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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...

✌

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