Practicing To Be A God

[MENT]

Practicing to Be a God

Namaste
The God in me salutes the God in you.
I am
That prodigal Son
Striving to be The Perfect One
That perfect ashlar
Searching for my Eastern Star
I am
The One who
Shines Light
And
Nourishes the Earth.
I strive
To be a
Superstar
Like The Prince
Of Peace
Because
I am practicing to be a God
So while you are swinging and missing with the fist
I charismatically advance the Light defended by the intellect mist
And while you continue to swing just to catch one
I am spraying knowledge upon everything ignorant under the sun
Because
I am practicing to be a God
The masses
with two eyes you have perfect vision
But you will find
Given one more
You all go blind
But I see you
To you my spirit is invisible
You could never see me
Child of God
With your third eye
You could never envision me,
Your hate
Futilly
Attempts to imprison me
You could not see the divine creation,
The magnificent design
Until I
Fed you
A piece of my mind
Your poisoned message
I just had to reply to
You
Crackberried me
While I
Cerebral cortexted you.
But
The text just isn’t getting through
Why?
Because you nag on my negative past
But
My
Dad sees my future.
If Iron sharpens Iron
Then the soul must sharpen the soul
I am going to control the ID
Like Jesus did
Because
I am practicing to be a God
I want to be
Just like Moses
I want Him to talk to me through a burning bush
I want to be brand nu-bian straight outta Kush
I don’t want to just give my brothers and sisters a hand
I want to lead my people to the promised
Land.
Because I am practicing to be a God
So I honor my parents and I love my kids
And treat my wife like the Queen she is
Because
I am practicing to be a God.
I am
A miracle trying to outperform myself
So I
Take the water from the vine
And transform it into wine.
I make
A blind man see
When I
Hockspit my saliva
To make mud sweet like
chocolate Godiva
Rubbing it on the organ of sight
I make the blind men see the Light
I will
Wrestle with an Angel until my hip is out of joint
Get my point?
It’s real.
I seek that
Mystic Magic
in Aaron’s Rod
Because
I am
Pacticing to be a God
I fly upon a frame of a fowl that flows blackwards
Picking up what we left behind
Yeah though I walk
Through the valley of the shadow of death
I do not fear you
Although I hear you
Defaming my name
I see you
Taking aim
I feel you
Gouge my side
With poisoned tipped pain
But no weapons formed
Against me
Shall prosper
Translation
No ill gotten gains
Because
I am practicing to be a God
God if you are listening I have a need
I’m on Calvary and my pierced side bleeds.
I suffer
From wounds
Inflicted
By people I call my own
And now
They hang me high
Stretch me wide
I bow my head
And for you
I am dying
I have not
Forgiven you haters
But I’m trying
Because
I am practicing to be a God
So remember…
While you’re sitting in class memorizing speeches
I am memorizing the names of grains of sand on the beaches
Because I am practicing to be a God.

[MENT]

Thank you my brother. I am glad you appreciate my artwork.

[Shaman]

"a miracle trying to outperform myself"! That's hot, MENT. The energy of this poem reminds me of the hitsong by Mary, Mary ("The God in Me").

Gratitude,

Shaman