4 and 20 Mystery of Sophia
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
“Black Lives Matter”
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
“My Lot”
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