Published in Incarcerated Hearts 03 December 2013

The lacking of Holy Faith is linked to other contents; as in an ultimate wisdom near immoral perfection...
Creating a Godless system, with feeble foundations’ and perverted ideologies’ in ones direction...
Deeper into all the instruments of blind negativity with rapid ineffectiveness...
That always defeats the results of good character, and clear senses for a broader selectiveness...
However, most never venture to consider, that they’ll be surely called, to account for everything they have done...
On that, “Day of Judgment”, for every word uttered, and every phrase heard, up under the sun...
So adhere to all my sounds outlined, and the different requirements, under our conditions...
Catching hints’ and glimpses’ here and there, to acquire the better manners, for better your positions...
God disapproves of even the slightest misleading tongue and inappropriate speech...
Especially when providing various descriptions, which elevate the heart to teach...?

Prayer never mixes in the precludes of indecency, or wrongdoing seen all over the world...

So start with these natural reflections’ of my inner beauty, wanting to spread and somehow twirl...
Inspiring, from the smallest dust particle, to build in styles for knowledge...
As in everything known to man, now to be taught in college...
Is possible by only Gods approval, He knows each and every thing...
Without His power, is like a bird that flies with a damaged, or clipped wing...
So let these words engage, onto your pre-occupied mind...
As God so willed, for my heart too, that has also changed to find...
More commitment as now linking, what slides right off of my tongue...?
Being an improvement for all who are blessed to understand, especially the listening young...


by:

Ja’far Smith-El

 

Published in Love Ice Breakers 22 November 2013
I’ve thought it through for voyaging again, seeding between each line…

Now to let it out like your first kiss, finally feeding that I’m…

The definite, "G-Mommas’ G", and who’s what deserves rewind…

So not ta, though got ta, demonstrate to create, an audience snappin’ jus’ ta whine…

Why I, have held clear hearts, as I'm filling mineral carts, “Adhere”, for all of my words to refine…

Unsure visions seeping to pour, to inject into a soul purer, or less of why I just re-design…

Of the truths stopped, by second dreams popped, beginning in all those lying…

But I'm proudly smiling, when wonderful forks, wander wildly like mine…

Near all those sexy 'n' sweet human watermelons, nearly eaten to their rind…

And those reflection’s are of my miracle works, as taught I’ll never jerk,  satisfying airne spine…

Right off in back of the center of gifted hearts, “On that Spot”, is around my sign…

Volunteering in convictions, because this is Love, and it’s their historical crime…

I’m now payin’ dues for days missed, as those who’ll never should kiss, again while making Love to real poem crying…

Where harder words get switched, but now that twitch, is again softer to find…

As relaxing in the company of Cognac, sharing some good toned Mack, and a special choosing to this Wine…

Then to want, “Being free”, more than me, and this Golden space, in our peaceful mind…

A first proposal inviting, from a fantasy still igniting, of dates when, "Realities Rhyme"…

Because we’ve must’ve been written, like this at-heart spittin’, only for our kind…

To hear these interventions as welcomed is why, quite as good as other poetics, tried to climb…

On these skies, but once her soul does recognize, "It’s Priceless", those Trier’s will stop buying…

Back, and selling out to all that we can do and want for, because in this Life it is our time…

Those most-all dull points change internally, and then will eternally shine…

As we learn to bow and pray, to the Holy way, which truly is divine…

Like learning all my elusive perfections’, ‘of the tens’ of illusions of the nine…
 
Respectfully yours,

By:

Ja’far Smith-El

Published in Thinking of You 21 November 2013
 
 And our minds have the audacity to wander, on this binge with reliance...

Letting hearts superbly quarrel undercover, so we restore our disorder of defiance...

In eloquence for each mouth, staying tough and naturally un licked...

Is how this turbulence searched for its latter as, compassions’ finally clicked...?

 
By:

Ja’far Smith-El

Published in Missing You 22 November 2013
Baby, you know how you still smile, laugh and keep the joy…

And deny my love letters, but I’m still, “Ya Boy”…

You tell me things, that only hurts to the bone…

All I wanted was your penetrating voice on the phone…

“Your breath”, the way you catch it, and sigh at times…

“That’s my love”, like Nan-other, our emotions create rhyme’s…

They do what they do; like now, they even talk back to me…

As I look through these words, they really let me see…

Around the hard felt worlds, that’s intering now over the miles…

Our destiny can’t be this pain, neither these trials…

As nights when we’ve shared, or only when, turning lose of my rope…

And that, “Cucci”, yes, I mean nope, nope, nope…

But “those lips”, who’s really are they, time let me know…

Jerry Springer’s, Oprahs’, or somebody on the Maury Show..?

This is real hard baby, what are you doing..?

Everything-thing, we loved, including the screwing..?

But before I stop writing, just remember this…

Have a Happy Thanksgiving, and a Merry Christmas…

This is from my broken heart talking through dreams for our years’…

I’ve given you my love like forever; now stop these broken tears…

by:

Ja’far Smith-El