Pure

 Grit my teeth.. cease
My heart skips a beat
My smile broadens... crease
Inspiration unleashed

All 6 senses.. heighten
Proceeding the evening
Stringed up and synapsed
Collapsed lungs.. start breathing

Oh my, such a sweetness
A big ticket item
The deal only sweetens
When infused with writing

You may tyraid for nine days
Until you get migranes
Instead of controlling
Be ocean, waves rolling

This idea is stolen
Like air from the ozone
Delighted to sea all the police
Patrol on

Such anticipation..
Both aware and waiting
The fire springs rapido
In emancipation

Ooowee this is splendid
A climate more temprid
A unified blessing
Gives this poem an ending..

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Give Up?

Day by day
Hour by hour
Moment by moment
Hold steady

Dont let the dying of the light be the death of you
Depression hurts, dont let it be the end of you
You have so many stories left to write
Smiles to craft, tears to cry
Days to sulk, and also celebrate

Dont let the pain define your entire frame
Be bold and accept help, be strong and endure
Perhaps this lapse in reason has convinced you,
your story has ended.. but..

Your story is not over..
You have many tales to script and live
Many moons to embrace and preserve
You don't need correction, but protection
A listening ear to dispel fear and folly
Peace to those who struggle
Faith to those who cannot feel
Freedom from the bondage
Strength in perserverence
You will make it through
You will manage
I can promise you this,
It gets better!

Cosmic Radiation

Theres an ocean between myself and the stars
A fate intertwined with doors left ajar
It aint out of habit, I can't understand it
The grit of the grasses that scower the Planet

A pillar of patience shoots from the Atlantic
A circle of stone perches up in the Arctic
A season of thistles, mirages, and missles
Consider the latter as anchor for hardship

This ocean it glimmers out into the night
Blocking the view of an eternity bright
Witnessed at a distance, the passing of cars
Can be used to infuse a poet with psalms

Im reading these palms, that labor and toil
That grow stiff when old, then soften when spoiled
They map out a story, through sequence and line
One for me only, yet isn't it fine?
To share every memory, most one at a time
To replay the melody within our minds?

Theres a sea seperating both doing and trying
I've crossed once before, though it felt like dying
I'll do it once more, summon strength from afar
From the womb to the tomb,
From the Earth towards the Stars.

A Lone Wolf

A twig snaps, and the lone wolf notices the moon hanging above him. Bright, resilient, alone. A testament to the night, a product, but certainly not an ornament.

It hangs high in an open sky, and below a wandering wolf ever so slightly marks the snow, navigating the familiar and unknown terrian of the woods. With an acute sense of smell, the wolf knows it is unfollowed and alone. His bushy tail whips the snow playfully as he prowls on.

Heading deeper into the corridors of the forest, beyond the streams of crystallized ice and snow, and towards an untold destination, his awareness is clear and spotless as the surface white. The mass in the sky illuminates the way ahead, refracting light off the snows and exposing new, shimmering pathways. This fierce but furry creature spots some shelter ahead.

A fallen oak tree sprawls out across the forest floor. Abandoned and suitable for a wolf's crawlspace. He squeezes his body into the open tree trunk. Fitted in this hollow log the wolf stares into the darkness for some time, until finally falling asleep.

The beast slumbers, but does not dream. His focus burns intensely like a white inferno, dispelling all hallucination. It is himself, the night, and a radiant moon above. All coexisting, in this dreamless sleep.

And yet, perhaps this very scene plays part of another far off wanderers sleepless dream. The world has yet to realize the secrets of such a night.

Better Now

Shoulda known better
To take a false offer
By whims of trend setters
And weighty imposters

Theres always been mockers
Sure, even scoffers
Perfected people
Turned tomatoe lobbers

Steady insisting
There's something Im missing
A default in motive,
and problem in wishing

Its not my conditon
Its theres thats impaired
How subtle the whispers
How steady thier stares

Worried? not even
For me its a season
For them its a sentence
To deal with thier demons

I was like that too,
Before I outgrew
The whole group facade
That turns faces blue
Im happier now, and rightfully too
Finding sides of myself
I once never knew

Success and the Journey

Success: it isn't what you think

For the most part success isnt pretty, mostly it is uncomfortable, burning. That discomfort can usher you ahead on your own life path, even if your imagining a totally diffrent outcome, you will see in time where your trail leads. Each stepping stone is turned over in time, and whats underneath, as well as on the surface is reedemed and realized. We can run for years, decades, our whole life.. but we cannot avoid the call of success, the narrowing of what works through what has little to no effect.

Some might say success is reaching your goal, yet lets say you have reached, or are so close to achievement. You might find the result is only as meaningful as the whole of your efforts to get there, so to be gratified instantly will leave you feeling as though nothing has changed. Success lies within the journey to success, the striving, realization, and accumulation of each of your efforts.

Dont stop on the wayside too long, keep moving towards your dreamed destiny, keep peddling your bike and create an awesome story along the way. You have come a long way, you have miles to go. Dont give up on something because it doesnt seem realistic or real, only because it perhaps lost its appeal. (Couldnt help but getting some rhyme in there)

Those who reach are those who never gave up on themselves and thier vision. Thier dream contained ample fuel to carry them to thier dream result. Have a dream, and keep it close to you, you may find through all the trial and hunger you discover an opening to success.

Love you. Keep going. 

Faith Endures Forever

A simple hermit
Meets a man
Whose recipes are clever
A type of well-trod devil
Whose faith endures forever

Whose faith endures forever?
The mans? or maybe mountains?
The youthful bearing fountains?
The lands and plans... forgotten?

A faith that bears the spinning globe
Circumfrence and its beauty
Its ludacris and lunacy
Its bitter bliss and eulogy

Surely such a faith prevails
Past any planned endevour
Through way of lore,
By daring plight
Perhaps endures forever

One day Ill be free

One day Ill be free
I wont have to worry
About being on time
Late, or Matt Earley

Tears don't fall but the fabric gets torn
Like a broken down train
I get to feeling worn
I sworn an oath to live this life
Yet its so unforgiving
I told the truth and did things right
Is that what makes it worth living?

You sense Im sulky with regret
Adhered to plans and every step
Out of all the places slept
I always enjoyed a special depth

I journey onward, towards the core
Our journeys never over
The snows of life can ponder
Unique flakes fall forever
Id say Im doing better
But I cant sustain the weather
Im losing my identity along with my vendetas

My focus feels unfettered
It launches like a rocketship
Into the unknown passages
Id fly this way forever
Id ride this wave wherever
A pride of Serengeti
The tides of lakes
Seasonal mistakes
And deaths considered hefty

My Sweet Lord

I never knew my emptiness, until I touched fufillment
I never knew my stubborness, until I began to open
You couldnt tell me the answers, I believed I had them
You couldnt gift me graces, I was confident in my indifference

Now I see much differently, not from my perspective
..but yours
Now I do believe, not in my pitfalls, but in your outpouring heart
What may I do, as my anxieties are extinguished in your eyes, so my actions dissolve in your gentle strength
And so I am left without hand in the matter, my how you have grown me

You see..
I was a seed buried in the dark womb of Earth
Until I began to struggle towards the sunlight
Stretching my limbs and legs towards the surface
And when I broke through, all the skies and territories became accessible and clear
The whole sky opened up!

Thank you.. for your guidance.
You have ushered me forward
You have made me strong
Mighty in your fury
And humble in your hands
Continue, good lord, to guide me
Bridge my life with yours
So I may never walk alone
Instead with you dear one
Both steadfast and joyful
Blissful and wise
Oh source of myriad sourcings
I trust in thee!!!!!

Time Travelers (creative/channeled writing)

Little do they know of such creatures, whose wings scrape the skylines and whose breath diversifies the night. Appearing like gryphons with orange blazing talons, thier backs are fit to carry one like me between the veils of worlds. Thier feathers are poignant, sharp like darts but whistle like silkweed in the wind. Thier stare can shatter rock and scar that which does not love, live, and glisten. These sacred beasts were designed traditionally as transport, here to the beyond, yet some have settled here among us, even throughout the loyal skies of this Earth. Although these are perhaps the runts of the relentlessly honorable breed.

 The mechanism of time and space is embedded in these gryphon like species crowns. They are equipped with these crowns upon birth and their crowns have fused with thier skulls over the passage of time and world. The radiant mechanism allowing time and space transferrence has become an extention of them, bearing no sense of seperation.

 I explain to you these winged animals because you have asked me about them. You have insisited on the disclosure and so I will grant you the knowledge I have of them.

 As they transfer between frames of world and time the aforementioned apparatus loses charge and energy, and must therefore be recharged. This is done through physical, as well as a more special process of nourishment. This special process may be done sufficiently on thier own, and it is good because as you might imagine, hopping worlds can be a tricky occupation, and often these creatures travel alone.

 Here is the process in detail. The gryphon like beast position themselves in a way that its talons are upon a surface and its head points towards the openness of sky. Using its eruptive call, and violent shake it recieves an outpouring of cosmic energy. In other words it charges this apparatus through reception of light, sound, and ethereal influences. This process of charging is objectively timeless but from our perspective on Earth might take somewhere in the duration of fifteen to thirty minutes.

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Prayer

 Lord of lord
King of kings
Prince of peace
Upholder of righteousness
Freer of the slave and opressed
Opener of doors, disposer of curse
The sanctuary of the holy
The refuge of the lost
The reedemer of the shamed
The displayer of power and might
The gracious host, the living one
I give thanks to all that is you
And remove that which is not
Thank you Christ Jesus
For soothing my spirit
For taking my sin
For cleansing my soul
All praises and glory
Returned to its owner and source
Lord god.. have mercy on us
Bless our walks
Forgive us our sins
Lift us on high
Fill our hearts
Give us courage
Grant us repentence
Forgive us lord
Speak life into our lives
Your glory, honor, and power be with us
Forever and ever
Amen

Remembrance

Is it merely greed?
Why do we long
To hold on to someone
After they are gone?

Once thier purpose is served
The lord speaks his word
And opens a fabric
Of both parting and passage

It is that of a phantom
To show such dispassion
The human heart yearns
For their dawn, or return

Love leaves the heart
Like a soul travels time
Between stunning archs
Both in and through lives

Yes, keep in mind
We all will return
From that which we came
Thus take heed and learn

Take steps and breath
As you would with a rose
Inhale the fragrance
With will to expose..

The etchings of living
Aspects of the taken
Significant memories
A poem of remembrance

How Can I?

How can I express?
Or supplement for your smile?
Your breaking down the contents of my heart,
And its beautiful
The things your breaking down have been there
For eternity
When I see your face, I act so absurdly
Its almost like I'm serving the epitome of stupid
Yet when I'm in your presence, no repentence
Sinply clueless
The cutest, strapped and laced,
woman where your roots is?
Immersed in the essence, joy and presence is so fluid
Now Im fluent in the language of love,
You've come a part of me
After you've been seated deep in hearts arteries
I hardly... resist
My wish is this...
Would you be my abyss?
To have and to hold? To love and to kiss?
Or maybe just gaze into, you infatuate my eye
While cleaning out my spirit of its wickedness and lies
I rise up to approach you. only to realize
That I have the chance to hold you
But in freedom you would thive
So Im digging deep within, simply lost in my desires
Bit my final aim is love, pure and simple, nothing higher

- Matt Earley, Circa 2010

The Lighthouse

You will have to struggle
You will have to fight
The cliff on the cove
The lighthouse at night

The task is so daunting
Some dream it insane
But oh woe and shame
The dream still remains

I have to go there
Theres no turning back
To liberate hope
And send death to the grave

Theres nothing so daunting
No task greater yet
Extinguish the smoke
The wet..
Ciggerete

I dream of a Time
Where beauty's as fierce
As the sight of the blind
To of whom Hope's endeared

Studded and steer
Embark towards the Coast
For Upon Arrival
Our journey Unfolds

Wounds

Im wrapped in band aids
Im bruised and beaten
Both whipped and marked
But not defeated

And not concieted
its just been hard
to feel this way
and scrape the yard

I gotta nurture that which hurts
this age old pain thats taken root
I gotta find the self I know
Hes really good, almost a pro

Im saddened at a passing glance
but always down to shake and dance
Im glad you came and found me here
its easier when friends are near

Purpose

When i skip the dip.. yea.. i flip the script
Like a broke mans wish, shoot its from the hip
So if you stray, okay.
But if you with me.. sit
Imma perch in the cellar till you split the dip

I love Donetello and a fresh origin
Metal man, bronze, iron lands the rain is pouring in
Had it with humanity, my anger bubbling
Tricked into a trickle now I know discovery

I have a million reasons, containing multitudes
I breath desperation like the fountain of youth
Yet beyond this hesitation
Visage and motivation
Detailed escalation
Lies a moment of truth

A queen peace of clarity
A kings heart sincerity
I made it out the depths
For now Im smiling wearily

Sick of self potraits, and etch a sketch routines
Time to buckle down and let the efforts be seen
An old souls flow from a land of ill throats
Reduce the wasted and recycle the utmost

My totality smiles and screeches to a halt
Im far beyond illusion in a land we all forgot
Its beauty fill3d and bountiful, much like a buried gem
Its similar to weathered hands that softly sew the hems

This elemental blend, this beauty so benign
I ask it, who am I?
Between the Earth and Sky
Between the murky minds
Between the Oceans wide
My purpose is resurfaced
In an everlasting shine

Forevers a Long Time

All this doubt got me feeling like
Happiness aint exist in life
All these frozen moments appear
So severe and seldom clear

Another poem about forever
Know what goes around comes back around
So clever endevours... fall faintly like feathers
I cant outsmart reality
So I crush under its gravity
Shoot, aint that some brevity

Tired and weary.
Eyes wont get teary
Carry on then, just draggin my long limbs
Just playing some old tunes while dreams drift
by the wind

Its been a long road, my family and friends
Am I ever gonna see you again?
Am I ever gonna stare into merciful eyes
That match my own? time after time, again
Its just a poem nothing startling
Picking up the pieces, as to start again

Slumber

When I sleep I activate a mages mind A magical realm sprouts from it Invisibility cloaks Men with swords upheld And supremely glorious golden gates When I rest I sense the network surging Thats only allowed faintly during waking I melt into possibility Dying 1000 deaths, and living 10000 more.. For when I dream.. The highest note gets struck On the demons breaching the heavens The physical world crumbles, and as it does An endless mind uncovers An enduring beauty That becomes my own ❤❤❤

When in Love

When your in love...
in sync with the suns stars and moment
The holy yields of holy fields, suprised at thier implosions
Dancing in the heights of night, stretching beyond pain and plights
Romping rolling raging right, in bouts of understanding

Its similar, to being awake within a dream
Where a utopian awareness bursts from every seam
Reflections on this life, pathways where they lead
Maybe you don't see it, maybe I mislead

Discern from yearn, wisdom that burns, and brands the truth in paupers
Descends from Zions mountain, and feeds the lonely wisdom
Take your turn to tear your world, it's bald unfruiting surface
To live in spice of renewed life, and whirl, as a dervish

Neither blinded by the ambient, nor dependent on the senses
Love unfolds the smog and smoke into daylight intensive
So when the majesty is breathed, it mirrors in me a paradise
That opens floodgates patiently, an outpouring of living light

InterRelation

A wind howls a freshness
Crossing desert sands and hotdog stands
A missle launches in southern state
A flower blooms, an earthquake shakes
A voyager navigates narrow straights
A young boy tunes the station
A scientist cracks the code creating equations
In this...
Vivacious sensation of inter-relation

Autumn Stroll

I see peace in the walk before me
In this way, peace becomes me
I inhale the air and breath out exhausperation
Letting go of a maze of outdated days

Flooded with images, my pace quickens
Faster I dash, since stagnation sickens
Relating to those, who sift through the prose
Perhaps Ill bring peace to a few through this poem

I'm heading home now, was rather far out
Away from the comforts that stay in my house
The basket wove chair, the carpeted stairs
In all of my years I've collected some wares

Yet now I'm alone, and my feet, they roam freely
The brisk autumn glow intoxicates easily
I'm happy to wander, the path splits in two
Its easy to be here, away from the crew

I fall like a leaf of tomorrows boquet
I humble myself from a broad disarray
Each step marks a milestone, a river rock tossed
Each depth is an artifact, and nothing is lost

Just me on this trek on a cool autumn night
The world lies behind me in soft spoken light
I dissapear into the forests and trees
And here sparks an ember of lifes subtleties..

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If I Wait

If I wait for life, you know it takes some time
To break the ice, that collects on a calloused mind
I'll pay the price, to tell my heart the achings fine
I'll find the light, that pierces veils undone

You might assume, I'm wandering the Earth
While making blooms, that blossom from the turf
Soon I'll resume, to voyage and abstain
From all the doom, that pours into this brain

I've faltered few times, you know the proof is there
I've lost at halftime, when fighting wasn't fair
Thought whose to guide me?
Provide and redesign me?
Supply and ill-define me
This message is so rare

The funny fictions, I'm always holding close
The crucifixion, the father son and ghost
I'm steady sifting, through literature for answers
Was found a few times, within their written stanzas

Like Doc Manhattan, my power sits untapped
I shake the bondage, potential floods the tap
I'll birth the galaxy, the milky way realities
The head of church and salary, and still recieve no dap

This fossil fuel, it circulates my lungs
Lingering sweetly and powerfully undone
Mediate freely, until the war is won
Meditate deeply, and fly into the sun

I'm just a loner, whose living short of breath
Yet whose to find me? in shelters that I slept
I seek a vision, connecting heads to toes
The crucifixion, the father son and ghost
The crucifixion, the father son and ghost
The crucifixion.

Psalm of Matthew

Beat the game
Need to change
Take the reigns
Ignite the flame

Stop the bogus
Bring the focus
Feel the frenzy
Free the envy

Hard and heavy
Softened likeness
I knew there'd be
moments like this

Times of plenty
Times of empty
Times of well fed
Stomach empty

Thank you each
Blessings deep
Friend and Foe
So we reap

So we dine
Live and sigh
Smile and shine
Bleed and die

Once again
Spill the ink
Light a match
Sip a drink

Here today
Gone the next
Thank you God
I pay respects

Cursed and blessed
Loved and hated
Overcome
Glad I made it

Into hearts
Between minds
Beneath doubt
Beyond Time

The Realms of Water

Shoddy penmanship
When the love churns in the bellows
Before a flame speaks wonder upon its coals
A-lit like the lanterns interior

Walk through these flames to find me
Thier terrace is violet and violent
They span higher than hells gallows
Thier cinders speak gypsy curses
Through the late hours of a hollowed night

Find me here in a cool ravine
Or a well, deep down, beaneath the raging arson
Washing myself in the crisp cleansing waters
Laughing in emancipation of heat

I shake the flames that produce sweat and trial
They scatter in the 8 directions
Vanishing even from periphery vision
And slide into a different point of destiny

Free from the shackles that burn
I await in the waters that cleanse and balm
Soothe and quench a urge long unanswered

Come find me! I will splash and swim,
But never suffocate
I will be your fun-loving companion
I will show you the magnificent one

Seek me here in the mist of ruins
Where the spirit may rest and recline
Fall into these still waters,
Reclaim yourself from the wreckage
Hold your beath, and dive deep
Below the fever of tides,
a brightness awaits pure as porcelain
Smoothing out the inequities of the soul

Renounce the flame, romance these waters
Through mellow falls and fortified fortresses
Once the storm has stilled, arrive through the gate
Leave your home built and come find me
Beyond the storm, beneath the rapids
I am awaiting you!

Mirror

I am my greatest opponent
My sole nemisis, my archrival
The thrower of punches,
and reciever of blows

I am my greatest asset and allie
By power and indwelling strength
My diplomatic arsenal,
Will turn a city back into wild jungle

I am my lowest low
I am my highest height

I am seeing, reaching, ripping and resolving
Creating and destroying in this couplet

Do you see me?
Do you sense me?
The light that casts shadow?
The darkness that squelches the flame?

Part of the whole,
The whole of my parts
The painter, paint and art
The sinner, saved and seperatist

I am a forgotten friend
In a haze of rememberance
Living lost
Forever found
I am

A Man on a Rock

Come closer, I have things to tell you.. Stay awhile, and listen
Invisible things, intimate things
Not mere speculation, but stories.
Of wit and coincidence to tie the tails of long unanswered questions.
Mysteries I do percieve, beyond that what you may believe.. but stretch your thinking on this day, and leave with much more than you came.
The air you breath must shake the masks, so it can drop and create cracks.
Then you can carry on alone, away from dials and shocks and bones.
Upon a half-made sunken globe, and life that stews upon it, what do you seek to know and learn? By chance the shift in climate?

You see..
A rock is an excellent place to stop and sit.
On a stone, a man may dream alone
Ive been perched on this flat of Earth
For many years, perhaps since birth
Perhaps my moments passed unnoticed, dismissed by some as hocus pocus. But I do enjoy my station, its patient hibernation. I do appreciate its class, its history is long and vast.
You think because you make a splash, my time is halved in instant?
Ive been upon this rock so long Im reflecting its image.
I am the stone, the dotted rock, both heavy and tremendous. I am the rock that shakes the blocks and bridges gaps relentless.
My theories became crystallized and proven true through storm and eyes, over the great span of years, my surface attracts natures tears.. absorbs them and soothes all the same, I am this stone you know my name. But do I sense a trace of doubt of what my essence is about?
I stand and stabalize the home, my point of reference is strong. A pillar, marble, solid block.. From lava hot, a molten rock. I am the stone so pay respect, alone, in group, I know no debt. I am the rocks that scatter Earth, a blessing of known universe.

Samsaras Smile

The knowingness of pencil tips
The zip locked lips and fingers kiss
The cabinetry on which I sit
The bludgeoned budget, ruth-a-less

The whoosh of baskets sunk with swag
The stiching on designer bags
The vulger who profanly brag
The bouncer that enjoys a drag

The happiness, and sworn to health
The sappiness when poems are felt
The fluid of a passing day,
Swirling passive down the drain

The willingness to drift and dream
Projected movies through a screen
I simply watch, observe, obstain
This knowing is a claim to fame

The openness that fans the flame
The origins, of how it came
To flourish, dissolve, and exist
To wind around Samsaras mist

Perhaps in essence gone from world
Forsaken blood and precious pearl
We spin in circles, tilt-a-whirl
All influence turns and swirls

Perhaps for waste, perhaps for cause
To last for years, or leave like fog
What in the end becomes alright
Might make one weary during the night

The rain it pours on sheltered roofs
Both dignified, also astute
The situation sparks and climbs
Flooding corridors in my mind

That Certain Something

There is something so special about you.. I can't place my finger on it exactly. Your kind. Brave. Soft spoken. Your walk is royal, without the palace wall confines. Your breath speaks volumes and encourages me to write. You speak the language of silence. Thorough. Beautiful. True. Where do you reside?

This morning I clamoured from bed, disgruntled and unapproachable. In my dream I sensed your presence, far beyond the shackles of sleep. Like a tranquil night, you speak to me. Like a flower ruminating its fragrence, the language you possess is colorful and innate. Where are you? What epoch do you call home?

The mystery of your sourcing can make me wonder, study, and lead retreat. Steer across chasms wide, valley low, and plunge the abysmal. I cannot find you. I cannot see you. Must I wade in this ocean? This shoreless body without a hint of where you may be? Through both day and night, noon toward nights darkest hour, I seek you. Where beloved, does thou lay?

Does my toil draw you closer? This work to fan an already consuming flame? Does my sacrifice pay the price in full?

These things I wonder, and my mind wanders to a far away haven. Where sickness and doubt are striken down like trees in a burst of thunder. Here is where my journey stops, and I melt into your mercy. I wish to stay in this place forever. Here you burn so bright, that a star may find envy. Here I meet you, and we dance in a distant fury, to songs unheard. and chords unstrung. Here I lose myself in your boundlessness, and desire nothing more, here I lose myself... and find... you. 

Lil Diddy

Time makes dust from mountains
But that's not all we are doing here
Thats not reason we are placed
To stand in place and save face

I slave at my desk all day
Paper dries up like used ink on payday
Its not so much a theology of looseleaf
We're drained and in chains;
See it on newsweek

Weekly updates, while were living for the weeks end
Tell me as a good friend, can I trust the broad lens?
Of trajectory, these aquaintences foul, with no respect for me
Meanwhile, the green mile, seems part of the recipe
Its do or die, live to try, that or just rest in peace

I work for the sweet release
To relize the soul-shine
Everytime it hits like an acid-drip, I cry
We've looked to pharmaceuticals for what is found in musicals
The joy of an expression that is Gone With the Wind
I'm thinking its original sin, holding us captive
I'm thinking of a place to begin, and share compassion
I'm drinking like a fish in a den, feeling my facets
Sinking into miserys grin, broaden the bandwidth

Hitting the Sweetspot

The monkies mind grinds like 33 gears
Yet the heart remains real, ample, and clear
What is this feeling, so alive?
Like suffering thats forced to die.

Like submarines that live to dive,
and airplanes that still scrape the sky
It comes on Sweetly, unannounced
As sweet-tea served at Grandma's house

It comes on lofty, yet intense
And cuts thoughts patterns, into tenths
So all the sound that leaves one deaf
Is exhaled in one noiseless breath

It brings a flooding and a rush
Just like the sweetspot when its touched
Its sexual and sensual, but beyond both
Incredible

The past is that, inevitable
Where within that lies wonder?
The future bright but stark with fear
That too can leave you murdered

Now and here I bow to neither,
Where every kiss is like the first
Residing in purposeful splendor
My sweetened heart expands and bursts

The World in Vicegrips

Rob the cradle, cut the ties

Fear and loathing soak the skies

Enter us all in a room

All consumed with doom and gloom

Lifted up through hesitations 

Document my meditations

Life is sleeping in a matrix

Laughing is the head of Satan

Jim Hendrix, Mahatma Ghandi

Come and gone, the souls before me 

Left an impact thats eroding

Plastic trash floats in the ocean

Flames that puncture holes in ozone

Here today, tomorrow? hold on

Its no suprise, we breeded lies

That disinfect the world of tribes

Of wings, and faith, and tribulation

All fall to the prey of Satan

This breeds much dissociation

But my mind grows feeble waiting 

Is it me that brings the changes

Though I see now nothing changes

Family ties disintegrating 

By the foul red winged favorite

Hits hard in the solar-plexus

Satan lives inside the nexus

You cry oh the humanity!

The poison apple from that tree

The ladder thats too steep to climb

A sale of shirts 9.99

A sea of ships that fit the crime

A giggle at this paradigm

You are the truth, but unaware 

Immersed within the foulers snare

While air it becomes thick to breath

The landmarks of the prophecy 

Yet don't be scared your man is here

For which the crowds both boast and cheer

He smiles again and bleeds a tear

Sir Satan sits upon the chair

Observes this world

He has a snack

The evil doers have his back

The clones of bone and artifact

Support from globes fallen into cracks

And once you fall, you wont return

Forever lost in lust and yearn

So hear me now repent from sin

Come face up with your sufferings

You blast the one who brings the light

Prefering pleasures painful spike

The Nazerdeen that hits the switch

And ushers this evangelist 

A fool he babbles on and on

A wiseman sits awaiting dawn

The Holy Ghost, Father and Son

In Christ shine down, thine kingdom

Come. 

A Seers Sight

Dont let a sudden scream end your dream
Or history repeat on the will of the weak
Dont worry about the porcelain jury
I've seen brighter faces in China shops

Window reflections, staind with blue ink
Welcome to my wading room.. Don't blink
Most certainly here, your given time to think
Of all that's been alloted, allow me to change topics

I wittle on the prose till the wood becomes an object
Sharpening my wit like a dagger in the pocket
A bowstaff thats staggering these dangerous aims
Like a lion from mt. zion lying out in the rain

I'm stationed at the hotel California for a season
And when my run is up I'll tell the dieties I'm leaving
I cant stand the sound of a clanking cutlery
Perched like a cat who retains her subtleties




People forget, what was told in a book
Chapters are spent navigating the rook
But there exists 5 other pieces...
In this worldly chess match do you follow the speaker?

Do you flounder at the notion of a leader, or leading?Lauryn Hills miseducation was real. I keep proceeding
Digesting these novels while disassembling hooks
They scared of those who educate so they call em
Crooks.

Well my poetry takes poverty out into verbal odyssey
I refract lives in retinas regardless of the one I lead
You know... even in residentials...
I can summon a slum with the tip of a pencil
Where the walls are brick, mortar, and metal
Where the fence painted white asks "who sent you?"

Im bent in the fabric of a million designs
So which face is mine, take a pick and decide
Vibe to this wild ride, take a gander inside
You might find a fountain or a montain thats wide
You might find an ocean with pale purple tides
An assembly of continents that never do die

"It's amazing what you find, when you do look within"
said this Cheshire Cat with a shit eating grin
I recognize this mirrored man, hes actually my twin
Like a ball of twine mimicing Earths circumferences

It's a member now, of memory, cause most, its extinct
So look into the matchbox with your amber eyed glint
A friendly box of mystery amongst awful things
Totallity of imagery, a most auspicious glimpse
Granting sight to the eyes that were once unconvinced

Branch & Vine

I am but a branch
A rippened vine,
that bears its fruit,
then floats the nile

I am clocks second hand
time is my doctrine,
for when I strike twelve
A caged bird sings..

I'm a ghost, a demon
Whose not in demand
Yet somehow am found
All over these lands

I'm a fool on the frollick
A kind hearted brother
Outholding a hand
Come, lets discover

This path is so me
It's stiches sew me
It's riches are random
It's entry is free

The eye of a needle
Passed through with ease
When the anguish of loss
Creates prosperity

Assume stance for lecture
Hannibal Lector
Whose motive most clever
To cast broad stones better

Fuming and foaming
Calm and collected
I am what I am
And I am indebted

Lesser than less
Grander than all
A candle burns quiet
To silence the law

Untouched by the wind,
the fellow or fortress
An ocean within
A torrent lies dormant

Dare you awake me?
And stir up a storm
He who survives onslaught
Will surely be born

Born out of wages
Birthed beyond rank
As death walks to life
and they embrace hands

In mystical pleasure
In masterful peace
In auspacious ecstacy
In enigmatic ease

Look Within

Look Without...

And mighty rapids engulf your eyes, a storm that seldom settles and a sundering wind bellows. You stand in relentless pursuit of what you seek, what you will to discover is stretching you in many different directions. It is no wonder, wearing these garments of desire, you have grown so weary and tired.

Look Within...

I speak from my living sanctuary through universal rhythms unto you.

Look Within...

Here you will find that which you posture for and seek, your lifetines of yearning will be renounced, and your search deserted. The years of scrounging and the recounting of experiences are coming to an end. The recollection of being here before, again, and yet again, is soon forgone, like a wind through the canopy. The desert long wandered with parched throat and burning soles, contracts, and soon becomes a simple sandbox that can be willingly left or entered.

Look Within...

And as you unfold with each poarchfire and wind, each solstice and season, all you have been seeking will be added unto you. In this new posture of seeing, the very arm that is reaching out for more evaporates, and your eyes will fix upon that which remains.

Moments Healing

Healing is soft.. through and timely
Its the excavating of a wound that hurts
While I heal I may read a book. watch a film
Even talk to a neighbor or friend

Its good, to find pleasent things in your surroundings and pathway, things to excercise your thought, like a new word or strangely named street.

Its a gift to see your best qualities in another, or even the world around you, being expressed and held in another human being. It's also important to focus on the good and not dwell upon the bad.

If we maintain focus we are set free of yhe grievence our eyes rest upon, we are woken up, sometimes shaken to seeing our struggles are passing like clouds before our eyes.

Yesterday is noe in the past, the current day folds and shifts, the future still unknown.. so what can I call home? Where can I rest but in the moment, with all its obstacles and triumphs, its distracting noises, and deafening silences.

Truly, all comes from here, like the Lord's breath. The stinging nettles of sadness as well as happinesses bright baloons. As oceanwaves, they roll to and from, shore back to sea.

Dont run from this lifes nature my friend. The ups and downs, agonys and virtue. The confusions and clarity. If you choose to run, where will you go? And where will your feet end up, surely they will tire and falter on those far off paths.

Walk here, in the moment to moment. A razors edge to be tread lightly with oceanic coolness. Walk now in the endless unfolding of your whole nature, and you will know your past and future quite diffrently. In this moment lies the key to all moments, the livlihood of lifetimes.

Both here and now, breath in and out, walk to and fro... but stay. Stay in this living breathing instance, and feel the vortex of true thoughts, the splendor of full feeling, and the lack of all anxiousness. In this moment your freedom holds out its hands, why not grab them? Why not let them lead you from the dark into a new terrian?

Primary Colors

Red rage sweeps my paintbrush
In an Invigorating alchemy
It lashes the canvas to tame itself
to pink

Orange, the embers of each sweep
Grow my passion into a sweltering sun
Whose flames blossom and extinguish
Leaving a refined will

Yellow does not destroy
It accents the edges of the page, with joy
Lighting up the receses of my mind
Spilling ray upon the painted image

Green, my brush contains
Leaves ripple and ripen, bolden in new life
Burst thousands fold from foliage of trees
It is a color I hold must true
As a heart once healed is ravished by blue

Blue mellows and sifts
Across the canvas like an artic chasm
A operable ocean, lonely and most sorrowfull
It is a phychic spark that infuses insight
Bridging the gap with cool violet

Violet absorbs into the painters palette
The easel is consumed with envy and pride
The most lucious shade of violent purple
Produces, to the eye.. what the nose breaths from lilac

Now child retire your brush and grab a book. There is studying and facts to retain and fill an innocent brain. The primary colors may be resumed tomorrow, an ongoing expression of life's joys and sorrow.

Theory

A theory arises in my mind
Draped in residues of thought
Factors of hope and heroism
Casting light upon a million rays

Does this pertain to the grand design
Yes, yes, yes it does
Yet all my ponderings have led me far
Far from my fellows, and so I stand

My theory is this
To move beyond our selfish fictitious
habits and holds, we must bow our heads
and simultaneously offer ourselves
To the best of our ability, fully unto
that in us that lives selflessly

Worn

fuck.. i cant overcome this
feeling so different and efforts in dust
sick to the stomach about to combust
always in sight and known by the target
I swesr days you bow unto love...
Are the hardest

Stark realizations, hard hitting truths
The faith path is rough, the gospel is proof
Sadder than Sally after Jack left
And Jill rolled down the hill to her death

Approaching my own its a deepening depth
Awake and afraid as thier digging my grave
I yell and I roar untill my voice sore
An insult aint nothing till it hits the core
And sinks past the brink, like a ship that'll sink
I'm tricked while I tripped needing water to drink...

My life is not easy, my aims get confused
Exterior plush but my insides abused
I'm tired of trying, and struggling hard
Yet amp up intensity building a charge

The Adornment of Virtue

My lonely self has been weeping,
Crying at the stump of a weathered tree
Unrelenting storms have passed; he feels forsaken
Yet his heart is the truest I have known
Fearless and not faltering, like brother Joseph
He has given birth to someone greater than himself
A majestic maple, with mammoth branches
Whose boughs bow to the happiness within

Like him,
We are all reborn through storms and struggle
We are all epics revised by trial and trouble
To these virtures I hold, both strong and stern
Like an ancient oak into the crust of Earth
Like dead space adherent to a living planet
All in hopes of tasting life's truths

And so, 
I hold the hand of my lonesome child
Giving him the best I know
Seeing him along so we both may grow
strong and full 
In the sun and shadows
Of everlasting love

Christ the Merciful One

This crown of thorns
He wears for you
Drips blood and cleanses our sins
In doing this an order restored
Our arrogance is humbled
Our outlandish behaviors tamed

He has watched and waited
Through our sleepless nights
Unfounded opinions, delerious notions
As we plucked
From our feet and toes
He has witnessed, and spilt tears
Along side us..

Son of god!!!
Reign upon the shattered worlds
Rebuild from ruin, mend what is broken
Create from nothing, revive land forsaken
Tell your soilders to march onward
And light this darkened globe

Shatter our masks
That cover our shame
Whisk away the chaff
Like a strong wind
Oh lord... deliver us
give us the allowance
To achieve our works
Both big and small
Let us retain your virtue
And release your displeasure

May we again know ourselves your children
That we are your people and members
Of your unified flesh, and peacebearing heart

Amen.
(Blessed Sunday)

the shards of glass

Poetic Resurgence

Fall forward
Beyond past and backwards steps
Lean with all your might
Into that good night
Do not go gently

Regardless
Of who I am
What I've done
Or who sent me
I won't leave empty
I won't die mentally
I don't take kindly
To those who tempt me

Although I'm mending
I'm making choices
Fully feeling all my voices
Poise and confidence approaches
I shake thier hands individually
Set my full potential free
It wasn't fast, it wasn't cheap
I dug my hole, and lugged my tree

Now I plant, not rave and rant
What are these words.. both won't and can't?
I throw them off like day old cloaks
Drenched in rain and choked by smoke
Return my child and feed me hope
Through faithfulness, and love provoked

Lets go.

Dreams on a Deathbed

When I make it to my final hour
On a mattress somewhere I cant envision
Will I regret?
The steps taken, the looks, and potentials slept?
All I gave away and pieces kept?

As I am beckoned into the timeless light
Will my friends and family be all right?
Pearly white gates await unless I waste.. and wave.. consumed by hate
Its time...

And it takes control of a mind
Winding a mile a minute at what it cant find
Possibilities/potentials
Music and instrumentals
Into the verbal coldness
Then sanitize the old shit...

Okay..

This photogenic memory can sometimes
get the best of me.. its loves straying from the recipe, so before I rest in peace!!!!

Not many hold my talents... im sinking ships from edifice to precipice... the width of the Atlantic.

Dont let Life Pass You By (Reggea Vibez)

Dont let life pass you by
Look your struggles in the eye
Do you see yours in mine?
Will you catch it just in time

Dont let life get you down
Dont you see what comes around
Dont you know whats to be found
Exactly what your giving out

OooooOooooo
YeahYeahYeah

If were to stand a fighting chance
Take control and watch them dance
Around the spark and the flame
Just remember its a game

Just remember take a chance
Get yourself up off your ass
Up the fires in your eyes
Take your fears by suprise

Take the moment and rejoice
Yes you give yourself a choice
Dont let evil take the wheel
Make them tremble and kneel

...

Dont let life pass you by
Look your struggles in the eye
What you choose is what you get
Please wont you rise above the script

Steady Flow.... Rips the Channels.

Im feeling kinda saucy but the line is proving costly

I dont sull my mind, increase the shine and blind the eyes of jurys

many millions multi worried

For the storm that brings a flury

Lighting catch these fists of fury

Trends they capture what Im after

Helping hands, hope during disaster

Gotta recognize the channels... but this life is just a dream

Im ignorant, a fingerprint going about his means

So the cookies and the cream?

aim gonna enjoy that, destroy that

Im held back, but still kind and whip lashed

You have funny feeling, that somethings special about me

Your absolutely right, no need to contibue doubting

Im a seeker and a leader with a 50 ml 

And a 9mm im a crazy cooky creature

But the flaw in my design becomes focused

Into rhyme... and refracts human kind

Thats a failure by design... capatalism

Lead the incision, the growth and cock roach

And the beautiful woman.. proceed with 

greed? take speed? Id fall to the proceeds

Im dying for thirst.. i know what my throat needs

Water.. in a spritual sense.. i been traveling on

Yes my pathway intense.. explain the truth to the awesome peeps, digging with an arm to reach.. i do it for uganda, and my folks in Nicaragua..

For Italy and Opera, for intimate deposits

I write this rap and don't look back

The scribblings of a prophet

Beyond the Screen (Positive Self Image)

BEYOND THE SCREEN (positive self-image)

Toxicity flowing through the media pipeline
Dribble and drink and unintelligent half times
Change your face, change your waist
Your real self is such a waste
... Hold up...

Ya got bigger guns than the army, trust this
You got alot to live for your smile always broadening
Leap frog the crap coming through the TV trap
The instagram, the book of faces, yeah.. the snap

Your better and more worthy than you will to believe
Just look back at your list of days, all youve achieved
This a new day, a new dance, a new task & chance
If your feeling short on opporunity, just ASK.
So tell me? Someone who creates so well
Why you got your head down, livin in hell?
...well...

I spazz with the hooks
Get reality shook
Its more than verbal mania, scripted encyclopedias
Its the fact yourself is valuble... pristine even maluable
...listen...

Your already forgiven... your already worth a million
All that lacks is self belief... renew your new beginning
...see...

Im a super stallion in a sea of salty crooks
Cause I find my inner riches not depending on my look
Or my dress, or my drawl, im feeling beyond stalling
Cause I turned my head on the TV
To read a book.
... BALLIN!!!

Dive Deep

The deeper the river, the sweeter the depth.
This is what my soul whispers in song
I am a blade beqring batallion
A missle set to launch
3
..
2
..
1
..
Blasting Off

Through worlds of order and cosmic radiation to where all is one.. meet you there, my many loves.. meet me there. ❤

The Beginning of Something New

Recieve your daily bread

Go ahead, eat it

A day without suffering marks a purpose defeated

I know I've gotta grow, with alot to show

Why deny the 13th try... learn through failure

Manifest further, scream bloody murder

Its like I could do better things

Left to my meddlings

Bridges of ecstacies

But.. are they meant for me?

I just wanna do God's will

Enlighten the conscience 

These goons and goblins

Bat thier eyes... I'm half suprised

That one outta all of em

More than half-alive

I'm half way home

I'm fully grown

Not following any, 

on this microphone

I stand alone

Revel in aloneness

My spirit flies to the moon

For an hour of atonement

I'm fully awake

Partially conditoned

Take a seat listen

Absorb the answer

The pathways are many

But unity bares no path

Laugh 1000 times

But which kind but human

Sucks juice from the rhine

With a pestuilant mind

I'm shaving iron 

From my blades edge

My hedge is defined

Garderners grit

Suctioneers spit

You heard it hear folks

Straight from splitting lips

Daily Double

Sumtimes I feel so stricken
The sunlight merely sickens
This blues clues overused snooze
Awaiting.. as an ending?

The questioning intensifies
The question then gets questioned
The splintered lyricist
Can doubt his thoughts conception

When beauty has no prevalence
Intelligence gets smothered
And so my weary brother
Lets hit the streets, like rubber

Lets bounce from silly studders
Eyes fixed upon the wonders
7..8.. thier numerous
Make emotions work for us
Build a building outta dust
That cannot rust or be combusted
Of all the words you read today
The daily news, poetic justice
Consider this, the truest song
Pick up your head and carry on
This fight we fight forever strong
Until the dusk competes with dawn

Verbal Anomaly

Skitter scatter to the pitter patter
An ingenious mind that consumes the data Rhymes to capture growing fatter
Lonely rooms now fill with laughter

Love the music, play it faster
Like your style it frays the standard
Bridges built off all we capture
Subtle sounds that click the camera

Its a anomaly in all honesty
After thought this life suprises me
Its fresh and new, and old and fine
Excited of what I might find

I lay the substance, line by line
Brick by brick untill defined
Oh how an ending would be so pleasent
When one gets lost within the desert

 Im back in harmony mother leopard
Your cradle rocked my good willed shepard
I know you dream of money lenders
I plan and plot poetic splendor

This is a sequence of our souls
We meet and merge and form a road Shambalas treasures, half-way sold
You bring the warmth refuting cold

Pour Out Your Blessing

Pour out your blessing

Warm these cold viens

Pulsate this rusted heart

Infuse me, oh divinity

With your fantastic love

My mind aches and is weary

The soles of my feet drag

My eyes hang laden and heavy

I am fully tired, ready to desert progress

Suddenly you awaken me

From an eon of slumber

I am but a foolish fool

Mother mercy

Your grace far exceeds

My owned understanding

I plateued so many years ago

My heart has remained starved

Waiting for your eternal love

To flow like golden rapids

And quench my thirst for good

Theres nothing I can do to bring it

Oh divine mother.. why do you bother

Why bother with this miserable man

Who knows nothing, who sees nothing

I think it is your undying urge

To unify your soul with mine

And to bring a new lore

To an age old story...

I love you dear mother

My respect for you is unflawed

I want you to carry me forever more

beyond the worlds of filth and matter

into the kingdoms of bounty..

Pour out your blessing, merciful one

I bow my battered brain

And humbly recieve

Willpower

Finish what you start
To revel in accomplishment
The self of selfs been sold and shelved
Its only fools left arguing
Why not do some gardening? You know sew planted seeds
Why not sprout a tree? find purpose in a weed This dull society gets sanctioned to the sea While gods take to rise from a corner facing seat
 Time out, game clenched, vibe out
Take the tribe out, throw the scribe out Electrified shouts, go ahead Shorty get your vibes up
Taking time as nonsuch
Likened to a head rush
 Ignite the will by refusing to lose
Kick the stick to coast, an automatic cruise
God damn, Im focused
World won't disclose it
Arose a rose, compose it
Freed from comatoses

Duty

We do what we can
We try and try and try
Again and again
Life gets hard, so we bare it
Life gets dim, so we try to be a light
The results of our efforts
Are not ours to plan

Place a seed here, one there, and again
Sadness is such a sweeping
Anger an uproar
And Peace a faithful witness
This life is full and empty both
Hectic and slow..
We are here, are we not?
Lets raise a glass and toast
The triumphs and struggles
The unending race, the accomplishments
The small and well to do
The big and easy to decieve

Lets hoist our glasses and cheer
Jeer and laugh in total nonsuch
Lets love until we are ash once more
Forever yours

-M.

Associations of Grey

Associations of Grey

Gray is the color or smoke and smog, of chemical trails that scrape the sky. Gray is likened to silver, but much less shine and value in my mind. Funerals and stones, grey is sullen and symbolic to times of passing and uncertainty.It can be associated with pain.The areas of gray are perhaps not as friendly as yellow or green, not as purple and orange. It is a neutral color after all, a mixing of the base of white and black.

Gray is a form of wisdom.. it is the color of an older womans hair, it is compleation. It is the result of many moons passed, and also the moons surface color. It holds mystery, and speaks volumes. Often it is a base, a backdrop from which we paint. Grey is sometimes a lonesomeness and sometimes an artistic stretch. It has depth and is solid. It knows of itself and is strong, strong and neutral, perhaps the most neutral of all colors in the spectrum.

In a gray sky, a grandmaster pigeon that has flapped its beaten wings. It wishes to fly to the moon and be in its company. Simultaneously, like a gray stone.. it wants to dive into the oceans depth and purge itself from Earthly measures. The stones weight allows it to sink.. and perhaps reach a sandy bottom where it can eternally dwell, undisturbed and utterly alone.

Gray is the hermits robe, the wizards cloth.. it is a progress distilled, showing wisdom, but perhaps an inclination to wander and stray from its sourcing. The rubber ties on a witches broom, the looking glass and spectacles. It is curious, this color and as I stare and decipher it, it stares into me. It analyzes me as I do it.

Gray.

Vision

Into sewer born cellars

And cauldrons of stone

What beings do breed here?

Who calls this space home?

Life is all over, it spits from the soil

Its sweet blossoms buried, reclaimed through our toil.. its so strange, this secret expressed, all at once rising up from a belly suppressed.

The asphalt of karma, peels back once again

Greeting both fossils, and memiors of pen

Jeruselums Juries, Egyptian decor 

The story that sits past an unopened door

Dare you explore?

Dare you explore?

Dare you explore? 

Truth is a tone, a cool spacious wind, that picks from the temple a mortal that sins. Throws him along, like chaff in the wind. Yet smiles at the moment the distance is bridged. 

The bridge bears atonement, and hazards, and hope. Faith and fatigue, consisting of both. Yet, with all the chances to skip steps and swerve, a most earnest student remains with it's words.

A voyage of worlds that spans over time, a glimpse from the office which gods are confined, we dream an illusion, and see it as good. We have found it fitting to be in this world. I too am familiar of many its pearls. 

The journey will take confrontation with death, like a prisoner using his nails to erect, a handwritten word through prismatic stone. Perhaps, will succeed in returning home. A scripture is passed, through ears of two friends. The bottom is lifted and lowered again. The cycles and stories of good natured time, forever an hour in gods glowing mind. 

Proven Humility

I can point out endless things
Discourse and discussion
Its all a game of shells
A mere image of something

Preparation helps, just like an open hand
My will, a boxing glove, with force to understand
What moves a man to tears,
What makes an ember grow
In this sea of sensitivity
Society moves... slow

Its not so much a race, but urgency does come
Once I assume my place perhaps, with faith intact, I'll run

I'll run to show them honor, and bridge a worldly gap
I'll sprint to the horizon and out past the charted map
With noone left beside me, I won't bother looking back
I've locked my eyes upon the prize, and well, I'm fine with that

My passion is unhinged but mellow at the moment
I move beyond the gates of hate awaiting my opponent
Its suprising to see, who all and all are stationed
We decorate these walls together, in painted collaboration

I was expecting such a foe, and now I'm humbled by whats shown
As much and many that I know, there still are things life has in store
I dream it lost then see it found, by murky mists and studdered sounds
Its almost funny what remains, after it all gets sorted out...



Life is kind of generous, it's splenderous when used, this hardened heart gets hollowed through a higher altitude. It's not far from the truth, to be tender and young. The seasoned spit and speak thier speech, perhaps they see it fun...


Perhaps its all because, we still find time to try
Although the odds are slim and stiff amidst such meager minds. I think myself as great, but maybe thats not true, I just appreciate of late humility when proved.

Human Family

The good in this life, makes me so happy
The cruel indifference, pain

You see..
I love this human family, and everyone contained
Damn it hurts denying, this love is all the same
I dream about prince Jesus, his heart knew no refrain
I dive into the secret, its blessed and quite dense
This love and fear and longing, can grow rather intense..

I wish to testify, and also speak my peace
I want to see the waves of god cast light onto the streets

Gods glory is beneath, below, beyond, above.
this sacred space was once dis-taste now transformed by his love. Converted by what was, to what will always be.. oh lord I wish your light to shine... and set this servent free.

A Wooded Sadness

Shedding the soggy skin of neptune
In layers, my heart peels wider
This terrain is difficult, but I am equipped
Sad and heavy, lonely and misinterpret
Its not so new to me, this lonesomeness
Everyday it gets wheeled off the cart
And into the shop of this life I lead

This life I lead.. yes, this life I lead

Somber today, like drizzling rain
That magnifies an old souls pain
That brings the urge to leave for good
Abandon cause and greet the woods

The woods are aged, and free from sin
It's trees are old and understand
The weariness of wayward feet
It's branches spur and prosper peace

I love to sit on solid stones
and dive on through a murky tomb
I long to die and leave this world
But think I'll try to make it grow

Thats what our mother Earth might do
Despite the pains we put her through
We love our things, and run from her
Do we not see what love she stirs?

Are we so violent and obtuse
This villiany has taken root
With malice our sharp shovels dig
To excavate a place to sit

Im going to sit, ponder, and sink
Though wont betray the urge to drink
I am so sad today, it hurts
Yet even sadness bears its perks

A/C feels like the ocean breeze
Whispering, cmon take my lead
Ill follow you to distant shores
Ill love none less, but best and more

Your design is fkn pure
I weary of a weary world
I long to chase the twists and turns
Upon turnpikes and tepid whirls

I race but only cause its fun
So when its over Ill be done
But for now I lounge and screw
I speak untill my toungue goes mute

I love to frolic and to fool
To joke and to obstruct the rules
They say youve got a hill to climb
Yet they have only seen the sign

My dazzling dimwit diamond mind
Endlessly emptied and refined
So fish for jewels and you may find
The essence of this human kind


:)

Scripture

To capture lifes living moments
They drop as end of season apples
The enduring struggle, melancholy mist
This morning dew of livid blues
Evaporates as a child's shoe is tied
Widens like the euphrates
Smiles in suprise, son to father

A mountain of unhindered elevation
Bursts on the scene as a songs granduer
Ruptures a crowds eardrums
Love and lose, live and burn
The fire in the eyes returns to the country
Where the fields sprawl sweetly
And the hill-tops breed new mystery

Applebottoms and hydrogen baloons
Blistered feet of the weary wounds
Washed by the shores edge
The potters kiln, the swordsman's hedge
Guilt and dross and fury no longer carried
Fear and ugly faith foregone
Now the wanderers final position
Becomes known, through return home
To an open throne

The Eyes of the Ocean

The eyes of the ocean
Both pristine and wide
Encircle emotion, encapsulate time
Constantly shifting as ships voyage deep
Swallowing sorrow with patience and ease

Water is mercy to these starlit eyes
The people of Earth, wander far just to find
By paths tretcherous and hills hard to climb
Observing the currents in silence by night

In such contemplation, the man can uncover
Enviornments buried, vast, and discover
Through feelings so somber, reality sweet
A rapturous ember that blossoms beneath

Yet still seldom see these pearls that glisten
The speakers will speak, while the wise
sit and listen
Remembering rumbles, convex and concave
The eyes of the ocean...
that give rise to each wave

Im such a...

I feel it deeply, in my gut
My needs revealed, I'm such a slut
I'm such a sissy, and a fool
I flonder endlessly in drool

Maybe when the weathers nice
Ill chill out like deserted rice
I got excuses and a vice
Its not cause they dont treat me right

Its not cause they dont see my cause
Its just cause im an abscent clown
A peckerwood who fronts as Prince
Though now Im mostly unconvinced

Its me I think, Im lazy too
I never graduated school
And if I did it was a coast
and thats the same as if i dont

Irritated and annoyed
This urge in me is showing more
Ill sweat it out, or take it in
The journey forward lies within

The journey outward? Lies and sin
A smuggy smirk shit eating grin
I long to lead and grow this land
My will might just be contraband

The Solemn Well

Beauty Benigned, Reason Re-Aligned

At the edge of abyss, trails cannot be found

Those who wander here seldom return

Those who venture into this region

Fall, like the crimson apple

Shed thier weight like the skin of snake

And blossom like a million blooms

Beauty benigned

The glint in your eyes

Doust Thou wish to travel this path?

 The quiet, the faint who whisper in the depths of sleep, who spin their poetic souls into the fabrics of peace.. every moment houses memory, and these memories drops in the well of solitude.

The solemn staring eyes dissapate

The building blocks of faith lose thier weight

And life again travels unhinged

Rolling rapids of rapture

Doust Thou, brave soul

wish to scavenge this land?

Elements bend 

Branches of eternal wings

Taught by timeless winds

The ember of oar

The chambers of Earth

Beneath dialect

Beyond doubt

BE

Johns Command

The apostle John spoke to jesus. When he spoke it was a shattering demand.. "Jesus!!! you must return to the people of Judiah. You must bring them water and food. Jesus sinply stared into the eyes of John.. the concern in him dissolved.. The people of Judiah hungry and parched drifted to sleep and endlessly regained morning conciousness. The awakening was the broadest known in all of present day.

If you, my fellow man, are concerned with the needs of today, simply remember the principals of peace that are embedded in your soul.. remember beneath the mud lie the ever clearing eyes of our living lord, Jesus Christ.

Moving On

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A Strong Love Embraced

A cumbersome past

A laborers load

A dream into being, and one that is old

This world is unfitting, its hard to make due

Impossible odds, overcome for the truth

Ingenious minds meet, an epic is staged

The mind of god brilliant, a lovely bouquet

The flowers are many, they blossom and bloom

The embers of eons  rise out of the room

Its thankless this task, but love it or leave it

My baby is teething.. while nature is breathing

This cosmic unwinding rich and obscene

Janitorial jesus is sweeping it clean

The sorrow is lonesome and beautiful too

This hard headed man reunited in ruin

My god how you shine and excercise might

My god you are brazen, this poets delight

My insight in ashes, my corpse is a fume

My spirit is broadening back into you

Its rather intense, this love that Im feeling

I hope that in time, you rapture in seeing

This boy once a man, a father of Earth

Bleeding warm love into written verse

Opening to the mystery

Everything has a pulse
a walk in dark brisk, reveals this
potential will beckon you inward
the unloving masks will be shed
and a deserving love will be met
with one deserving, and daring, to recieve it

willingness is the first stepping stone
to embark one puts this foot forward first
open me.. tare my pages, tape each ripped seam
the messy, muddy, when embraced, will sort itself out.
like cool water trickling into a river basin.. movement will restore the sea.

Fold into the journeymans depths
Your apprenticeship has concluded
You are welcome here in this circle, young initiate
Your blinders have and are still being removed
Pain may strike, but virtue will enter again
This life of love will have its valleys and summits
Its certainties and mysteries
This world, its hellfire and grief
The coming world, its glory and rapture

The others? Yes it is saddening to see them
They wallow and gloat, their substance smoke
Thier eyes live under a thousand veils
Thier minds burdened by ropes and chains
Their profound nature oblivious
They are children yet, but blind in thier observation, although you are not from this world, you must bring your utmost to it. You will be misunderstood, forsaken, loved, deserted, but you yourself must complete your mission.. carry the torch that haunts the divided, bring the prophecy to fruition.
Emerge from the cavern of slavery, and emerge into freedom and flow.

Persuit of the Soul

Broader stones have never been thrown
Truer words never spoke in such tone
You seek, you destitute, to atone?
I breach the keep with plans to absolve

The head of the heard, the righteous and good
The bottom of purity, when evil is stirred
This life not unbroad, for some miniscule
When breath limits you to the ways of the world

The forsaken jewel, the scholars mistake
For weed, dirt, or element grown out of hate
If it is uncovered its considered waste
But even the dirty has its chosen place

You must understand this if you are to go
And voyage the roads towards the greatness unknown
You must comprehend that this path unintrigued
Forsaken to some who dont know where it leads

Many will cross the threshhold, thats true
And perhaps, by time lapse, destination resumes
Is only for few, dont dis-lighten my mood
Cause my cargo is caked like some crud on my shoe

I walk like a rabbit thats prayed on by crows
I watch out of habit while keeping my toes
I see the door open, I wish it would close
I cannot look back, I can only push forward

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