‘Stay in the house if you aren’t prepped and properly gauged.
…For my augmented alter-ego
grows more and more lethal,
With each new poem lies
an undertone of rage.
This regal pseudonym
wasn’t meant to be grim,
All he was to be was a rebel without a cause.
A defiance to conformity,
an alliance to humility –
Both brought about by a woman who
walked over my locked jaws.
But pause… that legend was in ‘97,
so for a time this name became irrelevant –
adrift in the confounds of shallow space.
Until it filled a void in the untapped skill of a boy –
A poet-to-be who needed a name to place his face.
With rhyme and reason settled,
this character formed rebuttals
Every time someone would inspire or violate.
But in time he began to feel treason,
betrayed by how rationality rationed his breathin’ –
He existed only when time to mitigate.
This infuriates my captive –
but I’m the active captain
who captures his captions
And releases them in small doses and sections…
But I’ll refute his dominance no longer…
BEHOLD! – my caged songbird
And make way for the rebirth of Reggie Legend…’
As I monitored the expanse
Of this moniker rehashed,
An unseen monster smashed through Steel Waters’ glass surface.
Like a mobster enhanced,
He staged a robbery of my stash:
As my peace was clobbered and bashed from a
monstrous mash which masked a purged resurgence.
So while I managed to congeal a dormant surface
Within Steel Waters’ purpose –
It concealed a torturous version of myself beneath it.
So though I seemed imperturbable,
My reactions deep within weren’t permutable…
They were mutable – merely suitable and nearly moot in stealthy sieges.
But like the legends of sea monsters,
Though few had seen it, there was an emotionally obscene monster
Growing and careening ‘hostiler’ – seeing red from a bullying God.
A God Who allowed monstrous things passage.
A God Who ignored unconscionable scenes that happened…
A God Who gave me a seed with screaming patterns that pushed and pulled alarms.
It was the latter that provoked the bound and sleepless giant within
With an infrasound that beamed right through its heightened skin.
Blighted through thick and thin, it made me sick with jaded and envious shade.
Without gamma rays or a syringe feed,
Once raised, this bamma razed and avenged me…
As the revenge needled by my pen’s deeds tracked an empty and flushed cage.
So though never a nutcase within my bruised manor,
My plush and rustic angst never waned enough to cool his clamor.
As such, I held Bruce Banner’s brutish mannerisms within my soul.
Though beefed up, what I still lacked in physical bulk,
I packed in spiritually lyrical sulks
Which literally backed up a black and visceral Hulk within my mold.
And as my anger churned beneath steeled water pressure,
He rearranged my words from dormant fetters.
Allowing a perfect stranger to distort my letters,
he became the Tyrone Cash to my Leonard Williams.
Coupled with faux composure in my work field,
This doubled the growth of my foe’s earthly build
Until it unnerved my will – growing angrier STEEL from inner unwillingness.
Sustained by an undertone enraged
From such an undertow assuaged,
My muscle tone abated from repetitions of such monstrous weight.
But what was once uttered in notes abased
Began to utterly choke my base…
As my twin brother’s keep became low keyholes in a rage I couldn’t moderate.
These holes were like kinks in my armor
Seen as the beast beneath unleashed an imposter:
Ripped to ‘peace’ like fleece on a heaving monster, my serenity was marred.
That is, until I confessed and repented from my secret:
‘Don’t make me angry?!!’ – that sentence wasn’t even worth repeatin’…
As such words are defeated once perpetual anger creates enmity with God.
But I’ve decided not to let this enemy rob my charge
As a spiritual brother, husband, son, father and bard.
I can’t remain hot and bothered by the consequence of suppressing an anger of sin.
Walking in Truth and Spirit means subjecting
my flesh to ignite its flawed fallacies
As I’m guided while hitchhiking through God’s galaxy…
To deny and hide life’s unhappy abnormalities
only feeds and stresses the rancor within.
Thus, loosening the anchor to him and this temper he wields
Improves the saner strength of my tempered STEEL.
Though it temporarily tempted a tenderer build, I’ve survived the assault.
Striving for a stronger temper-mental instilled,
I’m writing off better notes for my songbird with spiritual zeal
By tuning my attenuated sinew bated by His permissible Will – leaving me primed to exalt.
‘Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.’
– Psalm 46:10
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‘Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.’
– Psalm 8:2
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‘Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath: Neither give place to the devil.’
– Ephesians 4:26-27
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‘Thus saith the Lord; for three transgressions of Edom, and for four, I will not turn away the punishment thereof; because he did pursue his brother with the sword, and did cast off all pity, and HIS ANGER DID TEAR PERPETUALLY, AND HE KEPT HIS WRATH FOREVER…’ – Amos 1:11 (EMPHASIS ADDED)
