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I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

By Langston Hughes

Posted by The NON-Conformist



Posted: January 27, 2018 in Poetry, Uncategorized
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What is Africa to me:
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Jungle star or jungle track,
Strong bronzed men, or regal black
Women from whose loins I sprang
When the birds of Eden sang?
One three centuries removed
From the scenes his fathers loved,
Spicy grove, cinnamon tree,
What is Africa to me?

So I lie, who all day long
Want no sound except the song
Sung by wild barbaric birds
Goading massive jungle herds,
Juggernauts of flesh that pass
Trampling tall defiant grass
Where young forest lovers lie,
Plighting troth beneath the sky.
So I lie, who always hear,
Though I cram against my ear
Both my thumbs, and keep them there,
Great drums throbbing through the air.
So I lie, whose fount of pride,
Dear distress, and joy allied,
Is my somber flesh and skin,
With the dark blood dammed within
Like great pulsing tides of wine
That, I fear, must burst the fine
Channels of the chafing net
Where they surge and foam and fret.

Africa?A book one thumbs
Listlessly, till slumber comes.
Unremembered are her bats
Circling through the night, her cats
Crouching in the river reeds,
Stalking gentle flesh that feeds
By the river brink; no more
Does the bugle-throated roar
Cry that monarch claws have leapt
From the scabbards where they slept.
Silver snakes that once a year
Doff the lovely coats you wear,
Seek no covert in your fear
Lest a mortal eye should see;
What’s your nakedness to me?
Here no leprous flowers rear
Fierce corollas in the air;
Here no bodies sleek and wet,
Dripping mingled rain and sweat,
Tread the savage measures of
Jungle boys and girls in love.
What is last year’s snow to me,
Last year’s anything?The tree
Budding yearly must forget
How its past arose or set­­
Bough and blossom, flower, fruit,
Even what shy bird with mute
Wonder at her travail there,
Meekly labored in its hair.
One three centuries removed
From the scenes his fathers loved,
Spicy grove, cinnamon tree,
What is Africa to me?

So I lie, who find no peace
Night or day, no slight release
From the unremittent beat
Made by cruel padded feet
Walking through my body’s street.
Up and down they go, and back,
Treading out a jungle track.
So I lie, who never quite
Safely sleep from rain at night–
I can never rest at all
When the rain begins to fall;
Like a soul gone mad with pain
I must match its weird refrain;
Ever must I twist and squirm,
Writhing like a baited worm,
While its primal measures drip
Through my body, crying, “Strip!
Doff this new exuberance.
Come and dance the Lover’s Dance!”
In an old remembered way
Rain works on me night and day.

Quaint, outlandish heathen gods
Black men fashion out of rods,
Clay, and brittle bits of stone,
In a likeness like their own,
My conversion came high-priced;
I belong to Jesus Christ,
Preacher of humility;
Heathen gods are naught to me.

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
So I make an idle boast;
Jesus of the twice-turned cheek,
Lamb of God, although I speak
With my mouth thus, in my heart
Do I play a double part.
Ever at Thy glowing altar
Must my heart grow sick and falter,
Wishing He I served were black,
Thinking then it would not lack
Precedent of pain to guide it,
Let who would or might deride it;
Surely then this flesh would know
Yours had borne a kindred woe.
Lord, I fashion dark gods, too,
Daring even to give You
Dark despairing features where,
Crowned with dark rebellious hair,
Patience wavers just so much as
Mortal grief compels, while touches
Quick and hot, of anger, rise
To smitten cheek and weary eyes.
Lord, forgive me if my need
Sometimes shapes a human creed.

All day long and all night through,
One thing only must I do:
Quench my pride and cool my blood,
Lest I perish in the flood.
Lest a hidden ember set
Timber that I thought was wet
Burning like the dryest flax,
Melting like the merest wax,
Lest the grave restore its dead.
Not yet has my heart or head
In the least way realized
They and I are civilized.

By Countee Cullen

Posted by John the Revelator


The depth of blackness that crucify’s me daily
Taking my inner most self and making it a display
Shelf life with no end, spontaneity and laughing lips plague me insufferably
Reaching deeper within me an endless pit of ill repute
A deification of uncertainty
Hanging in balance my soul, soulless unknown regions
A spiraling stair case of twist and turns and turns and twists of unrelenting suffrage bagging each mystery of whom it beist
Looking deeper and more closely and image that seems to mock and make fun of my fear
A sardonic sad eye smile that reassures me never
A raging sea of froth and ilk undeniable constant stabbing pain
A light that stopped shinning or is it to deeply embedded unattainable
Coming full circle to unreality, apocalyptic fantasy reaming sweet blissful hatred
visions, outer regions exploring
Cacophonies of sounds exploding bringing truth closer to the dull shining fate of being lost
My belly cries out for peaceful solutions, retributions but my thoughts are convoluted
Crying tears of joy, wonderment, sadness, and all else that lies within me

Author unknown

Posted by John the Revelator


Posted: August 6, 2015 in Poetry

We look at ourselves as imperfect imperfections, unjustly

Yet wonder why

The age of the almighty lens defines beauty

Yet we become defined by it’s unsuspecting power

Ah, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but whom does it behold

Is beauty a definition that must be consumed for consumption for the consumer

Beauty is what beauty is; an indisputable rawness of unbridled truth!

Written by John The Revelator

davidandGoliathmovie-HisIt’s amazing how we come across a topic. I was simply reading an article that crossed referenced another site, in doing so I came across a movie that will be released in 2015 aptly entitled “David and Goliath”, which is currently being filmed in Morocco.  My personal grievance if you can call it that, is how Christians get upset with a movie like Noah, which they claim got it wrong by not sticking to the script. How outraged are they going to be by this movie not sticking to the script. In my estimation probably not at all. Before I continue, I simply want to say this outright. This is a great story that has great symbolism. The first five books of the bible known as the Pentateuch can not be proven. This is all faith based. Please read this quote before you continue.

“There was a third white destroyer: a missionary who wanted to replace all knowledge of our way with fables even our children laughed at then. We told the white missionary we had such fables too, but kept them for the entertainment of those yet growing up – fables of gods and devils and a supreme being. We told him we knew soft minds needed such illusions, but that when any mind grew among us to adulthood it grew beyond these fables and came to understand that there is indeed a great force in the world, a force spiritual and able to shape the physical universe, but that that force is not something cut off, not something separate from ourselves.It is an energy in us, strongest in our working, breathing, thinking together as one people; weakest when we are scattered, confused, broken into individual, unconnected fragments”. – (Ayi Kwei Armah, quoted in Chapter 2, Religion and Ideology, “Yurugu: An African-Centered Critique of European Cultural Thought and Behaviour”, Marimab Ani, 1996, Africa World Press).

The accuracy of the bible has/is always been sketchy, we are finding more information daily that proves the validity of it’s stories. The first discrepancy we have is Goliath height. He would have been around 6 and half feet tall. This is according which story you choose to use.  Others have said he was between 9 and 10 feet tall. Let us now dig into the bible. Before I continue, a question must be asked. Who wrote the bible? If it was God then he did a bad job of preserving it. You have to bend yourselves into a pretzel simply for it to make sense or you can take the easy way out like most do and believe it by faith.

This the story: 41 And the Philistine came on and drew near to David, with his shield-bearer in front of him. 42 And when the Philistine looked, and saw David, he disdained him; for he was but a youth, ruddy and comely in appearance. 43 And the Philistine said to David, “Am I a dog, that you come to me with sticks?” And the Philistine cursed David by his gods. 44 The Philistine said to David, “Come to me, and I will give your flesh to the birds of the air and to the beasts of the field.” 45 Then David said to the Philistine, “You come to me with a sword and with a spear and with a javelin; but I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. 46 This day the Lord will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you down, and cut off your head; and I will give the dead bodies of the host of the Philistines this day to the birds of the air and to the wild beasts of the earth; that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel, 47 and that all this assembly may know that the Lord saves not with sword and spear; for the battle is the Lord’s and he will give you into our hand.”

48 When the Philistine arose and came and drew near to meet David, David ran quickly toward the battle line to meet the Philistine. 49 And David put his hand in his bag and took out a stone, and slung it, and struck the Philistine on his forehead; the stone sank into his forehead, and he fell on his face to the ground.

50 So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and with a stone, and struck the Philistine, and killed him; there was no sword in the hand of David. 51 Then David ran and stood over the Philistine, and took his sword and drew it out of its sheath, and killed him, and cut off his head with it. When the Philistines saw that their champion was dead, they fled.

1. David did (1 Samuel 17:50) – “Thus David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone, and he struck the Philistine and killed him; but there was no sword in David’s hand.”

2. Elhanan did (2 Sam. 21:19)- “And there was war with the Philistines again at Gob, and Elhanan the son of Jaare-oregim the Bethlehemite killed Goliath the Gittite, the shaft of whose spear was like a weaver’s beam.”

3. Elhanan killed Lahmi, Goliath brother. (1 Chronicles 20:5) says, “And there was war with the Philistines again, and Elhanan the son of Jair killed Lahmi the brother of Goliath the Gittite, the shaft of whose spear was like a weaver’s beam.” This is NOT the correct answer; that Elhanan killed Goliath’s brother.

You can’t have 3 versions of the same story. We can look at other clues as to it wasn’t David who slayed Goliath. Simply read 1Sam 17.



1. Someone else other than David killed Goliath

2. David killed and unarmed man. David allied himself with the philistines while they made war with Saul

3. The name Goliath is used twice in the story, was later added to the story

4. Much of the story of David and Goliath is missing from most of the texts. For further reading check out “The Bible in History by Dr. Bruce Metzger Pg 96-107. These errors are more likely attributed to the scribes. In what Dr. Metzger calls Unintentional changes, errors, faulty eyesight, faulty hearing, of the mind, of judgement, intentional changes, as well as many more.

5. If David found favor in Sauls sight. After David killed Goliath he brought the head of Goliath to Jerusalem 1Sam 17:54. During this time Jerusalem didn’t come into the hands of the Israelite’s until David was King.

6. The version crediting Elhanan, David was already King. Elhanan was a member of Davids elite fighting force(Davids mighty men or the Gibborim).

As I mentined copyist error, KJV surely bares this out. KJV   19 And there was again a battle in Gob with the Philistines, where Elhanan the son of Jaare-oregim, a Beth-lehemite, slew the brother of Goliath the Gittite, the staff of whose spear was like a weaver’s beam. RSV 19 And there was again war with the Philistines at Gob; and Elha′nan the son of Ja′are-or′egim, the Bethlehemite, slew Goliath the Gittite, the shaft of whose spear was like a weaver’s beam. The KJV version, true to form mistranslate “slew the brother Goliath the Gittite”, should read, “Elhanan slew Goliath, not his brother”! “Again” depends on who are you asking. When we look at 1Chron 20:5 the narrative is Jesus will come from the line/linage of David.

Isaiah 11:10 (Tanakh) Isaiah 11:10 (NLT) John 7:42 (NLT)
10 In that day the stock of Jesse that has remained standing shall become a standard to peoples–Nations shall seek His counsel andhis abode shall be honored. 10 In that day the heir to David’s throne
will be a banner of salvation to all the world.  The nations will rally to him,
and the land where he lives will be a glorious place.
42 “For the Scriptures clearly state the  Messiah will be born of the royal line of David, in Bethlehem, the village where King David was born.”

1Chron was written centruries after the verse in 2Sam 21:17, so we wonder how maybe the translation was changed. Around 1 Sam 17:55 this verse is giving credence to David. If David was the killer Saul would have known David was already a favorite in the royal court 1 Sam 16:21-22


 As I embarked on this study I didn’t realize the of information written about this particular topic was so vast. The main conclusion or the truth is usually defined by the person telling the story. In reading one of the my commentary’s, I realized chap 21 from 2 Sam is/was completely omitted. I will end this by saying this. The Old Testament is a fairy tale, most likely adapted by English translators. The story of “The Philistine from Gath vs David”, reads like it was copied from Thor throwing A hammer at Hrungnir and striking him in the forehead. In simply dealing with this one story, they’re to many problems that present themselves, from the many versions about the height also who killed the giant. People of faith generally excuss this one or two ways. One, they may say well you’re not a believer or they hit you with the super spiritual. It doesn’t matter cause I know Jesus. That fine and all, but you do have to give and answer to those who may ask. Any who, this is a faith based issue. It doesn’t matter if it’s grounded in truth or fallacy.  Lastly, I heard an interview with the writer/directory. He says he wants to stay to the script, you know, literal translation. That will be difficult since you do not have the original (manu-script).

Written by John the Revelator


Posted: June 9, 2013 in Poetry
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Father time

where is your wisdom hidden

Where is your guidance to

light my pathway

Times have been hard for a young

fool in an old world

I’ve heard to respect the elders

but how can I when you

have abandoned me

You have hidden yourself

as well as your love

It’s hard for a young fool

but it’s probably harder for

an old fool

Written by John The Revelator

Hearts and minds leaving open like a tomb

being pregnant with new ideas

only in a time once passed

Hard dances uncharted territories

but yet in still they persevered

never to look back twice

Minds never crossed

dancing galaxies, but

sunshine blessed it’s product

and–they are those

(whom) still remain

with weary eyes

and battered lips

Written by John The Revelator

The Ultimate OxyMoron

Posted: June 2, 2013 in Poetry
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I wrote this many moons ago thinking about why people write poetry. It was me poking fun at it, really it’s me looking in the mirror for self reflection or whatever!


Poetry, what is it but

undisciplined unlearned unschooled fools

I express who I am by writing nonsense

but sell with feeling

My eyes cry you, when I’m sad

My thoughts dream you

My heart beats you

Poetry is for fools who

beat their chest to

prove who they really aren’t

I can create an image that is untrue

nonsense but sell with feeling. This is my

poetry to you

“The Ultimate Oxymoron”

Written by John The Revelator


Posted: May 11, 2013 in Poetry
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Verse twelve of the Tao Te Ching encourages us to live with inner conviction, oftentimes we are guided by outer senses; ignoring our inner vision. This leads to a life of pleasure seeking with the material world; FREEDOM!!!!!

Colors can make us blind!
Music can make us deaf!
Flavors can destroy our taste!
Possessions can close our options!
Racing can drive us mad
and its rewards obstruct our peace!

Thus, the wise
fill the inner gut
rather than the eyes,
always sacrificing the superficial
for the essential.

From Verse 12: Choices of “Tao Te Ching” by Lao Tzu (Old Master)
written around the 6th century BC

Posted by John The Revelator

A Poem for You

Posted: April 23, 2013 in Poetry
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I smiled for the first time
With only a thought of you
With only a gaze I melt
My heart dances in circles
I think I …….
With a whisper
Hello Mr. Jones
I laugh on the inside

My soul has been touched with
Gentle truth
I once asked, where are your wings
With that thought
I think I …….
Run to me dear
Allow me to horde your thoughts
In my hand and share them
How I wish I could, until
Then, I say, I think I …….
Love You

Written by John the Revelator