Chokmah's Mission

Set to release my first book of poetry, "Crumbs: From the table of Poetry" around June of this year. Been working; although not as hard as I should :) but hard nonetheless. I have a wonderful publisher, Noel A. Figueroa aka The Anointed Pen who's overseeing this venture and I'm just looking to get established and grounded more in the realm of being a Spoken Word Artist or Griot...so thought i'd post a little something I did entirely seperate from my current book.



Chokmah’s Mission

voice...

raw...power of a call...

the shrillness

of a

voice thru

the

city...

she...

she...

she calls...

no propriety for the hour...

no

care for

how she may look...

no care...

since most don't

see her

anyway...

any...

ways...

she...

calls...her companion, Understanding...

calls...both voices loud...brash...strident and strong...

'PEOPLE!!!'

...she pauses...

'I...SAID...PEOPLE....'

she...

walks, gowns voluminous...

the image of

hair...her glory...

seemingly there and not there...

she aint

of THIS realm... (laughs)

we don't know this woman...this

broad...we

don't know her like we claim...

we...

more intimate...

more familiar with

her...

antagonist...her resister...

woman of the...

woman of THIS world...Madam Folly-

that means Foolishness...

yup, foolishness to THIS world...

foolishness that has passed hesrelf/itself off

as knowledge...has

passed herself/itself

of as

deep wisdom...and insight...

THIS woman...feet pounding pavement...

grabs the attention of

few...

few...catch

sight of this

THIS woman...this

woman of regal

bearing...

class..marks her features, veiled...

veiled...

cause

no one readily sees

no one

quickly gages...the

distinct features of

*Chokmah's face...

"LISTEN!"

voice raised...shofar...

voice...

trumpeted...

mouth...pulsing with life...

mouth

opened...canaverous sound...and breath....

sound and

wind...released...

taking feet...walking the airways, airwaves, frequencies....

walkin

up to circumsised ears...

ears...tender to

hearing...ears prepared to

swallow the stringent sound of emergency...

she calls...

'I WILL SAY WORTHWHILE THINGS...

I...

WILL SPEAK RIGHT WORDS...

MY...

LIPS....I SAID MY LIPS DETEST THE FLAVOR, THE TASTE OF

EVIL...MY WORDS ARE RIGHT...

MY...

WORDS...

WORDS ARE STRAIGHT AND VOID OF CROOKEDNESS...

NO FALSITY...

THEY ARE CLEAR TO THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND........'

understand...

stand under the knowledge of???

understand what???

the reality that you and I

be lost...

aimless walkings and

meandering notions...

plans...

and more plans...

myriad plans...

too many plans...

come...to the understanding that without

HER I and you

are aimless...

citizens of NOD (vagrancy, wandering, exile)

double minds settled within...

double thoughts...

and speech...

double walks...and plans...

more and more plans...instead of HIS

single purpose....

this is

what we understand...

'MY...

WORDS...

THEY ARE CLEAR TO THOSE WHO UNDERSTAND........'

she...calls...

she has rights to be proud...

this

woman calls...this

woman speaks

loud...

louder...

loud-issimally...

she's not finished...

"GOOD ADVICE IS MINE, AND I SAY

SOUND SENSE...I AM INSIGHT AND POWER IS MINE...BY...

ME...KINGS REIGN, PRINCES MAKE JUST LAWS, PRINCES GOVERN

AND NOBLES TOO...ALL OF EARTH'S RULERS..."

feet pounding pavement...

gowns billowing

in the breeze of

indifferent people...individuals...

seduced

and sequestered

by that OTHER woman...content

in their

induced hazes...some are no longer seduced but

have blatantly chosen the

bed of the

OTHER woman...

still...(sighs)

she calls...tirelessly...never weary...

calling...

calling each

generation...each age....each individual past, present,

and future...she calls...

ancient more than time...she calls...

she...stops...gazing...

her face...

her eyes...her insight

sheds tears for those caught in the wind...caught in the

sound and seduction of the OTHER woman...

she pauses to weep...

Lady Chokmah...Wisdom herself weeps before getting herself together...

she resumes calling...and calling...

"I LOVE THOSE WHO LOVE ME, SAID I LOVE

THOSE WHO LOVE ME...LOVE ME...

THOSE WHO WILL SEE ME WILL FIND ME...SEEK ME WILL FIND ME....

SEEK ME...

SEEK ME...

SEEK ME..."

call she does...

movin in

circles...

movin in cycles and seasons putting forth her regal cry...

her entreaty to endless grains of sand...

asking the race of man to

accept her...

accept the one that sat with HIM...

the one that oversaw HIS work and

recommended changes

here and there...

the one

that played in HIS presence...

the one HE trusts...the ONE...

each moment her mission is to gain the ears of HIS children...

understanding that all are not HIS children...she calls...

continues to call...

continues...

to...

call...

her mission until the end of

time...end of days...

she repeats the same

mission...

posing a better arrangement than the OTHER woman...

she calls...

she calls...

will you hear...will you be the one to answer?

selah

[*Chokmah: Wisdom]

©bloodspeaks/2011