RakeemTheRevolutionary

🖋️Inch X Inch

Inch by Inch

Genesis 2:21-25; So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the ribs and closed up the place with flesh. Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man. The man said

“This is now bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh, she shall be called ‘woman’ for she was taken out of man.”

For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh. The man and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame…

Where does one began to explore a woman
Is it the beauty of what’s based beneath the skin/ Expressed through their smiles, Held in their eyes like gems,

Timeless

The jewels that never fade/ Swear I’ve looked in some and been amazed/ If eyes can’t lie what can they say/ Then again, what can’t they/ What better way to translate/ The state of her soul and her mind frame/ Who she is, where’s she’s from, Or her plans for the day

Then again, what can her voice say, Can it sing and bring forth thoughts/ Melodies, reserved for the heavenly, or will she say that she’s lost

If ever there was a shrine/ and a compass combined/ It was me/ The Adam to her Eve/ Who would give his everything/ for her to be, Never offend by a rib/ that was meant to protect me/ Baby, is what I call her cause without her it can’t be/ One who brings life, depths that deep

But can she walk in a way that can make my heart leap/ all because she’s walking towards me/ Glory/ If the battle of Troy stood before me/ And in that fight I fail, could she stand for the memory of me/ Lord willing I prevailed/ after Him would she accept the glory, of my story

I’d love to get her that close, beneath all clothes/ and beyond all pores that aint closed/ Be hold her soul/ Blinding, while fully exposed/ Brilliant, as it seems to pose, as opened palace doors to Forevermore/ Then we can only watch, as they seem to close, inch by inch, for few men have held a woman that close/ And because that’s so a woman soul can seem so, Isolated in a world so cold/ Not merely froze, but scared, betrayed and un-choose as equals by those whose hearts hold holes

So I, drop a couple petals from a rose, in the wake of her robes, May God Bless You
Till He takes you home, and that’s to every woman whose essence has ever touched this globe

You’re Beautiful

Your Brother in Love and Truth
Rakeem G. Rivers
The Riverside Alchemist

🖋️An Era

I’ve been caressed by the flesh,
But I’m still Stone

And I’ve been expressed in these text,
But I’m unknown

What I possess I profess,
Through the lyrics of a poem

And through letterpress I progress,
To an era of my own

I was prepared for this battle,
Now it’s all on me
So if I lose and meet the gravel
Where else could the blame be
See I was born in the shadow
Of those before me
But I learned quick to travel
Or remain for eternity

I’ve witnessed
The fall of a king
And I’ve glimpsed what most would call unseen

Now my words form with a gleam
Cause they glint
With a splint of me

Yes I’ve evolved
But to what degree

I’m still a fraction of what was
And a fraction of what once shall be

A repetition
Of history
Am I destined to this simplicity
Only time will see

I try to control fate
But I think fate controls me
Cause no matter my strength
At times
I still feel weak

Is what I’m trying to grasp that sleek

I think for most
My thoughts are too deep
That’s why they get lost to the beat
Instead of exploring the depths
They get lost to the sea
And instead of a graceful death
They get lost to the beast

Is that a lost for me

Who created all these mysteries
And made I and them interweave
And I find it rather interesting

That with all the knowledge in the world
People still living off they instinct
The righteous and the wicked
Are marching in sync
And those watching won’t blink
Damn I spilled my ink

Need a new quill
That one was getting too bleak
Than again, so many words are cheap
Only expensive when you live them, To Be
And to think

I’m self-taught
I read the Glyphs for me
But experience graduated me
So self-respect a be the class ring
A Moorish Man on a mission
There’s nations afraid of me

Trial by fire
A divine igniter
Feel free to admire
Everything I came to be
After all I overcame to reach

This peak

That’s so high it’s deep
So alive it reeks
And so lethal it reaps
But to each

It’s own

Like to you this is poetry
But to me it’s home
And this honesty is the only time I feel whole

Know what mean

More than words
This is what I do, feel, and believe
All I am
What I breath
What I bring
What I want and need

What a Wonderful Masterpiece

And all life
Is sacred to me

Think different
Please don’t say it to me
Say I got a 7th sense in which you don’t believe
And it’s through an 11th finger in which I bleed
I mean

This ain’t the pen no more
This is me

Bloodstains change to inkblots
What do you see

Nah scratch that
I’m not what I seem
Reflecting lights that can
Never mirror the God in me

God in We
Church, Indeed

Your Brother in Love and Truth
Rakeem G. Rivers
The Riverside Alchemist

🖋️Riverside Alchemy

I hate my humility

How I, speak soft in hopes that it’ll help you
Listen to the weight of the words I breath

I think

My spirit got lost in search of my poetry
And I can’t be true to you
If I’m not true to me
So truthfully

This facade isn’t me
I curse, I smoke, I drink
I mean

My hearts my only claim to prestige
And I’ve been called everything
From a prophet to a beast
Sad thing, is I’ve been each
Once at least
Believe you me
This well runs deep
But I don’t call myself Golden cause I’m perfect

I do so
Because I can and I’m worth it

The name, it’s intended aim
And it’s purpose

Not to mention
My gold enriched skin
It’s connection to the ancients
Or gold in the Kemetic sense
The Sun and it’s benevolence
Or the fact that, my bodies a golden pyramid

It is what it is, if the shoe fits

You see I’ve come to realize
There difference between
Seeking the truth, and accepting it
Or neglecting it
And I don’t say that
To highlight your negligence
Just to let you know that all my reference
Are eternally relevant
So you can tat that or tell a friend

I’m not your run of the mill
Revolutionary wordsmith

I’m an introverted realist
That was called to the pen
Something like Nas, mixed with Talib
Or Black Thought and Rakim
Blended with the audacity
To call myself a poet

Aced alchemy than became the potion
Hotep

So sick of holding my breath
To avoid the notice of these
New age Pharisees

Trying to find ways to condense my essence into a box

But they can’t confide
What they can’t define
And I
Will not hide
Nor apologize

I’m taking a stand for my integrity

Therefore
I sincerely rebuke your critique
And refuse to be
Anything but me
Politically
Incorrect with intrigue
Infinitely
Opinionated

And many would love
To see me sedated

But my death was deified by my life
By my light
And by my will to let me shine

© Rakeem Golden Leb El Rivers