Tarnished

Water flows to soften, even the firmest sediment

Dip a cup into the river, so my seeds can germinate

What's worse? Holding out or hoping late

I think I need some moments to chill and respirate

Coping with these shifts, nothing substitutes their space

So now more than ever I will need my own place

To figure out reflections like the surface of a lake

The heart beat decreases 'cause it's longing as of late

Nothing but sweet time until I'm granted clearence

And I dine on the wine made from fruits of the spirit

I've been taking in account all the faces that are serious

For the world is a pearl that's been tarnished in appearence

Untitled

 I dont care about your shoelaces when what lacks is common courtesy, like wishy washy dreams in a world full of uncertainty. Little did you know that your few words could mean the world to me, even past the globe into the atmosphere of Mercury.

I don't concern myself with rumors, not at least with urgency. The climate coaxs facts and here we are in an emergency. The solution may be known but suppressed with such insurgency. So when its finally shown, it trails off with silver surfer's speed.

I care for your colidascope that carries out Grandfather Time. My interest is as intimate, proportionate to size of mind. But never mind, this pens my own, i'll make the journey home alone. A second thought that shakes the bones, I'll pull the sword out from the stone. By doing so resurrect the truth there's no need for apology, but simply for a single few to finally say they're proud of me. 

And if I won the lottery, I'd donate copious amounts, to corner stores, children sore, and pounds that rectify the ounce. Im led moment to moment towards a destiny I can't account. For tomorrows another day to hit the road and f***ing bounce. 

The question sticks inside the skin like vessels that are clotted. I've never been so silent as to feel this damn obnoxious. For even cause lacking effect can be part of a lesson. Just like a kiss upon the neck can carry great affection.

Dusk

Too preoccupied 

To see the lies through the costumes

The dream turned hostile

Getting lost in the volume 

Too much pride inside

To sit quiet and swallow

Reality can darken

Even get to feeling hollow

Broad alibi

Patience turned into frustration

Frustration switched to hatred 

Holding onto its foundations

The results are commonplace 

An internal state of slumber

That can cause a mind to wait

For the sunshine of the summer

But what happens when the leaves leave

Growing back indeed with accelerated speed

And a want becomes need, and a soul must be freed?

While the hopes of tomorrow lie awake in the weeds

I'm not saying much you dont already sense

I saw a pretty girl blush through a hole in the fence

And the city is tough without rhyme or a reason

And the winter is cold in the heart of the season 

We awaken alone, with a space to be pieced in

Yet I feel thats enough to supply for this evening.

Weekend Verse

If you've got the courage to face it, then yes it can be dealt with.

Actions taken without claim are sometimes seen as selfish.

Taking a new direction requires desire and application.

The clock reads 1:11, an affirmation.

Remember not to settle, that the genius still asks questions.

Wicked men are full of answers, but not so full of lessons.

I won't make it too complex, gotta spare the smooth digestion. 

Its going to take some time to understand my true intentions. 

Yet when a ship sets sail with intent to reach another shore;

So it is and it will be, an invitation to explore.

To grow and to develop, of course to understand;

Galaxies far out of reach, but only by our hands.

I'm gonna keep climbing towards the place I gotta be.

And when I get too tired let momentum carry me

Whether that's the breeze, or the words of a true friend...

I shoulda known better then to write deep on the weekend. 

Lol.

Spirals of Eternity

 Spirals of Eternity 

Everything changes.. well.. except maybe one thing

An eternal moment, spirals out like a wedding ring 

Through elapses of time, giving sight to the blind

Its amazing that I had a chance to meet you..

Death is just a doorway that we sleep through

A quiet space between another re-do

I followed all the clues, and even rang the bells

I knew I had to prove, that I could still excell

This play of words, this sentry's sight

Tears in two this paper life

The glasses shatter on the ground

The tree falls silent.. without sound

Can you hear angelic speech?

Or is it ever out of reach..

A cavern wide, tremendous, deep

Awakened by a single breeze

A solemn sneeze, excuse, achoo

It sure was pleasure seeing you

Life has its ways, of tempo, pace

To lift us up, and set astray

Yet squeeze its juices from the rhine

This dance will end all within time

Even without it, well.. we'll see

In spirals of eternity

Grasped Heart

 Grasped Heart 

It might just be too late,

Caught in a torrent that's pouring down lakes

We might have consumed more than it takes

Applied too much gas, and wore down the breaks 

So all attempts to stop it is futile

How can we rebirth if infertile?

Inching towards fate, at the pace of a turtle..

But what ever happened to destiny?

Was its pressure too great, and it ended arresting we?

When I'm gone will any attest for me?

The story continues like scenes from the bucket seat

We're venturing into intensity,

Sitting by streams that could liquefy dreams

Allowing their flow to pierce insanity's seams

To muddle the matter and all of its screams

Do we know when right actions to be taken?

Or leave it to those who have claimed to awaken,

Retreat from the throws, to the comforts of shading

Then read in the prose what abundance is waiting 

If only we stepped towards the light.

The depth of night ascends like 10 story tight ropes.

Forsook for our balance, so relying on talents

Seems the only way to progress 'cross this atlas

Well go on and proceed...

And heed the message before it forms a belief,

That safety equals satiety when crossing the street

Thought's thistles make one wanna moan 'bout disease,

The police, and the fruit ceased to blow in the breeze

Rest in peace...

While some piece together tranquil encounters

Others usher towards edges of privacy hedges,

Cutting down all relations they've fostered

Man oh man its like men are the monsters

Or simply consuming them straight out the can,

They say you are what you eat, and don't shit where you stand

But our flights been suspended, to hell with the plan

And the sayings and facts, when the future is damned

Like the weight on our backs, and our minds that may crack

If not shielded by what we just won't understand.

Be at ease... 

We may have fallen off track, 

A couple notes off of key

So its time to come back,

To the flow and the peace

To the strength and the speed,

Of a history repressed

To the skill and the score,

Of an upset with death 

That's the day we realize that the only regret,

Is the gift we left dormant inside of our chests 

Forgone and forgotten, concealed and suppressed

Detained and convicted, placed under arrest...

...yet Its never too late to remember

To die in a dream, and awake as an ember,

And burn with a fire that's as sweet as is tender

To dine at the table of an open hearts splendor,

And realize that "I" is my greatest contender 

Yes it's never too late..

To remember

Grasped Heart

Nearing the End!

 Desolate in the backdrop

The forefront, the blacktop

The air makes one woozy

That last step a doozy

The Earth has been changing

The minds are mechanic

Like cogs, its unnerving

Lights out at midnight

Reading discouraged

Patience abhorred 

The rush, all important

Keep moving, keep grinding

Keep searching, dividing 

Peace is such an odd thing

Nature its offspring 

Lets phase out the high priests

Lets construct new morals 

Gods commandeered for disguises and portals

The guise is preloaded

The wise are not current

The eyes that see brightly 

Arent brought to the surface

The leafs lose thier posture

The children feel hungry

The pages are emptied

A turmoil is bubbling

Who will be chosen

What prayer can be uttered 

The ozone and ocean

The sisters and brothers

An image of darkness

Spans over my vision

A lyric of lightwork

A simple decision

Between evolution

Destruction, division 

I peer to the ending

Where evil is fading

There is a connection

Between space and silence

There is revolution

That overcomes violence

Don't bow to confusion

Instead grab the horns of it

Victory will come

To the tall and transformative

Wellspring

 Wellspring

How can I pour out this cup?

This porcelain pitcher,

To drain its contents seems impossible

Everytime I spill this container, it seems to refill itself

Everytime I share its holdings, they are multiplied

First, with a steady eye, realize what fills it

An inexhaustible source of water

A limitless stream of love

An unwavering current of what matters most

A wellspring found inside me

I cannot empty this cup

Nor express its entirety

No matter my will,

No matter my work,

My whims or words

All are thimbles bailing the ocean

Over an endless duration,

It will remain unemptied

Unphased, and intact

How can I empty this cup?

I find no way, and no choice

But to accept it will always be filled

I've surrendered to this truth

And in this have found great delight.

Tears

 Tears

I keep one tucked, under the eye

A splash of salt water, dreamt with a sigh

In a lucious plantation, such a clerical vibe

While I'm stating my case, underneath the blue sky

I think today took the cake, in letting them flow

Letting off letting go of what I've come to know

Such beauty benign, yet it comes with a tole

Sometimes these eyes of mine, tend to overflow

With the pain and the hurt of the sick and the weak

To the grain and the dirt of an Earthly upkeep

Dont know what I deserve, both tired and meek

Its been a hell of a year, a month and a week

But to settle my nerves, these emotions do creep

Like a dimly lit home on the front of the peak

I tear out a page, with a tear that will ripple

Both an ocean of light, and emotional cripple

It almost seems to let go, to a certain degree

Lets the whole of me know, it's okay just to breath

It's okay to not know, and to suffer disease

It's okay to shed tears, when the substance is deep

Love Bomb

I'm constructing an Atomic love bomb..

When it hits the Earth and breaks its capsule

The surface of the ground will become a tabernacle

Its a prerequisite to the rapture... Imma make it.

Just to see an end to the matrix

Just to feel a melody gracing, every set of lips

Just to see my lady in laces, and her set of hips

When it concaves on the gravel, believe me, it will be legit

I'm gonna create a powerful explosive

Pour my heart into the details of every component

And everyone the blasts touch, will be gifted a cool rush

Those who've been known to go-nuts, will take a stroll to get lunch

Not only for themselves, but for thier family and community

The tremulous and terrible, now helpers of society

The stone and golden sculptures that are known for notoriety

Seen with a true set of eyes lacking idolatry.

I'm gonna birth a grand explosive, hitting the populace

Lifting impositions of dread, gifting astonishment

Out with the old, in with the new, a true apocalypse

That might confuse a few, but the others will admire it

Kabaam, kabang, kaboom.. can you imagine the magnificence?

Of waking from the blast to find a day unique as fingerprints?

Looking at your hand, no longer taking it for granite

Released from the bouting with all misunderstanding

Perhaps this is why God's got me planning...

To build a device, that could inspire planting

Perhaps this is why all the commotion in my minds eye

Just so I could potentially refresh the whole human kind

I think it was todays resurrection,

Thats got me dreaming of a bomb,

that might fall from the heavens

Turning all the 6's to sevens, 12's to 11's

Accelerating our ascent to compleation

Returns Home

 I slipped through the cracks,

Like an ember that leaped from the fire
I overate, overslept, overstayed my welcome
Now between this rock and hard place, I rest

It can never be easy, and less so explained
The words filter from a meshed mind
Syllables, consonants, frequencies of thought
From a place that reason and cause fall short

Falling short like me..
Starting things and leaving them unfinished,
Expecting greatness from mediocrity
Never designing a world that I am content with.
Short lived, shortly enjoyed, quick to pass
These are the hours of my contentment.

Hush now...

A million candles dimmer in an expansive field
Where trouble ripens, and is reaped
Thier flickering flames, the light that will usher me home

Home...
To a place I have been a thousand times
A familar place that can never leave me
No matter how wayward or astray the path goes

Home...
It is here I will dance until my feet tire
Here, a smile will spread ear to ear
For remembrance has again graced me
An everlasting peace, a forgotten ecstasy
Also, a poignant reminder

We will have trouble in this world,
Yet this touble will be overcome.

We will have doubts and demons,
All which will be shed upon our return home

Here I Am

Falling into silent surrender, like fresh air reaching the lungs. 

Lying down looking at the stars, I am steadily refracted inside thier image.

I paused, fell, became flustered.

I drank, ran, gained upticks.

Still not understanding where the pieces fit.

Here I am, once again, knowing in my heart of hearts an internal compass sits.

Sifting like the sands from beaches noone has, or will, ever tread.

Dining at the table of princes, paupers, and prestigious folk.

It was here I ate until my hearts content 

I spoke in tongues that were once mute

Fufillment graced my known space, paving over the cracks of discord for awhile.

Here I am, yet again.

Holding onto nothing, but being held and embraced.

Here I am, knowing so little, but having knowledge of your grace.

The sky above, the Earth below, and the ethers beyond.

Here I am, alive once more.

Era of Progress

 Taking fake wisdom

Raking cool crimson

More grist for the mill

Relax, homie chill

Weve got the victory

The L' s led us here

Isn't it ironic,

Funny, and queer

Leveled by levels

Learned from severe

Ties that were severed 

Have made it so clear

Sat with the spirit

The answers appeared

Reached verbal limits 

Reduced me to tears 

A studious student

Honed in on improvement

At home and abroad 

Serendipitous movement

Impressions are carried

The pencil tip stressed

Time dictates the passage

That love has professed

A simple progression

Notes played out of harmony 

A single rendition

That echos such honesty

A simpletons reason,

embedded in snow

A dire decision,

that gives way to glow

A minor incision, 

nutured and caressed 

A major compleation,

allowing me rest...

Where I Roam

Doves encircle an orangish sun

In a baking desert full of crosses 

These sacred lands of burial

Where each await thier resurrection 

At night, the birds loftily perch

Through a moon soaked midnight

Amongst the sun beaten shrubs,

Rest remains with those who seek it

There are worlds such as these

Scattered like fertile seeds 

Embedded in my mind

Engraved in my memory

Perhaps what I envision 

I have lived long ago..

Perhaps these scattered dreams

Will burst and bloom again

Ushering me closer to home

In the skies of my spirit

Where I travel and roam

Ocean & Sky

 

Does the ocean dream of the blue sky?

As its constant companion, and other half

Does it wonder, where did my depth come from?

Where did my first drop arise? 

Do its blue eyes find rest in broad horizons,

As they open a door for darkness to host the stars?

Does the sun grow jealous at the love affair between them?

Or does it simply revel in its own intristic part of the dance

And what of the snow covered peaks in the West?

Do they too meditate of when they were at one with the sea?

Sometimes I myself dream, and I am led to believe

This "I" is but an emptied cocoon, broken loose by endless sagas of sun, moon, sky, and rain

Like a shut book with endless secrets,

A well worn path with copious scars

Although answers are plenty,

Some questions still remain...

In oceans among oceans,

Who am I? 

In seas within seas,

Where did I come from?

In a sky full of stars

To which do I belong?

And...

How long will it be before my return?

Top to Bottom

Mastery is found untying patterns of reaction, not perfecting thier expression; a much broader implication.

If each would teach another via pen progression, then the whole world would learn of laughter and of lesson.

Between a hundred life times, seeded within like minds, human kind, a flame blowing brazen in the desert.

A path made in the wilderness, cut across the lay line, deja vu decends and it helps me to remember. 

Instilled in all the galaxies that spawn and still exist 

There yet remains a single grain divorced from conciousness 

Within our mighty nature most intrinsically designed 

Lies the universal will that ruptures space and time

The answers we may never know, just temporarily have to hold. 

Thats why I speak, and wake from sleep, span centuries within my soul. 

The 1st chapter lept off the page creating sound and visual 

The audio resounding ground, found rest atop the pinnacle.

DANG

 DANG

How can the profound bear so little significance?

When its embedded in me like a natural fingerprint

How can a harsh word gain so much momentum?

For the sake of my father, and those who accept him

It sinks into my heart like a traveler in quicksand

Truths never been popular, a prophet in his homeland 

Big tech, government, pharma, and treason

Kickbacks, anthrax, a scrupulous season

I'm gone from the urge to be on Earth, so I'm leaving

I'm calm in the fact i'll be imbursed for my reasons

We all fall short like leaving sugar out the recipe, 

Yet this time the report really did get the best of me

Its the police arresting me, strangers detesting me

All the confessions, transgressions, and enemies

What did I do to create that which is stessing me?

Dabbling in death so in silence i'll rest in peace

Yet.. 

No suprise, close my eyes, and once more they open

To a world thats deterred, and a system thats frozen 

Im playing scrabble with letters, d-t-s-n-y-e

Involving the "I" and arranging my destiny

Talking steps down a path, damned if I know where it leads 

Know better then to ask, I just carry my weary feet

Its blessings above, and peace to all those underneath

A heaven, an Earth, and a sequence thats tuned unique

1,000 lightyears

 Who am I?

I dont know why I am so inquisitive 

Perhaps it entails all the love that I have to give 

I dont know why I am so spontaneous 

In fact, my behavior may already look strange enough 

I dont know why I try beyond my means

Why many are mean, or what life really means

...

I dont know who I am, I just sense where I came from

And all the waves that I rode, and learned to be brave from

Between each desire is a memory hanged up

Like khakis cleaned pressed, let me rest, I'm so drained now

From all this confusion, i'd better keep moving, and distance myself from this point thats been proven

I'll just keep on rolling, concealing, consoling 

I am nothing at all, just an open pot boiling

Whose smoke dissipates, finding ways to the ozone

Just as every wave merges back into the ocean

If i fade tomorrow, just know I was chosen

And these are the thoughts I could not bear to hold in...

✌