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!!!