pridefulness. Mother’s does her unexpectedly best to feed their seeds, even sometimes with children in hands. Please refrain and stop from corrupting the minds of our future.(babies) What I’ve been complaining about Jamaica, West indese on C.I.E.S. and this Cyber attack is probably what was done to Princess Diana’s driver. Which caused her life. *Exousia*

“Dominion” – my love is courageous and gracious because Jesus Christ is more than a conquer. Once walketh in darkness. Mental capacity, dark space! Whenever you’re knowledgeable of darkness, you’ve bitten the bad apple. Though, I’ve bitten the Apple and I am Adam. He has shune his light on me! He’s shown me enough light, so I wouldn’t blew my brains out! He’s shown me the light within humanity. He’s showing me the light to love people.

“Dominion” – how do I question self, when I know I’m spiritual. Why questions, while that’s where doubts builds.(chill/begins/form;etc) While certain thoughts on mind I care not to divulge. But the center of my hair is loss, it’s not like the epidermal(largest organ of the human body). Now, it’s only about gravity and some whose trying to bring me down. Tried to build and work with the systems against me but that’s only the half. When cancer sticks ain’t like it should be candy? How can this be? Just keep me where the light is like John Mayer.

“Dominion” – the white flag is upon my dome. I’m willing to go down with this vessel if I’m making any sense. But I will put my hand up and surrender to you Lord. I will and always, will be working on self even during my dirt-day. Something similar, rolling deep to Adele’s fever; go ahead and sell me out! These scars keeping me on a reminder for start; my heart’s already within the flames of The 3rd heaven’s, by the ways of humans. And I have only my foolishness to blame in relationship to my head being fooled.

“Dominion” –even though I’ve tried, it’s hard to run away. Take my tears for your love and grace Thy Lord. My heart was broken for the 3rd times, once I got smit. I had to save my tears from running away. It was well deserving to reflect and work on my dome.(head) Just because I know how to activate my spiritual elemental surroundings. Like Badu, I’m going to tell you the truth… I remembered: “you can’t use my phone.” And I remember: “you can’t use my bathroom!” Respect to Soldier, holding me down. That I’ll never forget! Love & Respect! I ain’t mad at yuh! Jesus Christ love is like the wings of doves. I know for sure that I’m not the only one, fighting to show peace and love instead of hatred and war! *Exousia*

“Color Ways” – not quite, back in the days. Black and white pictures. Ask of me a lie, now I’m saying it colors. So many colors, C-W not even sure of. Brighter days appears suddenly, no more dim pictures. Rooted so deep but still suffering from light fixtures.

“Color Ways” – fresh lillies for the of blue skies; purple color on top of a crown. Orange Fanta purchased from a store. Golden hairs on my arms to match my skin complexion. Christ loves yellow, just as his royalties. Greener than a spiritual representative of Ephraim. White is pure for love & peace!

“Color Ways” –too much noisemakers, no rhythms nor trebles. Words that tickled spines that create shakes and shivers. Red, green and blue combines appears white. Mine eyes are the colors of The Universe(Cosmic Latte). At times I’ll leave a Juelz on the run. On to later hear the cosmical energies exposing what’s behind closed-doors.

“Color Ways” -The ones who possess wisdoms are seekers of humiliation and patience. Knowledge of the ways on how to stay out of the mix-up(trouble). Instead of us having humanitarian pause we should be calling a, Seize-All-Wars(SAW). Or are we going to be all using braills from acting blind. Tried tarnished a writer by given, blurry visions. Still looking at The 3rd heaven’s with one eyed, open. *Exousia*

“Minor Arc” – Months past by, it already seems as if December 25 th waiting patiently. I’m always at 2 points waiting for a financial relief. How do I get to 5i(points)? At a point where my circle has became smaller. Mostly because I’ve hit the peak, spiritual freedom. Jahovah, have heal my spirit down from being an hothead. This is no guess, I’m just his guest under full control. A jus suh eee go!(That’s how it is!)

“Minor Arc” – lately been feeling numb to this toxic world here on Ephraim. Even while feet bleeding, still walking through this glassroads. Memories of quietness within the dome, but now nature has took it’s course. It seems that, I can’t even shut-up these demon voices. From 1 to trillionth numbers are important. But it still never gave me high hopes. I’ve already shared, how my cup’s full-up & overflowing. Words built legs to climb peaks of the tallest mountains. So I’m sticking to Christ while my wings are broken.

“Minor Arc” – don’t to care about human beings structural and or manuments. These things don’t give me strengths. If anything, the day I can’t breathe again? Is my strengths, glorious and victorious cause he’s king’s of Kings! Feeling as if life’s a rollercoaster. Fido Dido: against no one; having wisdom beyond one’s age is a new meaning to my journey of life. Yet still, some neglecting the teachings from past years of Brother Anancy.

“Minor Arc” – remembering the moments of my Nirvana, nastalgic every 3 days. Still couldn’t believe I was the key to Our Master’s plan. So I’m holding on to hope and patient with faith still. What if I had no strength? What if I’m homicidal or suicidal? Life is blessings, be blessed! Look, what they did to Christ? And why aren’t we enemies of the Savior? Why does he have us light? Why are we all perishable goods, without the knowledge? I’ve never called myself, a Messiah! *Exousia*

“Aberrance” – I’m @ The state of being aberrant from all that I’ve witnessed. Maybe, it’s the fact that some are undressing my mind. It doesn’t make me feel alright. Feeling half left, but nothing really matters anymore. It’s normal for me to rely on one word to relay messages related to my journey. I feel I’m about to explode because I feel crossed. Two times is not the same time around. I’m looking forward to comply, this is me not pissed off. So I’ll pray for, he whom thinking kindness is to take advantage of. We’re greatful and humbled when kindness is received.

“Aberrance” –The way the whole wide world is running, it’s good to create your own stories; now, I’m being contradictive. Don’t know what fun is even without worrying. What’s happiness while some are breaking spirits as if it’s glass. Guess, happiness is only images that became vivid from the mindset. Wondering, why my mind been overturning around the clock? The Tiwaz spirit, within overheard most of your conversations. Keep it a buck @ 💯!

“Aberrance” – if you knew me from childhood, you would agree that speaking my mind is well overdue. Lord, knows if it wasn’t for the Savior. My life wouldn’t be synchronized, from beginning to the end. Simplified by the same old love, the same soul. Jesus Christ, Royal… man! (In a low voice and tone) Royal nuh easy A Bloodclauthe enuh… Noone loved me better . A love that’s deep but can not be measured not even by Planck length.

“Aberrance” – like a wish upon a star and hope for better days and nights. Everyone that’s young wishes to be 21 & older. Everyone’s 40’s and up wishes, to be babies again. Why do we have to lie? Why do we cry? I won’t apologize, if I’ve offended you with words. When will I be smiling again? Funny sense, ran away because I felt I’ve broke all of them. Why, I’m always to blame? Thanks in advanced, for missing me for this weekend. What have I done with your vessel, Christ? Once retired from working in this toxic world, it would be great to live like a bird. (FED) Fly, Eat and Defecate!*Exousia*