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.