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.

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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.