Depression & Obsession

 

A necklace worn around the throat
A drainage ditch, I dug this moat
Sheltered by an overcoat
I row upstream in blackened boat

A fox's fur, a heroines smile
The river reeks of faint denial
I mend my mask and all the while
The darkness lulls me towards an isle

Further more unto a lake
The silence thick, I lie awake
Pressing on through simple song
To which the specters sing along

Depression plagues these rolling plains
A toggled switch within my brain
Beyond the clouds, past drops of rain
I still exist, but in a frame

💜🖤🤍🖤💜

The Price

 Whats the price of arrogance?

All I know condensed into a certainty

Closed off from the mystery

Allow me to paint the imagery 

Reading messages put me in a strange space

All this knowing, can I just cut the cord?

Float and drift through a thousand galaxies 

Why is it your mad at me?

What's the price of vengence?

Retalliating always harms more than heals

Before goodness sprung a leak in the bucket 

Words become sharp like incisors. To cut it..

What is the pursuit of justice?

When all the news is "just in"

Time works upon tight strings

Tuned up by a pipe-wrench

When I'm troubled, buried in rubble

I fall and I stumble, like losing consciousness 

Asking Q's like why do I exist,

I'm not afraid to admit I need him

God's son, Jesus, Christ, Forgiveness 

Cause all I really know is weighted

Counterbalanced by a picture 

May the steps that I limp

Better reflect his image. 

Yet to Be

 Yet to Be

And I... tend to think the planets gravitate around me

Perhaps another figment of mind.. mine sleeps soundly

As the mouse ducks the trap and learns from his surroundings

I devise these raps just to twirl and confound thee..

As a puzzle piece would, i grew up near woods whispy

Toarching grass with fire homing in on what is mystery

I was cruxcified and discovered full of envy

Snakes thats full of venom I would tell em "come and get me"

Quick release the groans and pangs, I'm well learned from these growing pains,

But still some miles yet to prove, that what I've gained I'll never lose

A mountain spans ahead of me

Do I deny making the climb?

I question parts of my design,

And feel I might be wasting time

So then I sigh, retreat and breath

A misfit that is set to lead

I feel it in the winds and trees

Becoming what I've yet to be 

Rejoining what is still unknown

A fever pitch that conquers clones

The list grows subtle, on and on

Out past the dusk, inside the dawn

I'll close the gap, my legs are long

I'll reach the peak consumed in fog

For what awaits I've yet to see

In all that I have yet to be.

YUP

 tongue tied, speechless, or possibly impaired. Down in my luck like I can't make a pair. I can't resort to rhyming any longer.

There is a mist in the valley tonight, from the airplanes overhead, they travel from a-b, x-z. Even with these overcast skies I wish it would rain. The plants here are extremely hardy. They go for weeks without much water. I know they can function, but wonder.. can they still grow?

I often think to myself about a brilliant mind.. what is it's purpose in a room of minds that have plateaued? Drug down deep by cruelty and false hope. Maybe it is an ivory tower intellect just needing some stimulation.

The mind links with the heart and there is harmony, if one strays too far forward and the other lags behind, we face more difficulty. We get caught up, we lose our abilities. I like to believe there is as much room for harmony and expansion in our mind that there is for chaos and misery.

Like the planes above, ideas float over many a head, many don't look up to see the night sky reveal itself, even in the plane, windows are drawn close for a rest or sleep. Such is the world and my woven perception. For now, we slumber. Turning my eyes to the sky, my mind to the heart, and my heart towards the eyes of creation; I see and sense much farther. I realize obstacles are consistently placed in life, and if we consider our best, consistently overcome.

Some lines in life take more time, even for the most skilled, after all age bites at our feet and can also bring a downfall from our prime and peak. Don't let anything consume you. Don't allow fear to be seated at the right hand of your conscience. Often, allow space for solutions and for processing, let things work themselves out. Take action when a decision is clear. Don't just think of what constitutes you, but live what constitutes you. Everyday we make and break the mold of days prior. If we are lucky an opportunity lies in the hour.

Deep down, we are bright.

Deep down, we are broad.

Like daylight strikes through the pane of glass

May we be stricken by something much greater than ourselves

May who we are, and what we are meant to be

Be revealed in the light of G-O-D

Diary

 Some have all possible resources but are not inclined to service. Many spoil in the lap of luxury. 

Others have little, so very little, yet have purpose, humility, and gratitude. 

It seems a willingness to suffer from lack can open our eyes to some invaluable things.

It seems to me ones misfortunes, pains, and shortcomings in life can be the soil to bloom from, or simply the quicksand that takes us under.

Is it all character and personal choice?

I don't believe it is at all..

More than anything life is a roulette wheel

We place bets on what we believe will yield results...

Enough trial and error can help us step away from stacked games.. perhaps into true belief.

I am so grateful for how God has influenced my life.

Although I may experience drought, loss, and lack

I believe he has planted me in the richest of soil

Through strife and strike I am coming back unto life eternal.

It is here, "We have everything we need" 

Growing Pains

Stability in motion,

No choice but to respect it

We are not sworn enemies, 

but bearers of perspective 

Inching towards an exit, 

endings mark beginnings

Skin is scarred, the flesh be starved, 

but heart still bears a message

No matter what I go through, 

the creeks of shit I row through

The throws and gains, the pangs of shame, 

the victory I hold to

Seeing that it holds true, 

In spite of plans that fall through

I fan the flame and further cause,

Towards destiny immortal

Art infused with threads of life,

Crossing borders through the night 

I'm not always running, 

just needed to say something

Mentality tribal minimizing tribulations

Mimicing the majesty, 

the fact we are adjacent

Neighbors knowing networks, 

knowers of our net worth

The chords are strummed and rarely cut,

Even during disasters

Such a sign of frailty, 

so I up and use my voice 

In growing pains, the growing shade,

Can breed a lack of choice

But know your boy deliberate, 

and shuns the insignificant

Wearing cross insignias, 

pen pushes for deliverance

The purple mountain majesty, 

the stars and stripes comraddery

The pride it takes, accept mistake, 

a merit to our odyssey 

I shake hands firm and properly,

But not Mr. Monopoly's

Believable because its true,

Reciprocated stern and cool 

To many men of diffrent crews,

Status, shapes, and apptitudes

Could it be what I've been through?

The changes in my energy?

The growing pains have sharpened faith,

To work towards greater unity

Thus I sense congruency,

To motivate the you in me

Results, insults are set aside

For everything thats true in we

A Real Man

 A real man has his happiness and his sadness

His joys and pains, he bears both smiles and tears

Somedays tears overcome the joys of his life

The face drops and sadness takes center stage

Pressing his mind, his chest, his muscles in a strange sort of way.

Then days, weeks, maybe months later.

The feeling subsides and happiness is born again

Through the pangs and presses of heaviness

A child is born, and it is a joyous child.

A real man has his pride and sense of creation

He toils, he sprains, he finishes his work

In the grand effort to create the world he dreams

Both splendor and pitfalls he wrestles with

A real man is mostly simple

He desires less for himself

And the most for those he loves

Forged out of fire, sun and the rains

Savannah heat and the cold tundras

He finds himself weather beaten and proved 

In Life, in Christ, he is both welcome and alive

In all the hours of his life lived

All the accounts and balances

Of love, pain, creation and that destroyed

A real man is learning and growing 

Expanding and relaxing upon life's ebb and flow

A real man contains oceans, mountains, and streams

Through all his elements, a real man holds himself

He is redeemed, for a real man has himself.

🙏🙏🙏

Epoch

Be proud of who you are. Be proud of the strength of character it has taken to overcome the challenges. Noone gets here by themselves. Shouts to God and his many hands that have helped along the way. 

Its all been a part of a never ending story 

An element, an acronym, another allegory

We get lost, we grow faint, caught up in exploring

Dreaming many dreams, till they become a horror story

In the end the dreams in vain, but this end of dream is beautiful.

The tension and the density is destiny recruiting you.

You want to ask me what to do, who to see, what to read

But in reality I be thinking thoughts at lightning speed

Learn to honor self. The strength and all its pathways

Because we're in the last days, all of this will pass away

A momentary display, a pencil scratching surface

I pray I got the chance to change a life through loving service

I pray for many things, out of past and premonition. 

I pray for peace, for rain, for hope. A chance to make a difference 

Not all golden glistens, and many men wont listen

To the silent sounds as they sweep and bring an ending

To all this lame commotion, this house on sand thats falling

What it really asks us each. Is why with all the stalling?

Why with all the hatred? The torment and the pain 

This faceless war continues without regards for a name

I dont trust many. Really, any. Put a pause on nice.

And understand my reasons clash just like fire and ice 

I ruminate a nightmare just to recognize the dark

Cause I be slaying dragons with the fire from my heart

Your lagging, so im laughing, your trailing all the same

Mistaking benediction for an hour free of pain

The lion and the lamb, alas both are found tame

And magic sweeps the Earth rejuvanating every frame

Of every time and place, and every drop of rain

Of every man, woman and child, the essence does remain

The

 THE

The wanting, the needing

The beat, burn, and blacktop

The voice in the backdrop

The pinnacle we're climbing

The moon piercing veils

The ships underneath it

The fool, friend, and martyr

The gracious high priestess 

The need for speed and space

The inquiry it takes

The soul lost for direction

The sense of strange relation

The stage on which it takes place 

The scenery, the greenery

The flowers, fields, and bucketseats

The bottomed out and settling 

The urge of exploration

The challeges we're facing

The rewards that we're reaping

The starlit summer evenings 

The history, the mystery

The poet and his imagery

The witchcraft and the wizardry

The wardrum sounding suddenly

The Godhead and the end of times

The meaning, rhymes of nursery

The brillance and the subtle shine

The goodbye when it hurts to leave

The hello and the herioism

The greeting of an open chapter

The bravery and intensity

The following of what we're after 

All that isn't mastered, that flowing and congealed

A game that is worth losing, to balance playing fields

Growing old on turning globes, full circle, back to whence we came

A memoir of a memory, scribed upon a well-worn page

Mountain Rose

Drop a call, leave a voicemail

Send a message in a bottle

A neatly wrapped package

That's found perfectly dressed

They said follow your path

Thus, I'm taking the steps

Three lifelines discovered in twists, turns, bends

I hit lines not to quit, I'm found phoning a friend

Its nonsense, its toxic, its beginning to end

Its a smile silently spreading, cheek to the chin

To encompass the Earth with an intricate verse

Revitalizing the nerves, and reviving the urge 

As to find myself living, from the head to the heart

Between latest of fashions, and the lost styles of art

Roads, reels, and roses

Threats and composures

Sun shines the brightest off the crest of the ocean

It gleams from the mountains, and it baffles the night

Blooming both flowers and our offspring alike

Man in the Mirror

 We won't even make honorable mentions

Hearts grow heavy like thrashing fists

End of time, the end of wits... we losing

But wait...

Is it irrational, to think like animals

Act like savages, to feel our reckoning?

To feed on the everlasting large idea,

That something seperates the two of us

Through roadblocks insurmountable,

In kingdoms that rule over us.

We wake up each day with an added aggression

Cause shit no longer works, and our lessons won't lessen

Cause we sleep on the message, the timing and its essence

I ain't no messiah, but does it take a king to see?

We gladly die and loosely, lose grip on reality

Take a seat and make some tea, theres no going back

The train crashed, the boat sank, the plane bombed from the sky

We fall fast, with no name, yet we ask ourselves why

Caught in lie, victimized, often sensing an angle

Looking over our shoulders, growing increasingly flagrant

So if this is the sink hole, tell me wheres it all draining?

And why are we waiting? For brief explanations?

For meek confrontations? Please do some explaining

Not just mere rearranging, but a broad transformation

Not for me, or to neighbors, but to the man in the mirror

Its high time we begin to see reflections some clearer

Both emotional tides and Serendipitous scriptures

Are constructing the vibe of the widening picture

Things will only get worse, before they get better

And before we can fight we must learn to surrender

To the inner-man, inner-plan, remarkable vision

For the power inside trumps that of politicians

When the chasms grown wide from a lack of decision

We must fall, flow, and rise towards a new situation

We must tee off from lies and revolutionize systems

We must lift up our eyes towards the summits of heaven

Romance

Theres something subtle that I miss when me and you are kissing

While times aligned and joy is blind, beginnings merge with endings

Like all we've seen, crude and serene, have brought us to this moment

And all we deemed unfit for dream, contacted by atonement

A crescent moon that blooms the tides,

Whose light is rather ancient

Personified inside the mind,

With memories adjacent

Can it capture the end of time? Or draw both strings together?

We knew from past experience there would be storms to weather

Our separation leaves us blind, and dry like angry deserts

A drop of water soon reminds, we're better off together 

So clear the water from your eyes, the sobbing and the curses

The lessons kind, and well defined, the swirl in the cursive

I'm unconcerned with serpents, theres no venom more potent

When all the do, and speak, and are, fills up these Arctic oceans

I could go to endless depths, this riverbeds become it

Instead I flick a cigarette, its ashes unbecoming

Of what we really stood for, of what was represented

A minute grants another chance to put it in perspective

Rap Journal

I dont care for the way the world is going, while the Earth turns steady and slow. Rapid and forever, quality elusive. Sometimes you can just tell. Its about to get rough, an upheavel of needs. An unvieling of greed and great sufferings.

Somewhere there is a list that says we've signed up for this. Supreme contracts that perhaps we cannot forsake. These times alone are more than what many can take.

Battles of mental health, spiritual warefare. We live in a bright sun and beautiful dreams. Never let the demons take a foothold, instead destroy their whereabouts, areas their hanging out.

The end that the means cant justify, still.. we have to try. To live with integrity and not a lie scrupulous. You might pick up an artifact and think, "I don't even know what to do with this."

I'm looking for someone to share my life with, someone to delight with and grow alongside. My soul groans like an engine, imma shut up and ride. But first check the oil and the fluids. Don't overproduce it, you'll take a great fall. We grew up under legacy of Baal.

Now we strain and stretch for Christ, doing right with all our offerings. Schools of thought are awful things, when they breed the thoughtless. I'm trying to stimulate your good conscience, while uprooting what needs to be abolished. I'm tired of being honest amongst tyrants.

Eternal Friend

Eternal Friend

Turn back my pages.
My scripture, and hallmarks
Addressed the dark, carress each part.
Each folly, fiction, benedictions split.
Peered through the keyhole, rose to occasion
Downgraded, upgraded, designed, created
Is it the Matrix? I think not, lets skip scenes
Near the back of the film, we find its a daydream
We walked down these cracked roads
Caught up in the same climb
Denoted the noise, captivated by starshine
The sunburst, the skyline
A lone dove that watched us
Guiding each stream to the crest,
Of ocean's cusp...

Sent from beyond, like words from an angel
Gifts to rearrange you, with danger to steer through
While time slips through sleeves trying to destroy an image
You redefine many by strength of resilliance
I'm still reminiscing, remember such brilliance
Its tucked like a sword in the bosom of limit
The ozone, it shatters.
In shapes, shards, and colors
Both evoking wonder, and summoning studders

Sharing a smoke under leaves of a peach tree
What is a lie, while honesty flies free?
When doubt dissapears, found unlatched by a turnkey
Where is loneliness when you swim out to meet me?
While breezes blow glades, and ripple green grasses
While fire burns praries and rougue flame ammases
Where are we found when there's no one to ask this
Simmering sweetly, like yams with molasses

Nothing Left to Burn

The fire leaves no stain, no scar, no morsel.
Jump into the hearth and endure the unaffordable.
The portals blue, the brightest blaze
Will rise like tales of renegades.
It births brilliance that comes in waves.
For days and days in myriad ways.

Deep into the mirror gaze..
What is it you hold and wish
One chance may be all you get
Make the most of what exists
For what cannot, it must be burned
Your fabrications well deserved
To fuel this most savored blaze
Like boneless wings properly glazed

Mellowed out like holy smoke
Stare and gasp but don't you choke
Its possible your time is done
The flame it bellows like the sun
Traceless fire, unending heat
In this pyre take your seat
And as time boils to an end
The coal consumed, the embers spent
The carbon of your souls canvas
Will cast away after lament

You'll feel lighter, fresher too
Infused with a most daring fuel
The dross of folly felt no more
You may spread your wings to soar

You want an end to all the pain
The sky is yours without a plane
The answers here within these lines
And remains till twilight of time

Dont let it be cause of concern
And flounder in a man made maze
For when theres nothing left to burn
You must set yourself ablaze

Inward Philosophy

Inward Philosophy

Be drawn to the Philosophy that brings you inward
Within and without
Without and within
We walk on the bridge, teetering on a dream
I fear most will ask "what do you mean?"

You've got to receed! You've gone out too far
Trust in the facts of who we say you are
I've treaded too far, been taken from shores
There are yet horizons that must be explored

I'm a traveler
I'm a mouse, I'm a key
An oddball, a damp log, a darn rarity
I'm a home in the woods
I'm an overturned plea
Always climbing the ranks of inward philosophy

Join me for tea
We can finesse new angles
Spit out the demons, and speak with our angels
I've spoken enough, so quiet I'll be
Dreaming in depth of inward philosophy

NoBoDy

Nobody can arrest me

Detest or suppress me

Fill me with venom, or leaflets of envy

Nobody can control me

Alarm or do harm, see?

I am what I've searched for

Don't bring up the old me

The hold never fold me

Steamrolling, free falling

The clasp drops from ink pen

The noise rises.. "BALLIN'"

No Hitler, No Stalin

No duel-fisted Tyrant

I rant stances irate

Through hooks that're vibrant

Consumed in my study, I rise to a vantage

Where I comprehend the laced lines of these stanzas

No Jerry, no Kramer, no no George Castanza

This poem sets my soul free, unleashed and advantaged

About a Friend

He dissapeared, reappeared, left again and took the ball. Gave memories to the game of life, but I fear something, somehow went wrong. Many moons and different tunes have been sung under trees thats tall. Your words were tuned to strike a nerve, though I wonder did they happen... at all?

I'm sitting here with everclear letting the breeze carress my face, i'm hopeful now, i don't know how, or what erasure did take place. My mind is clean, no time to seeth, or bubble in eternal sulfer. Just these gusts, my trusty gut, it beats like drums forged in a fire.

In books of life i found your name, i'm sorry for the bitter pain. I think of rain and how it falls, in symphony it drizzles, and in this hour I realize that your life was like a riddle. Few could crack, like laden backs that don't succumb to stone. There's no need to atone, you made it on your own. It's kinda jacked.. really in fact.. some come and face this life alone. Yet in the stars you found your home, it reasons rhymes right off the dome.

Your always with me, never not, the way we grew up to be taught, about existential fares. Your ticket stubs right over there. This lifes a labyrinth but man. You saw me for just who I am. I'm glad we got to kick the shit, you carry on in conciousness. And it aint even that you died, just passed the puck and said farewell. I hope you have a mellow ride to places where your welcomed still.

✌

EVERYONE DESERVES A VOICE

EVERYONE DESERVES A VOICE


Represent the unrepresented.

Thats what the task is

Thats constructive use of voice

And when you speak address the atlas


The gloves are off, but I spy governement flimsy

Why else would they try to mute me sending freebies

The greater truth and justice pursuit,

the greater punishment

Thats why we need to abolish our greed,

and form a brothership

Our bravest souls are thinned out,

waiting for the mothership

Yet your outside your element,

when your not in the club with crisp

Have a goulish hand curling fingers 'round a cancer stick

And the lack of daylight has clearly gone to your head

I attended the movies, it felt like dawn of the dead

Represent the unrepresented,

Thier voiceless lips that shiver

Drawing signs of wisdom like an arrow out the quiver

But to you its looking old in your absence of soul

All this knowledge smothered out by what you know

An unknown, is the father unable to see his children

But he's willing..

A solider who cannot carress his girlfriend

Yet he's killing..

A homeless person in a mental whirlwind

Whats he feeling?

Don't you see that everyones a story?

I've been reading..

So stand up for the lonely uninvited

For Sparta, or at lease a part of... Leonidas

We've been given ability like Nightingale has melody

Why disregard our own and slump in envys seat??

Aint it obvious..

Through solid sense of apathy we've accepted this catastrophe

Created and controlled by an asphyxiated logic

Whats choked out the vocal cords of freedom?

Weight of pocket, desire to profit, so imma hop off it

The sinking ship that most enlist to sail to land of promise

Me I remained silent, strong on self reliance

But generals see differently than privates..

Represent the unrepresented, the untouchable

Even if this makes their masks uncomfortable

You'll be glad at the purpose that emerges to the surface

And the true sense of discernment that dawns in you

I promise you.

✌

Spiral Staircase

Read these tension lines like a story
Although I appear young, I am also those who came previously
This beating drum of flesh within my chest
Is woven with a million mortal memories

It appears in this sense, I have lived many lives, loved countless loves, and danced to its bluesy rhythms. Eternal, immortal? I don't know. Just that this skin is true, and that beaneath it truer still.

We all wish to leave something behind, like a gemstone to a family member. In our right minds, we all wish to contribute.  A painting, a poem, a tear. Just to bridge beauty with the soul once more.

I am an old soul. I speak with a spritual draw. That will not be muted amongst the applause. I am a result of everything I have seen, in this beloved space recognized as a dream. I am... an author a poet, though you may not know it,  I am the beauty that loves forever more

Real Growth

Imo society has seldom demanded or required a person to be mature, intelligent or operate from integrity. Usually these traits are brought about by one who has an internal driver to seek them, or life rattles an individual to the point they have to face the facts and handle thier suffering in a different way.

We are a culture of ideals and morals, rules and regulations. These rules are often assumed as good and necessary, but how seldom that realization is someones own. The diffrence of knowing integrity and living it are like knowing about the events of WW1 from a textbook versus experiencing the zones of combat, the press chambers, or an intimate friends death. When you live it, taste it, experience it, it becomes your own.

  Talk is cheap. Imo.. we are a very immature and idealistic species. We arent taught how to acess our potential in school, and often we arent guided by our peers to a higher aim in life. Even religions have fallen short, they have failed.

We create a code of conduct,  but rather paying homage to the creator, instead we idol the code, fall below the code and are forced to act it out. When someone goes against it, there is judgement, distress, and gossip. When someone rises above it there is praise, reward, and awe. Its lies in the mechanics of it all.

But.. youve gotta leave theoreticals and deal with whats at hand in the best way you can. Rising above social conditioning (which is violence) takes everything we have. It takes time, effort, sacrifice, patience, resource, it takes self understanding. Real growth is in the hands of those unafraid to go against the masses, someone with courage to seek the truth and reciprocate it to others too. Real growth. Real knowledge, comes from direct experience.

Stop making more ideals and start realizing the significance of the ones your sitting on. Stop projecting outward and your journey of self knowledge begins. Its a relationship you can grow along side till your hour of death. Its the big picture, the heros journey. It doesnt belong to anyone, until it trusts its belonging to you. Once you claim it, noone can rob you of it. Its so essential.

Quiet Storms

Tension rises in the world
Ugly, rearing, fierce and mean
Who is the foul beast?
That gave birth to this machine

Mellow on the surface
In quiet complication
Rising 'neath the Earth crust
The wakes of confrontation

Stupidity, it overflows
While lines form in front of voter poles
Is this how we change the globe?
Policies and strange reform

I write this for the yet unborn
Dreaming bars that keep them blind
Filled with angst, and violent scorn
The hallmarks of our human "kind"

Decades pass and so do we
Older still but none the wiser
All our attempts to solve for Y
Another strand of worldly fiber

My patience has grown dry
Like tongues that chirp and chatter
I'm waiting for the day
We reach the point we're after

But that will never happen
Because we are so far apart
While quiet storms are lasting
Within this troubled heart

Diary

If you think of me and you feel kindness, love, and the presence of a friend then I have succeeded. If you think of me and feel envy, boastfulness, guilt and doubt, then I have failed.

Life is crazy. I love you, thank you, forgive me. There are endless paths and ways and if ours crossed.. thank you. I wish I could say more or express this love I feel, but perhaps you will have to discover this all for yourself.

It wont be long till there is only light, peace, and transcendence. Until all unfolds from an empty will. So know I love you and God is better and more beautiful than ever imagined. I cannot express the unexpressable or contain the uncontainable. Just know.. and feel.. and find your way.

I love you.

In the Silence

Hush my child, do not seek
Or weaken yourself unnecessarily
The rolling waves that make us speak
Leave, and grant no further utility

In the absence of the world,
The ending of the walls of which
Have been constructed during the hour
We fade, and close our eyes to rest..

As flowing scenes within a dream
Now everythings found open
And all our explanations fade
Within this golden moment

Dawn is tucked away once more
While night emerges in triumph
And so we find our games and lore
Swallowed by the silence

Here we are as spirits
Spectors bearing witness
An avalanche, a quiet storm
Of truth, love, and forgiveness

Here we are like lively ghosts
Hollowed as the father
Full of breeze, and ancient code
Beyond what words can author

Tonight before you slip to dream
Holding tight to blankets
Know within your heart of hearts
The silent hour approaches

This hour is of secret
The strangest form of magic
It blooms beside a quiet mind
As silence sweeps the atlas

Second Coming

The fire burns hotter, higher, for the fuel is firm
Through the Earth and beyond, the sky is ablaze
The raging flame climbs, giving accent to the dark
A beacon that beckons those who see and seek it

Drawn in,
I am but an exploding ember
Leaping from coal to coal, spilling forth
Into the uncharted, and incomprehensible night
The same night that ravishes this sincere soul

My lament pours out, like rain from the clouds
Oh night, why must you be so fierce and piercing!?!?
Your surrounding darkness seems unconquerable
Your battalion of shadows, inescapable
Your mild might stretches far out into space
Farther than my comprehension can ever reach..

I can no longer bear your limitless burdens,
I cannot defeat you
Nor move your face towards the sole star I circle
I can only repel you, and this is why i burn
I burn in display of a cause I fear is lost
I burn like the gaseous giants of the Milky Way
In some far off hope that you may fall and shatter
To be erased from the memories of time and space
That an everlasting light will shine,
Taking your place

Oh night..

Although my blaze is incomparable to your vigor
I sit and burn, awaiting the return of the second sun
The sun of righteous glory, whose dawn rises within
I wait and am whisked away by the dream of this sun that will rise once more,
forever more,
and yet again.

Roads

Roads

And here we are in the midst,
Of another year passing
Nothings changed but the darkening tint,
Of our glasses

Its heavy and its random,
Just like a man at ranson
Just like an anti-nationalist
Singing the anthem

I've cut plenty fabric
Backpacked cross the atlas
You find degrees of consciousness
Are steady the same
Makes a hopeful heart take refrain
And a mastermind question his most heroic aim

After all, this the life we push pull and are getting thru
Cold sweats and potraits, do memories think of you?
Another sweltering day but I'm sheltered from rays
Managing the savage ways we may muster the truth

With this luck worth a buck I'm investing in you
An old soul mellows by a ciggeretes sultry fumes
To ask who are you, and to ponder this "I"
Two roads one could travel but I'm taking the sky
So until cars can fly theres no obstructing my high

I hope this rings right as it does relatable
And it picks up your smile like bouncing on inflatables
Depressions a hard road in these valleys of life
And its often I'm asking, I'm I doing it right?

Tomorrow is a hollow I approach and divide
Like two supernovas imploding deep in the skies
I see the whole world reflected in the spark of your eyes
And the entirety of literature scribbled slow in these lines

You are one of a kind,
Your impressionist depth
Has the workers dream wonders, cursin under thier breath
To retrace every step, to put them down on the map
You would find that our steps, intersect, overlap.

Peace and Love

Fire of Sacrifice

Creation/Destruction/Sacrifice

Getting lost in something you created is fine for a moment, but don't let it swallow you. It then possesses and can drag you deep into some abyss.

 If the pen is mightier than the sword it is because of the ingenuity behind the pen. If the sword is mightier than the pen it's because the skill and craft of the swordsman. The flame of creativity can forge pens and swords. It can also create a strong man.

Like a dull sword into the flaming hearth, you have to sacrifice your outdated creations. You may give them up willfully, loss of interest or by having them torn from you. They go back into the fire of creation, and their raw materials are used for further creation, or strength of will.

It's so similar to a video game, our character excels, our level increases, and we gain abilities and traits to carry heavier loads, travel longer roads, and defeat deadlier foes. It can be said the character not the same, but has grown through the journey. This growth occurs in oscillation between creation and being destroyed.. the "being" that is destroyed is our attachment and fondness to our own creations and captivities.

And it is fine to create beautiful things, drawings and livelihoods, fine china, film.. etc. But what of when it turns into something dull and dead? when your energy to create is spent and there is no more fire?

Then we must destroy. We must destroy our attachments to material and form. Gross or subtle. We must use our identity as tinder, whether physical, mental, emotional.. we must use the dross of our existence, as grist for the mill. We must rub two stones together until they spark a new flame.

Sacrifice. Isn't it ironic that what makes us miserable gives us a sense of identity? The woe is me that replays in our mind grants a sense of 'I matter'. It grounds us, but to the wrong things, and for the wrong reasons, that is.. if it is our desire to reignite.

To let go of our attachment, our creation, isn't like releasing a dove that is dying to be returned to the sky. (Your lucky if it feels so) but to again challenge ourselves for what we are, where we are, and have brutal honesty in our evaluation. It is to return again and again to the notion of sacrifice.

Sacrifice is dying to what you believed yourself to be, and being an active participant in transforming that material into a more refined substance. It is not for the feign of heart, but for the rare breed who are sincerely through with their misery and repetitious lives, who are seeking to discover and not seeking to get lost in the search.

I'm with You

I'm with you.

Couldn't scribble enough lines to say that I'm trying
To make it seem we less of an island
I was seeking.. reality to deepen.. happiness to creep in
Most of us is sleeping.. awaiting a bright dawn

I'm with you

See it's hard to see, when you turn that key
To beckon your sails towards eternity
Some sort of infinite journey, I admit its concerning
I admit I might've taken too far, but I'm learning

I'm with you..

In the sunshine, the high times, the raindrops and crime
Although misinterpret, its still worth it.
This inner passage towards an inner purpose
This sense of care that I seldom let surface
Lets surf this.

I'm with you

When you pick up your sword and do a service
Spill the tears of your eyes and bleed the ink of the pen
Im drawing from strength found within
Dont be nervous, simply sit like a catholic service

I'm with you, for you, never against you
I know times intense but dont let it hurt you
Don't let it worry, don't mistake it as permanent
See you had to be shook, so your true seeds
Could germinate

Im with you.

Conspiracy

Maybe I don't believe it,
as true to my 6th sense
Or maybe I don't wanna live a life so intense
Yet my mental is open, like an ocean of thought
One these agendas are sending shockwaves across

You see..
It's clear to me
I'm bumping feet on the hurdles of conspiracy
Then again, I see, how it has root in reality
I'm part convinced, and half convicted
Wading with a little intrest,
through some social sickness

I'd choose..
A walk in the park, or planting seeds in the garden
To be self immersed and feed a dog that is starving
Pour a strong drink and take a sip in the shade
Rather lay, contemplate, and make art all day

Celebrate the little accomplishments of others
Keep to my business, hobbies and interests
For theres always gonna be an idea to invest
A scheme, or a plot, to affirm or discredit

Yet evil is a real thing, think of child abuse
And people false convicted,
And justice being misused,
And people growing old without an idea of what love is
And poor minded folk, selling thier soul to show biz

I guess I find a learning curve in explaining how I feel..
There are ideas of my own that I limit and conceal
I'd like for good to triumph, and evil be revealed
That apple might be poisoned, yall already know the deal

5G and Cancer, evolution, misconception
Blackface, elite race, what goes on behind the camera
Lucifer, and holy war, ghosts summoned by candel
Acid eats enamel, Bill Gates in a flannel
Vaccines, Psilocybin, and the outcome of the Planet
Shoot...

I mean damn. Theres so many threads I lost count in my head, so my simple plan to understand before going to bed?

Keep my feet straight ahead,
Keep my lamp on a stand,
Although little in my life goes according to plan
I just keep pressing on with a song in my heart
I'll continue to learn, and know I'm playing my part.

Random Facts

Ive got a super nexus in my solar plexus

Birthing destiny outta the fact im homeless

Thats alright, I couldnt stay in place forever

The worlds a cold place, that endures for pleasure 

Spin fates wheel, you don't like my ideal, but I keep a low profile. Anyway.. in the meanwhile.

What's this talk of an easy life? Can I get a slice? Life is strife it cuts and gashes. Even saints suffer from rashes. Can't we learn to share and speed? Won't you teach me how to read?

The wind, the willows, and the reed. The horn that blows and brings pure peace. I guess my soul has been many places. A hot contestant in these races. Most people come then take thier leave, I wish it wasn't so.

Everybody leaves, I'll probably die alone, a few heartfelt impressions. Then resume learning my lessons. Is the stance I take advanced? It won't amount to nothing. Just a misfit that wanted once to stand for something.

It's an oblivous world, so long my souls playmate. Too many cursed fights, not enough foresight. I'll mope under  streetlights thats just what my worth is. Faith can't ressurect all this sad boy garbage. All timelines exist simultaneous. Wish I could prevent all lifes sadness. 

Lifes come a long way since yesterday. Heres a chance to grow and cringe. To learn and earn, to burn and singe. The many moons of Saturns rings. I'm called to writing once again. 

Fall and Rise

The falling away of illusion
The shattered fate swept away
In the breeze blown trees, in the surfer's wake
Here in lies, a scale of mind, measuring the stakes
One side speaks of love and peace, another..
Breeds mistake

The heat of heart concaves to art
A lovely theater, each part played
But what of cuts, gashes, and scars
That leave one's chest in dissaray

The novice might well have his say
His expertise, naivety
When conditioned to a high degree
Patterns confound, from June to May

The system bumps, bruises, and bangs
The seperate pieces misaligned
The hour is now, the fight is nigh
Thats right my hero, reppin time

Don't save your strides, protect your piece
Neglect the queen and sacrifice
It takes a hint, for ill convinced
To know the notions asinine

He won't withstand the strength of time
The blistering beat of hollow tones
And if his feet wander the snow
This path of his he trails alone

Again he goes, foretold, foregone
The will is weak towards substance strong
The strength of speech won't hold till dawn
The midnight deep, conflictions,  torn

You'll find him there, not here instead
Asleep, alive, yet almost dead
Reminiscent on the thoughts
A sniper spots, and poet jots

This scene so seldom come across
The brave battalion disembarked
The shade engulfs the yonder dark
A young marine on roads to heart

Some ripple fragrence, some misteps
Some rippen fruit, some lead to death
Each way thats crossed assume the next
Discernment lies in every step

Approached by many, yet so few
Proceed the passage, see it through
Both foes and alleys, strange to who
Bears audacity to seek whats true

Emergent now, the journey fades
Like risen tides, like sines and waves
Infernal blaze yet still one stands
An ashy face, that of a man

Something bright sits at his core
The victory reich, some ages old
A product of a fabled lore
A fiction, still, within this war

Without, this battle well rehearsed
Within, a spirit reimbursed
A ledgend to the endless fight
A light of good, 'mongst boundless night

This Moment

This Moment

An elaborate scheme, a worthy opponent
Bare feet on the grass, out at night by my lonesome
A wit that intrances, a letter to open
Niether pair, for my opiate lies in this moment

Approachable solely for what it is not
By tracing it's shape, one my finger can't jot
It's might crosses oceans, canals, country bridges
This moment awake, alive, calm and crimson

The golden component that beads from the pen
This silver strung whisper, stuns many a men
A traceless bouquet, an aroma thats ample
That fosters the flame on the tip of a candle

To thirst and to search, combust and to burst
A copius purse, yet this empowering urge
Does not involve having the power to splurge
But to read and to learn, to calm and observe

To flow out of folly, to feel out the word
The root of the heavens, in relation to world
This moment unearthed, that remains unappraised
Standing tall at it's center, aglow and aflame

This Moment.

Woman

Oh woman how I have craved,
but have yet known to be brave..
Shy and ill immersed, both enraged and inslaved
Your wholesomeness, your sacred stare
Your lofty kiss, and spacious air
The fabric of your rippled hair
The fragrence of your ripened prayer
Your presence, lucid and prepared
It strikes the heart with brilliance
And brings about a spiraling peace
So awesome and so instant
I will not dictate feeling, I tremble at the notion
An impulse to destroy your gifts,
casts embers towards the ocean

The ground you walk is open
Both sanctified and dignified
A heart centered implosion
Destroys the script within my mind
To place your base in heaps of waste,
And discard your influence?
That would be a grave mistake,
A fail to face the music..

Your melody is sulfer to the dull and unaware,
Who run with pride through all of time,
not to jeopardize thier wares..
But now I am prepared..
My thrashings I've recieved
My pride a tattered pamphlet, one impossible to read
I wish not to insult you, or take moments in vain
I desire to uplift you, like the sun after it rains

So this is my refrain, you may shudder, fold and laugh
I've made it through this pain,
that there is no looking back
I stare straight through the cracks,
unto the death of heavens
Where angels fall like hollowed tears,
Upon the Earth with reverence
Im granted only minutes, then again my eyes are sealed
But in this time, your essence shines, and beauties are revealed..

Magnificent and pure,
Both gentle and aflame
Oh woman, take this heart of mine..
This urge I can't explain
Oh woman take these eyes that seek..
Your soft and tender frame
Oh woman soothe this mind that seeths..
This heart that beats and slowly bleeds..
Oh woman take this vanquished beast..
And love that which remains

The Dawning of Man

You cant always get what you want,
But what if i told you to want is divine..
Would response ripple kindness inside of your mind?
Would a vision show hope in the eyes of the blind?
Would an impact inspire the whole human kind?

Reap what you sow
As I am, yes I know
That in many directions an outreach might grow
That a pick up might save, causing scorers to fade
Its a flowery bouquet, and yet remains a game

Love out loud
In likeness, be proud
of the steps you have walked
Through experience plowed
I can't figure it out, or blow past the impossible
Within this cloud, I'm a droplet, a molecule
When lightning roars loud and the water disperses
I know life is a gift, and this gift bears its curses

To fall, and to climb, and to fly and to rise
And to swear, and to wait, and to suffer this weight
To conclude, and concur, both to learn and to lie
And to meet, and to merge like the moon with the sky

To laugh, and to dance, both as sinner and saint
And to cry, and to die, and to find out what aint
A part of the show, but a show of the parts
With the memory of faith, by the motives of art

All in all, beauty reigns, ugly fades with sensation
And some good can be reaped out of each situation
Grant yourself patience, persevere through the pride
For the world to unfold as the truth is realized

For, if theres to be meaning, then may it soon arrive
Through the trials of triumph 'cross eons of time
Upon roads of the spirit, all together we ride
Towards the dawning of man,
Thats found solely,
Inside

Plant a Dream

Plant a dream and watch it grow
Reality is what we sew
Taking roots within the soil
Feed it faith as well as toil

The bean of beans, ones magic gift
Dont trade it in as market thrift
Even at the end of wits
A dreams a dream, believe in it

Find a place to plant your seed
Amidst the forest along stream
Grant seasons it may foster growth
Plus pull the weeds that tempt and choke

The rain it pours, the flood it spasms
And sends your saplings to the gallows
Your posture then is one of grief
Where is the ease to birth a dream?

Like large apartments in the sky
Your dream can prosper here is why
Where one falls short, then perhaps two
Can accomplish the task yet proved

We must continue and improve
Progress even while less than soothed
We must take head and sew our seed
In docile clearings free of weed

Perserverance, patience, time
A potent mixture when combined
A dreams a dream, yet undefined
When only kept within the mind

Night Stroll

The dusk had came and went, and night was in full swing. The air swelled with the freah aroma of cherry blossoms. The pavement was cool, even through the soles of ones shoe. Peace and folly danced in the blowing breeze. Humming bike spokes, the soft gurgle of the canal, and intermittent lights along the walk, an evening both strange and luminous.

Why do we guard our hearts? So that the small sweet things are so often blurred over. Why do we protect our past with such a closeness? Perhaps this place has ceased to recognize beauty in the mundane, and passes on opportunities to open. Again, the strong scent of cherry blossom infuses within ones nostrils.

Are we not but visitors? Grounded for some days, weeks, years or decades.. and the importance of time. Do we realize its precious opportunities? or perhaps take them for granted. Maybe we feel they allude us altogether.

The surroundings open to a dim lit street, where tall pines cast thier shadows across the cement. In the shadows cast, one cannot make out their individual branches. The night is still, calm, and peaceful.

  Knowing no riddle cracked or question answered, a smugness spreads across the wanderers face. Porch lights come into view and an urge kicks him into high gear, the same that sent him into the night, it is the urge to return home.