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