Kuztom Kutz; Kingdom Sends Greetings, Prophetic Poetry Lyric Flow…The Breastplate Of Righteous Pain.

A window view pain illusion of a man…just that quick blink, his appearance vanish…

A window view pain illusion…just below it’s window seal set a pandora box open…oops! memory flops out…

Just blow that window illusion window sea,l pain begins to speak… with a smirk! how dare you have the audacity…but memory of pain becomes strong, persistently….piercing profoundly a throne in my flesh slices my soul with the silent whisper hey! you remember from the beginning. Flesh & blood of men you thought of so dearly, can’t you see how quickly they all vanished…

My noticeable covered hurt had to ask the illusion of man why? How rude! & with sarcasm the pandora box whisper “from the below the seal of the window of illusion pf pain, started going down the list

Your grandfather vanished without speaking…

Your father he danced, laid, & played the game of life, he exited without a proper resolved childhood conflict…no love nor a goodbye…

Look at your to cherished male cousin, selfishly leaving, did they ever think of who would hang with their favorite girl!…just rudely leaven no goodbye…

Your two favorite uncle held dearly to heart just up & left the building…

Just like Melchizedek, King of Salem all the males in your life you held so dearly to heart just up & vanish..like a bad memory, not a trace as without father, without mother, without a genealogy, having neither beginning of day nor end…

The throne in my flesh profoundly piercing my soul says oh! “one last thing you remember Enoch, who walked with God then suddenly was no more…pain sometime sent to point you in the right direction…

Now my noticeable hurt speaks with droplets of blood stains flowing down my cheek, “pain of illusion the pandora box window open as you blow away with the wind & if just so happen to pass Hermon, along the way tell him I really don’t appreciate him leaving so suddenly, we had one last grand party to attend…

Tell him to replace the date & don’t forget to hold me a set in heaven….

Now could you please vanish I got a meeting with happiness…I was told trials & tribulation enable you to have patients, even Ecclesiastes said everything under the sun has a time to heal, a time to break down, a time to build up, a time to weep, & a time to laugh….

Throne in my flesh profoundly piercing my soul I’m tried of talking pandora open box of pain all you do is set below the window seal awaiting your chance to ruin someone day.”

I must scurry along, I see joy awaiting me with open hands…

I understand slightly why all the males in my life just up & vanished…In reality real love never wants to say goodbye…At least now I know at a moment notice in a slight whisper they will come & set with me in my darkest hour…

The Howard’s love like iron…It don’t bend nor break… It only become rusted from not using it verbally

I Love You Big Bro…Rest In Peace! Poetic Flow in remembrance Hermon Bernard Howard passed on January 5, 2020

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