Slli'm's Virtual Note Pad

Poems

In the Beginning Love One and Others Origin Wasted Wealth

In the Beginning ...

In the beginning, there was infinity.
Since the beginning, there has been infinity.
Infinity knows itself, and sees that it is good.

Infinity gives birth to individual expressions of itself,
houses these expressions within matter, and calls it mankind.
Infinity looks at mankind, and sees that it is good.
Man knows infinity, but does not see it.
Man knows infinity is God, and knows that it is good,
but sees this good God seperate from itself.

Man forgets his infinite self.
Man begins to struggle with man.
Man sees only matter, blind to the infinity within.

Man begins to worship matter.
Man seeks to satisfy matter.
Man does not see that matter will not be satisfied.
Man begins to realize that matter is subject to infinity, and not vice versa.
Man attempts to master matter,
for he forgets that he is already master of matter,
and that matter rules because infinity has been forgotten.

Man begins to disagree with himself.
Man conquers himself.
Enslaves himself.
Murders himself.
Deceives himself.
Man begins to remember.

Man wishes to subdue matter.
Man has empowered matter through misconception.
Man begins to see that matter has no power,
outside of what is given through his own concepts.

Man begins to focus.
Man begins to balance himself.
Man owns his infinite nature.
Man sees God, and knows that he/she/it is good.

Man understands that God is perfect.
Man understands that a perfect God can have only perfect ideas.
Man understands that he is an idea from a perfect mind,
and therfore must be perfect.
Man evolves into his infinite self.

Man remembers infinity.
Infinity never forgot man.
Infinity has always has known and always will know itself,
and see that it is good.

Infinity has never forgetten.
God has never forgetten.
He is waiting for man...
... to remember.

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Love One-And-Others

There is strength in numbers,
There is strength in colors,
There is strength in the love connecting us to each other.
So yes, I am my brother's Keeper.
And really my sister's too,
Even though it may appear that I don't need her.
But the truth,
Is that we are all integral integers in this equation.
And if we new our math, we would face this situation
Of status in stasis.
Our potential makes us variables,
With a value that's undetermined.
And I'm not pounding you with a sermon.
I am astounded and concerned with
Our current lack of focus.
We don't know where we are or where we are going.
And this doesn't only hold for those with dark faces.
Because every homosapien in the human race
Has a place in this.
We must love one another.
We must uncover understanding.
And start demanding more than just wealth preservation.
Instead, the self-preservation
Of our entire civilization and species.
Let's pay the price for elevation, because I believe
There is a higher probability that we could be free
If we invest in we.
But whenever I need benefits and no doubts
I can't get the benefit of your doubts.
I guess my credit score is to low for you to
Lend me a hand.
Or give me chance.
And I guess my cash too short
To afford the price of freedom.
Yet still, I'm seeking to increase your self esteem
While others seem to deem you with
Directly inverse relationships.
Tell you that you’re hard core,
When you crumble like stale potato chips.
They won't let you swallow knowledge,
But they will say you're the hottest
When you're paid to spit.
And they won't tell you that your words are what they use
To keep you subjugated with.
To keep our cycles perpetuated with.
And they won't tell any us that our words
Can be dangerous.
So I try to be engaging when
My verbs are conjugated intently.
I seek knowledge intensely, to grow wisdom immensely.
As a student of forever I will not be dismissed.
See, infinite restricted me
To serve out my time confined within these lines
So you can read my life sentences.
And if forever is how long it takes for all of us to be free,
Then I will write endless.
I will write until our rights are no hindered.
I will write until our sight is unblemished.
I will write until we remember
That we don't need to die to be sinless,
Because God's son already did this.
I will write until we turn from wickedness
And seek forgiveness.
From God,
From ourselves,
And from each other.
Together we can stand the rain, I have the umbrella.
But it won't save you from drowning in your own fallacy.
Scared to search for the truth
Because of where it might lead.
But I don't live my life afraid of what might be.
I live despite what I see in hopes of what could be.
I express the God inside and hope you understood he.
Because eventually, this flesh will be gone for good.
So for that time that it's mine, I will use it for good.
Reciting rhymes for good, not just for goods.
So for every gangster
Seeking the path to hang up his anger, I spit for hoods.
To every project in the D.C. quadrants, I spit for hoods.
To every homeless with a frozen dome out in the cold,
I spit four hoods.
I spit for me.
And if you ask me for one hour, I will spit four, three, Seven, or twelve if need be.
We have to work together,
So call if you need me, and I got you.
And I know the world is heavy, but if you lift I'll spot you.
And if you feel lost, don't quit, because I'll spot you.
I'll just look where the struggle is.
Together we will be where the trouble is.
Over coming this series of disease that we can remedy
If we believe that we are strong enough
There is strength in numbers.
So you can count on support from your genuine brother.
What God has put together, let no man tare asunder.
Let's follow God's plan, and love one another.
Don't hate the race,
Love the person.

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Origin

1976, December the second.
The day the lord chose for this physical form to be manifested.
But existence was true before the earth’s foundations had beginning,
And a destiny of sinning was forged by disobedient origins.
Conflict and confrontation result
As the escalation of spiritual war became apparent,
And standards by which to measure became established.
The reliance on the minds eye and the power of word
And thought to vanquish perceived evil.
Understanding that victory would be the result,
But much struggle would be the cost.
Much trust is given to the one with the might
To send enemies to flight.
Return sight to those that have lost there way,
Knowing that oft times the enemy and the blind are one and the same.
Many attempts are made to deviate from carnal ways
And strive for a life of blissful days.
But often, even the most noble may stray from the path laid before them.
Realizing that spirit may reign only when the flesh surrenders,
And the soul ceases to seek blame for conditions,
Gaining recognition of a world where ideas are not free to live.
It is difficult to believe that evil is so skilled
at obstructing what we perceive.
Focus is inaccurately placed
As it separates leaders who are unable to decide.
Consumed by desires to save face.
Unable to retain faith.
The concept of brotherhood remains a concept,
And assistance has been restricted by convenience.
Needlessly, the power to persuade is wasted.
Used to influence a foolish desire to consume.
Selling souls to those who offer the best interest rates.
Purposes undefined, potential denied,
the truth seldom realized.
1976, December the second.
The spirit was reflected and body projected.
Reconnected with holiness,
Now protected from the rejection neglected self.
New thinking is reflected in my being as I develop self.
Encouraged and uplifted from dejected self,
And free from deaths fatal illusion.

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Wasted Wealth

The most valuable of all possessions.
We possess a finite quantity of this
currency. Freely spending the irreparable.
We fail to invest it properly.
Living wastefully and irresponsibly.
Immediate bankruptcy looming ever present.
This currency dwindles by its own nature.
So spend it wisely, for the hasty decisions
of youth lead to regret in the future.
Wise investors do not spend it on things,
but on knowledge of life, nature, and self.
They understand that the greatest returns
are not purchased, but earned.
Planting seeds for posterity's harvest.
But the reservoir is not endless,
And our spending can not be frivolous.
Because when it is all spent,
you can not earn, you can not borrow,
and there are no refunds.

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