The Blackboard of God

By Eligah Boykin

The author invites citizens of Earth to ponder the agonies of the damned as he strums the Black Hole Blues for saints and suckers alike. He also cordially requests that the dove and the raven go beyond their studies of the politics of death in order to consider new forms of freedom. Those newly graduated from Scoutmaster School may also attend to romances of the highest mind in order to begin their studies as Sons of Lightning once they have copied down their lessons from The Blackboard of God. Innocent bystanders are also allowed once they have made their way between the church and the whorehouse and hopefully will find treasures of understanding during visiting hours of the crucified.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781503526709

Eligah Boykin

The author, Eligah Boykin, has logged many miles hiking to the local Cinema House between Mack and Saint Jean. He has caught the Warren and Crosstown buses many a time to the Grand Circus, Palms and Adams theaters. He has whiled away countless afternoon hours watching the offerings of Bill Kennedy, Elwy Yost, and Robert Osborne; famous Movie Television Hosts. Now he wishes to share with you his own reflections and insights regarding one hundred of his favorite movies. So get the popcorn ready and check your DVD collection. TOWARD A NEW CINEMA is in the house!

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ISBN: Softcover 978-1-5035-2671-6

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Rev. date: 12/22/2014

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Contents

DEDICATION

PAID IN PUSSY

THIS GOD WITHIN

RICOCHET HATE

MOON ANGEL

TRUTH IN COMEDY

THUGOCRACY

POLITICS OF DEATH

THE SEARCH FOR PERFECTION

HEAVEN ON EARTH

MACHO MADNESS

CLASSES IN DEGRADATION

DIVINE DISCONTENT

ACE OF SPADES

ASSEMBLY LINE OBSESSION

BEYOND ALL WORLDS

BLACK HOLE BLUES

CITIZENS OF EARTH

FORMS OF FREEDOM

INNOCENT BYSTANDERS

INSIDE GOD INSIDE

MENTAL NOTES

MYSTERIES OF LOVE

SONS OF LIGHTNING

SOUL OF PROGRESS

SUNDAY BEST

THE ENEMY WITHIN

THE GREATEST INTIMACY

THE WALL AND THE DOOR

LOOKING FOR SEX

WIRED TO WIRE

ALL THE GLORY DETAILS

CONSIDER THE SOURCE

DIVINE GUIDANCE

EMBARRASSMENT OF RICHES

EXERCISES IN HUMILITY

FEAR OF FIGHTING

GUILTY OF LOVE

NO FREE LUNCH IN EDEN

SNOWBALL MOMENTUM

THE CHURCH AND THE WHOREHOUSE

TRACTION IN ACTION

VICTORY FOUND HIM

WHEN THE GODS

AIR OF HILARITY

CONQUEST OF FEAR

FACES OF EMPOWERMENT

LABORS OF ECSTASY

WELCOME HOME ELIGAH

ADVENTURES IN SOULGASM

ATHEISTS AND ANARCHISTS

BRUCE LEE FOR A DAY

PRISONER OF ONAN

UNKNOWN TERRITORY

EXERCISE IN FAITH

MODEL OF FAITH

ONE HUNDRED FRENCH KISSES

OF THE SELF-DESTRUCT MODE

PUBLIC RELATIONS

AGONIES OF THE DAMNED

ALL HAIL THE MONGRELS

ROMANCES OF THE HIGHEST MIND

THE CRUCIBLE OF FEAR

THE DOVE AND THE RAVEN

THE MYSTERY OF ABILITY

BALONEY FESTIVAL

BARBARIANS AND PEARLS

BARGAIN BASEMENT

BASEBALL AND BLONDES

BEHIND THE WALL

BOOYAH, BABY, BOOYAH

CALL TO GREATNESS

CELEBRATING PROFESSIONAL SUCCESS

CHAMPIONSHIP FORM

COMMAND AND CONTROL

COMMON SENSE ATTACK

CONFORMATION OF DIVINITY

CONQUERING TEMPTATIONS

CONSPIRACY OF MISUNDERSTANDING

DIVINE EXCRETA

DIVINE INSPIRATION

DOCTOR BLOCKBUSTER

ENTERTAINMENTS OF LUST

FORM VERSUS FUNCTION

FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES

FUTURESHOCK LOGIC

GET UP OFF OF THAT CROSS

GOD AND IMAGINATION

GOD IS MY FAVORITE SUBJECT

HAVE MATTRESS WILL TRAVEL

HUNGER FOR LOVE

HYPOCRITES PARADE

HYSTERICAL SEXUAL

IDYLLS OF A DIRTY MIND

INFINITE SIDES OF LIFE

INNER STRENGTH

KNEE- JERKING

KNOWING AND FUCKING

LIMITS TO GROWTH

LIVING IN DIGNITY

LIVING SCULPTURE

LOST IN THE SHUFFLE

LOVE OF DEATH

LOVE OF LIFE

LOVE OR TECHNOLOGY

MACHINES WILL FIGHT YOU

MOUNTAINS AND MOLEHILLS

MUSE BEES

MYTHS OF IGNORANCE

NO DEPOSIT-NO RETURN

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING

NO ROOM FOR LOVE

NON SEQUITUR

OFF THE SCREEN

ORIGINAL TERMS OF AGREEMENT

OVERCOMING LUST

PROFESSIONAL DECORUM

RELATIONSHIPS OF POWER

SACRIFICE AND SALVATION

SAFETY FIRST

SAINTS AND SUCKERS

SCIENCE FICTION CLUB

SCOUTMASTER SCHOOL

SEDUCTION THROUGH MYTHOLOGY

SET FOR LIFE

SEXUAL DIGNITY

SOUL INTO FLESH

SOURCE OF EMPOWERMENT

SOURCE OF GRADUATION

SPEEDBALL

SPIRITUAL GIFTS

SUPER PLATONIC MAN

TASTE OF AMBROSIA

THE BLACKBOARD OF GOD

THE GRACE OF GOD

THE GREATEST GOOD

THE MISSING INGREDIENT

THE MORAL IMAGINATION

THIEF IN THE NIGHT

TREASURES OF UNDERSTANDING

TRICKS OF LIGHT

VISITING HOURS FOR THE CRUCIFIED

ZOLTAN THE MAGNIFICENT

DEDICATION

The author would like to extend his gratitude and thanks to the following kindred spirits for their invaluable assistance.

Firstly, I would like to thank Meghan Brown, a former Creative Writing Classmate from the College of Creative Studies. Hearing her recite her poetry and seeing it in print inspired me to once again work upon my own. She cheerfully allowed me to use her as a sounding board for my ideas and pontifications and as we traded our poems between each other, my desire to amass a body of work in the poetic vein was amplified and developed.

I also owe a debt of gratitude to the Artistic Models I have encountered on line and at Clifford Harris’ Saturday Drawing Clinic. These ladies often provided the naked inspiration that proved to be the air beneath my wings giving me lift. I would also like to thank Ziam Penn, a renowned Detroit Model and Performance Artist who posed in our Drawing and Sculpture Classes at the College for Creative Studies. He became the subject of some of my best work. I would also like to thank Barbara Jean Luxford, Mary Dunlop, and Monique Lucy Weberink for sharing their poetry with me and allowing me to share my free verse with them in all its forms.

Finally, I would like to thank Andrew Jackson for enabling a starving writer and artist an opportunity to get back on his feet once more. Frank English for inviting me to rap with him as he painted one of his murals at the House of Jacob, Marty Berg for showing me how to read a poem seriously and for inviting me to his father’s Photography Exhibit at the 555 Gallery and Abstract Expressionist painter John Spivey for helping me get back on wheels again. I also have my sister Joel Boykin to thank for her care and devotion, Metha Buysman for reminding me what the Hero’s Journey is all about, and my parents Eligah and Mattye Boylin for providing an air of intellectuality in the home.

Eligah Boykin Jr.

PAID IN PUSSY

Following his recommendations to thoroughly study ‘CATCH-22’ and ‘THE CLAN OF THE CAVE BEAR’, he was doubly gratified when besides basking in her shining comprehension she decided to reward him with a check that was dated and stamped with the coveted signature of her own grateful pussy now duly consecrated with his new knowledge

Together the two of them worked hard on their projects for Film Festivals and when they gazed at each other over their own won trophies lovingly floating on a wave of winning that turned out to be a flying carpet love landed between them snapping and flapping sheets as he swam in the healing waters of her own rejuvenating pussy now a health spa for his soul

Biking and hiking through the hinterlands of the enfolding unknown and navigating the sundry trails through treacherous and mountainous terrain leading to the mysteries of their universes the two came often upon those little out of the way places where he could groove in the natural wonders of the sacred grove that was her reverentially worshipped and blessed pussy

When they brought that little bundle of babe back from the hospital swaddled and diapered and yowling for some breast milk it was all good even while the calculators in their minds added up the costs for dental and medical and daycare to realize that some of these items are not meant to be marked ‘paid in her own crucified pussy’ with the bone breaking agony and miracle of birth

Eligah Boykin Jr.

August 2nd, 2013

THIS GOD WITHIN

Why do anything at all unless you can put the finishing touches on it the way God intended and would do were he standing in your moccasins and sitting in your teepee having a powwow with the nations of the Earth and settling the reckoning with all injured parties finally over a peace pipe

Once you realized the search was over and nowhere was it to be found more than where you are standing right now at this very moment there was nothing more to be done but to be it until you discovered love somehow according to the divine guarantee where nobody was looking for it in the eerie lost

Surprised to have found it in such unexpected quarters most squint and rub their eyes in disbelief and ready an explanation designed to deny the evidence of their own senses baffled here now running their fingers throughout the riches of goods that until recently proven unavailable to all of them for reasons mostly unknown

Swirling there in waters too deep and roiling to fathom are your possessions awaiting you not as a reward for services rendered or deeds accomplished in the past or even according to some grandiose and far flung scheme for the future, but rather as the natural and just desserts and dictates of a primeval force known better as this God within

Eligah Boykin Jr.

September 8th, 2013

RICOCHET HATE

Nothing is as blood curdling as the feel and the sound of a gigantic razor blade slicing through the wind with the speed of the Grim Reaper’s scythe and gone before you know it racing to take its invitation of death all the way down Six Mile across Woodward to the Eastside

Echoing a forlorn cry beyond all help to the furthest reaches of the void on the edge of the unheeded car horn blaring its drowned out warning to the last outstripped touch of sanity now left far behind in the thrill and the rush and the lurch of a miles per hour joy ride looking in vain for a fresh tragedy

Sighting far ahead into the future nothing appears to be looming on the horizon to collide with but the day is young and the gas tank full and the scenery flashing away on either side so fast the scales are indeed tipping the odds in your favor quicker than the blink of an eye that you just might be meeting your match at the crossroads

Something in the atmosphere is poisonous enough to congeal into fists and exhale bullets while little boys leap flying from flaming buildings and little girls say their prayers before tucking themselves in for the night as you ponder over the pedal whether it is your hate and anger doing the driving or