Justan Mitchell

2016-05-10 12:00 am

Child Support Fun!

I'm making payments aligned with divine arrangements that make clear the destiny of what's well know, established and fair.
This morning's depth of fresh air has me positive with cheer, without fear of who is here in love or just there, as a shell of mere existence.
I once sat underneath the Bodhi tree, the place I've always longed to be, for long centuries. Way before Amiri strummed along while rhyming; like mother and father, now son doing some shining! 
He even dances to the beat of his own inner drum a well mixed conundrum, only confusing to none.

I gladly make these payments in fair arrangement until my arrears are done.

Child Support Fun!!

Dangerous Soul Life 

Justan Mitchell

2016-05-05 12:00 am

Is There One?

One shall arise from the midst of these, yes these, these little ones who have watched their parents hung, strung as ornaments on trees, yes these even, in 2016. 
Then their are those without future hopes due to broken homes, these that have been led my mainstreams, instead of being led to mend broken bones, these that say "keep you voice in tone". But I say fear no the word alone.
For when through the spiritual you roam, the heart, mind, body and soul will fill gaping holes, allowing pens to flow freely into places that pencils can't go. But then there are these who pose, posing in a still stance engulfed with frowns of hatred because they just don't understand and so their actions scream,
"HEAL THIS BROKEN LAND!!!"
And this has become their native tongue, crying out for the guidance of the ONE!

Please is there one?

Look into the eyes of those that have died before the age of five,
those that wear hearts of black and blue art, with mental repetitious records rapidly playing the age old song why,why,why?

Why do we experience sacrifice before we experience life? 
Like Christ? 
Why such a cost for these before they learn t be at ease? 

Maybe, 
maybe the world is impregnated by crazy and is on the verge of raising yet another baby?
Maybe,
maybe the man in the mirror reflects hatred because he hates himself?
Maybe,
maybe he can't accept kindness because he's been denied the knowledge of his own true weath, the knowledge his own true self.

And then there are these who are lost without cares dragging along the heaviest wear and tear, with the deadliest raging flare, but tarry not along the road of destruction, because destruction is in the eye of the beholder, but the beholder beholding many self inflicted wounds and self inflicted wounds can easily spell doom!

And then there are these who are serving high stations that need fine replacements! These that have been exposed by their blood drenched tongue, that on self unknowingly and knowingly told. Yes we know these. But sometimes and even one times these can be we. 
And now I see many spirits lost in the overwhelming shadows of IT'S beaming light, spirits claiming underdeveloped knowing as the source of their plight, and so it hurts me to SEE,
Yet even still one shall arise from the midst of these yes these, these little ones who have watched the parents hung strung as ornaments on trees, One such as me.

Is there one?

Dangerous Soul Life

Justan "Potential" Mitchell

Justan Mitchell

2016-05-04 12:00 am

When my peripheral vision glanced at her she did not resemble the Queen of my dreams, not the Cleopatra whose footprints roamed across my back. Instead she painted her own impression upon me.
And due to her own flare, I've grown tense to taste her plate of truth or dare. If you have not gathered the info yet, her Irish sunset over Germany before her floral scent approached me. Then I looked and her twinkle with a smile seductively manipulated the process to be hooked. And I am not speaking of the kind of love that "fictional" novels boast. 

In noticing her high esteem I could not retrieve in memory, surroundings that clearly reflected my wantings. Never to resemble a member of my mental figures of infinite atmospheres, and it is now clear, she was waiting just two steps to the right in the mid of night at a club for those who write. The next lesson is the next blessing, and I think she likes me too! But I'm not speaking of the kind of love that boast lust or that funny feeling from romance novels, not even the wish one makes as "Jeanine" awakes from her bottle. 

I am writing this for you.

Your artistry equates to what my heart's song translates, and I can relate. The Proof of your mental weight has positive potential packed in places beyond superficial positions of great! All of this and I still can't pronounce your name, which leads me to say that I'm and glad my dreams have already been played way out across the intricate workings of Nature's space. And our collective destiny has been predetermined so what will becomes of it, is what we add to IT.
Oh and by the way it is nice to know that chocolate is still love and that spirits still connect and grow, yes it is nice to know. 

Justan "Potential" Justan Mitchell

Dangerous Soul Life

Justan Mitchell

2016-05-03 12:00 am

Blue Beyond The Grey

I sit and wander as I wonder what will the rest of the gloomy, yet blue beyond the grey may bring my way. 
I hope to be like the eagle with fully spread wings. 
And with rain, hail, snow or earth quake I'm ready to challenge what challenges the day brings. 
And I think she might like me today. 
And tomorrows mystery will be the adventure of it's time. 
The things I must endure others have endured by my many mishaps for over 30 years. 
So I'll be patient as I sit here and wander, 
wondering what the rest of today's gloomy, 
yet blue beyond the grey, will bring my way.

Justan Mitchell
Dangerous Soul Life

Justan Mitchell

2016-05-01 12:00 am

Dangerous Soul-life...

Free to be ME
Poetic Universe

I seee you are designing a fallen fatality for me, 
a generational king with a heavenly line of royalty, 
a legacy that born in me. 
And in that you must have seen in my predetermined destiny. 
Now I see clearly what you must have already seen and that's why you can't be truthful shaitan my frienemy? 
And the lies you tell to swell the minds of those in power, 
those who seek to devour, me me me And yes in deed it is all about me, 
selfish recovery. 
I'm on the plane and I need the mask to save myself first then Amiri, 
my born leader, ruler, prince, and future KING! 
My first and only biological seed. 
The boy in the mirror is reflecting me. 
When I was five I began to die and now that I've risen they still ask the age old question why, 
because I lied first and the result was others took advantage. 
Now I'm again in love, but this time it's with me myself and I. 
The man's reflection when I stand at the edge of flowing streams, 
tells me that this man is ok and he loves what he sees, 
Looking back so calmly without the use of nicotine, 
intoxicating drinks or weed, medicinally or recreationally. 

Yes I'm free I'm free I'm free to be to be ME.

Poetic Universe.

Dangerous soul-life...

Justan Mitchell

2016-04-13 12:00 am

The Near Perfect Gift

In the former days of boyish ways,
I walked in a maze and talked on then plains, 
of my humanness.
And of this list my name was skipped, 
like a gone astray wish of a dreamscape in which, 
I could only reminisce.
But now that I've awakened my love has been accepted by you, 
the near perfect gift.
So this time words and I try to rhyme, 
hoping to duplicate the magnified vibe that transmitted from your eyes, 
but when I over intellectualize, 
a development of nearsightedness takes me by surprise.
So in the name of the most high my refuge and supply I've been blessed with a divine, 
and through that intervention the spirit translates my earthly dimensions,
developing gateways to elevate toward worthy extensions of which I've never transcended, 
and I should mention that proverbs 31 represents a flair of dimness next to the rare exquisiteness of you the near perfect gift.

A.V. 
A.M.

Justan Mitchell

2016-04-13 12:00 am

The Emanating Beam of Fertility

My soul strikes a balance with the dynamic motion of movements, 
that make the natural laws of consistency alive and evident within the co-existence of all universal realities, 
by embodying those that are adhered to sensibly, 
as well as those that dwell within the realms of the unseen; 
while embracing the multitude that are nestled beneath my feet, 
underneath the earths canyon and peeks, 
that seek to reach toward the atmosphere, 
pass the far extended dimensions of the heavenliness, 
extreme excellence, 
where the continuous ends to the ever flowing flows to the roads where the unknown streams of oxygen are obsolete.

My soul owns liberation and controls the zones to freedoms formation, 
and since it is endowed with a natural law of non-biasness; 
it does not wish to disconnect itself from the many polarities of truth’s expansion of its many manifestations of creation, 
all in all is relative.

Continued to be…

Justan Mitchell

2016-04-13 12:00 am

Mother

Mother of Style and Grace the load carrier of the race

Mother, our comforter of shade in mid summer.
Mother, our near perfector, 
the rare refresher of constant blessings from the fair blesser,
from He who blessed Her.

Mother, desiring to bring up the multitudes,
after a long nine months of serving two
Mother, responsible being for all of humanity,
and all the other creatures we see.

Motherhood, 
to the single fathers doing what you are supposed to do,
raising the levels of consious understanding, 
this one's for you, mothers too.

My Mother,
One with a Queen's eye and high esteemed Pride,
blessed with a natural high,
off life she flies.
I Love, Honor and Adore this Mother of mine.

Mother of Style and Grace, 
she can light up a room with her smiling face! 
But be careful, 
don't let a woman scorned takeover a loving Mother's place!
Mother will discipline when pushed the wrong way, 
now it's the grands who better fast and pray!
Teacher of many lessons,

Mother of Style and Grace.

For my Mother.
C.L.M

Justan Mitchell

2016-04-09 12:00 am

I Don’t Wanna Hurt No More

I Don't Wanna Hurt No More,

But beyond the disguised lines behind Grey skies, 
there’s always blue for sure!

And as I look to explore the naturally visible,
The demonic curse still can’t touch me!
See, I ran for years surviving multiply shots from peers,
And just, because, I was lucky!
But I kept my divine trust in thee!

Thee divine intervention is my friend of divine inventing, 
with divine intention,
And I must refrain not to mention,
That the beginning, has begun.
As I look eastwardly toward the daily non failing rays of the constant rising of the sun,
Oh say can you, see? Some? 

I hurt for times such as these, 
Times painfully manifesting in me, 
a well defined and well refined majestic Being!
The well awakened Well in me, 
A well rounded ME!
Accepting want I receive,
Life as it is shown and thrown to me.

As I breathe openly and free,
Ignorance, to me is a bliss blissfully
Oh say can you see this wish list wishfully?
No pain no gain exquisitely!!
Like seeds bursting through their shells with looks of uncomfortability,
Looks can deceive deceivingly.

But I don’t wanna hurt no more,

But newborns will be born for sure.
Escaping wombs infused with natural warmth,
While bringing pain described by the mothers traumatically, vocalized cries as alarmed though out hospital delivery rooms and floors!
And yes I don’t wanna hurt no more,
But beyond the disguised lines behind grey skies there’s Always blue for sure.

Like blood before being released from inanimate ball point veins,
Is he insane? 
What manner of man, is Jus-tan, anyway? 
I did not intelligently design time to fly this way!
My lessons of spiritual perfections are taught fast and learned slow.
And I know conscious awareness is a no no to my societal opponents and foes.

I wanna hurt some more, 
standing at the core, at commercialism door,
calling for applause and an encore for a costly mental collision and fall!

I wanna hurt some more.
I wanna hurt some more.
Because beyond the disguised lines behind grey skies there is ALWAYS blue for sure. 

Beyond the disguised lines of grey skies there is ALWAYS blue for sure!!!

Justan Mitchell

2016-04-09 12:00 am

Home Sweet Home


I want to go to a place where wrongs become rights, spontaneously systematic like tax hikes.
A place where fights are the last resort when handling plights.


I want to go!


I want to go to natural zone of flight where mental spikes reach spiritual heights.
A place where the featured attraction are children as they play,
where play is an unexpected lesson to be perfected.


I want to go!


I want to go to a place where action and reaction have a common turn toward our collective burn.
A place where death and dying don't exist,
where notions of creation are an ocean of manifestations that embraces the vastness of what is.


I want to go!


I want to go to a place where joy swells over anger,
where the smell of hell is a distant stranger.
A place to look deeply into hard aches and grief,
a meditative island designated for relief.......


I want to go!