Servant of the Dark

Damned to fleshy scorn

A world of chaos

and distant shores

The Spark is nigh

and the light never fades

Aeons beyond the Hand

that holds Eternity in

Palms

A

Life

Stronger

than Death

Itself

As Soul grows

Eyes

shall never know

How’s or Why’s

yet, deep longing

a call

to us all

beyond the grave

so great the reward

Sweet the taste of Love

even from below

The prototype of Grace

Aspiring today to

reach new heights

Sophia the 4 and 20

Mystery

7 metals and

the three laws

Of the Universe

The One

Holy

Ineffable

a veil of mystery

throughout human history

A secret secure doctrine

beyond space and time

Shattered Oblivion

and Death is

to live once more

to reach our assigned

Gates while Praising

what’s above

Remembering

that which is below

Forming the Logos

Weaving magic spells

with Wisdom of all Ages

Romanticism gives

Meaning to a Just

Life

Cause to Effect

Predicated verses

that definitely

define the subject

Heaven and Hell

must know,

We defy with

Will and Spirit

that our names

be written in

The Book of Life

Infinity to Eternity

our love is truth

and the sages

do Scribble

that

We

Manifest

Nature

and

Destiny

Kevin Guru

We have given them

pathways into our

pathetic existence

we’d become the

pandemic welfare

and healthcare’s

crisis

an experience

a callous experiment

long after “Tuskegee”

Hatred like Wildfires

in California

overdoses of heroin

dirty needles and

corruption

yesterday, today, and

tomorrow?

correct us if

we’re wrong,

but judgment day

seems like it’s

here to stay,

“if we may ask,

What have we done

so wrong

“our voices”

go unheard?”

We’ve given them

a way into our demise

through rhythm and

rhymes

the messages can’t

be all lies

Let Privilege tell it

it’s justified by

loopholes and law

an imbalance of

divinity and royalty

the textbooks sell it

mirrors for tell it

horrors reflect it

like a sour fortune

bitter the chastening rod

bleach stains hide it

the truth of

crimson blood

a scorching war

memories on

the leaves of

southern leaves

Heaven is weary

and He’ll cries rises

echoing the toxic

ashes of history

Sulfur mixed with

the violent violation

tear gas and political

compartmentalization

defect infections within

a nation

anthropology’s definition

and categories

Niggers, Coloreds, Negros,

Nigggahs,

archeological factors

we were once a

Royal Priesthood

Sublime even

Their way in

wasn’t forced, but

welcomed by

beats and lyrics

horrible storms

and stories

via airwaves

robbed of humanity

because we’ve been

touched by the sun

direct decent defendants

of Son of Man

God evenly placed

in our D.N.A.

Yet we allow

dissension and division

by class and isms

we made Harlem and

Atlanta a Mecca

remnants of

“The Black Renaissance

stories of Struggles’ Pain

Painting, Rapping, Dancing,

Drumming, photographing,

Singing, Preaching, Teaching,

Writing, Art out Loud

stories of Negritude

being invisible like

the air

“We Can’t Breathe”

We Can’t Breathe”

We Can’t Breathe”

Can’t explain the

hate away

We gave them real eyes

while the prize is Freedom

“Oh Freedom Coming

Oh Freedom Coming

Oh Freedom Coming”

Martyrs we became

sacrificed brutally

Crucified like

“Christ”

for Dignity

and Human Rights

Human Rights

God Given Rights

We gave them a way in

B.L.M.

“They call it

Black Lives Matter”

Black isn’t absent from Light

Aren’t Lives are Sacred?

Matter is physical

not invisible

Calling to Firm Form

the forecast and foresight

of what’s right

Injustice by light

and by night

is abhorrent in

God’s line of

Sight

We all must face

one another

ask for might

to do what’s right

Is that Alright????

“Black Lives Matter”

By Kevin Guru 2020

from the ground

man given form, from the dew drops,

I being formed clay

have fallen from Glory

placed in Eden’s care

to sacredly abide

with a charge to keep



steady the Master’s feet

round about me,

separate our steps

knowing full well

my lot,

“Not my Will”

but

“Thy Will be Done”

until

Heaven and Earth

do pass before me

The cross roads

where the crowd

meet my crown

looking upward to

Glory,

death may seek

to tear me from

Earthly foundation

eternal fires do

forge the

Trinity within

The yoke of life

and Liberty a mutual

task my soul does bear

while beaten by worldly

cares and carnality

“It’s designed to consume

all that comprises me

Is Devil or Demon to

blame for sulfuric tears

scorching my skin with

the passion that

I, man may once more

return to

“His Glory”

A seat near the Thrown

Of The Most High?

From the passion of my

chest a bed of thorns

and roses rise into

the darkest night sky

Yet Still,

A Love Supreme

calls to me at Calvary

My Gailgatha and cross

to bear until it’s finished

and Salvation is my lot

by Faith in unchanging

Promises, The Word is

Immortal Techniques

Of a Plan to have

Man Return to

The Eternal Flames

Of a Love so Sweet…..

Kevin GURU © 2020

from the ground

man given form, from the dew drops,

I being formed clay

have fallen from Glory

placed in Eden’s care

to sacredly abide

with a charge to keep