random rants of inspiration – poem

If ignorance confines the purpose In which we were designed

Than wisdom frees

Our destiny is the Divine destination That eternal vision sees

Insight discerns the spirit You have to be quite to hear it

HIS presence is the essence That reveals to us where the mission leads

I am positive I can pronounce Profound poems with proficiency

My prerogative is to push pass the surface To show you what your worth is

You were born with purpose In spite of how you might Perceive your deficiencies…





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Rich and beautiful images capitalizing off the emotional connection our soul makes with the village. Potent and impoverished Polite and punishing Our people pressing back and forward towards a purpose predestined before the seed was materialized that pushes the ghetto rose through the cracks in the concrete. Love can be seen in this picture of us. This is us who came to this new world in chains dreaming of home forced to make peace with pain. This is us playing hop scotch ,jumping rope, and shooting hoop’s. This you praying that hope doesn’t dissipate and your dreams don’t disappear to the disappointments of what life is like growing up on this block. This is you. The village – Eric Haylock

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the essence of her crown ~ poem

I appropriately honor her essence
Her presence is heavy like a crown
She reflects Elohim
We esteem her message
Her magnificent beauty is profound
Her strength is majestic
Our eyes digest impressive curves that almost can’t be verbally expressed through sound
So we pay homage to your glory
Sing your story although we expound so poorly
Sometimes I feel like we let you down
I appreciate your patience
We deviate from the ancient peace
As royal priest I carry your grief
And vow that your feet never touch the ground

Champion Rebirth of a warrior ~ poem

…may the scriptures be the adventure

That you so courageously explore

I know the weight of the burden

That is on top of you

But no obstacle is impossible

Although the enemy would convince you

That success is improbable

But Congratulations

For you are blessed victory is quite literally

already yours He’s just the master of manipulation

He wants to confine your dreams see How he uses exaggeration

Your destined to design dynasties

Called to create civilizations

We were told we are insane

Not for our capacity to cope

But for how we so desperately clung to the

Hope of the believer

We overcame the tragedy and vicious treachery

Of the overseer

And you still want More of a explanation

Of why when our cry’s for justice were made quiet

We lit fires at riots

Like night vigils

Sung Hebrew spirituals as lamentations…

the Gospel~new poem

perhaps the purpose of a poet

is to produce proverbs

articulate how the adversary

can manipulate our iniquity

I beseech the eternal

my belief is a portal I speak as a mortal

but these are the Most High Words

I educate on inspiration

to elevate us into victory

with the wisdom of a griot

the vision of the indigenous

to see how a bitter root can make the tree rot

laying aside all bitterness

giving honor to the HaMessiach

laying to rest all oppressive viciousness

from our captors schemas

because revenge is an inferior vision

listen

I overcame the religion of imperialism

to live out the fullest extent of my dreams

yes, colonialism first sent the missionaries than they sent the ships

epistles preached with censorship

become missiles of deceit that rip through black tissue causing grief

early Christendom was hostile to the black family

with uncanny limitations

if the gospel is humanities liberation

a redemptive plan in this wicked fight

those who have been elected understand that they are selected

to submit to His commands and inject His light

in this dark insanity

purify our heart from vanity

our connections to a concrete faith in which we will never depart

no matter how harsh the calamity

Salvation is the activation of destiny

our inner man being perfected in Christ

the gospel is Zion sent a ruler

the Lion of Judah

perhaps the point of a poet is to realign us to Yahuah

paint lines the ignite our Divine purpose

motivate us to fight in spite of how this life seems to have left us behind in the sewer

it seems like the Israelites is designed to have to climb from manure

His sacrifice gave us answers

as Nazarite we are the branches

the vine is Yahshuah

if we are not producing fruit than we are just conduits of cancer

I come against the curses of my opponents that seek to reduce Thy Word

and make my heart sick with hate and instigate the sin in me

perhaps the purpose of a poet is to produce proverbs

articulate how the adversary would manipulate my iniquity – Eric Haylock “last apostle” 4/8/2019

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