Blood boils my we' brain
I can barely contain!
How much words,
They can change!
Soul
Steal!
This cold-steel©
Here feel!
(Head rolls)
From the dead trolls
In my head
Who had taken control
Just for a second
We roll
Together
never forget
With words
you can help submit
Your-self and your own spirit
Which can
(In-turn)
Return
7 FOLD!
So "Go"
AND BE BOLD
But whatever you choose to do...
Don't let your heart grow cold!

a two way street
Of others its sweet
Absorbed
Its abhorred
And the fuel of charlatans and hypocrits
A measure is safe
But too much and its too late
It comes, just before the fall.
And dwells inside us all.

Made up of "what if"s'
Confusion and twists...
You are chaos and death
But defeated none-the-less

If words can cut
Much more than swords...
Then sharp
I am.
Cutting to the marrow of bone.
Spirit
Honed
By tragedies stratagies
I tear the flesh,
Rend the garments,
And slice at God.

JULIEEEEEET!!
Wherefore art thou?
And how?
Can you see me?
The world outside is set against us.
Hellbent on caging the free.
But in Love we must place our trust.

We bow down on the stage of this comedic-tragedy.

If ever I could leave;
A finer Legacy...
This universe,
Lives in me.

Relation Linear
(He was)
First given,
Last to take.
O' sleeper,
Wake.

You sell your soul
For a taste of acceptance
With muse in hand
You slam, without repentance.
Colors bleed thru
And paint a darkend hue.
So light can shine?
So light can shine.
Such blinded eyes.
He lies in truth.

I went away,
For many months,
To discover who I really was;
Just who I am, to this great world,
And why they feel like blood.
When searching deep,
And spanning wide...
I "happened" upon a great wave!
Too big for words,
Only one verb, to save.
"RUUUUUN" shouted one,
Not far but near.
I turned around looked up and saw  
the Son.
"Come here"
Fear embraced me
Hope, my saftey, I Ran like cheetah speed.
And as the waves were at my back,
I stopped and had a laugh.
All is here,
To wipe me clear.
From the face of this existence.
But the Tsunami strikes
With no resistance.
And ears now listen.
The end is hear.
Here me.
"Hell... fear me.
I am the one that will bring you down"
Let faith resound!
No longer lost,
He is found, grounded, and free.
Like an eagle upon a tree.
He's a visionary.
He envisioned, defeat.
Roll with so cold angelic fleets,
That wash the feet, of the worn and weary.
Born of battling, me.
Bored of haggeling sheets,
Made more than most,
Who can see.
Casted the lots in the deepest sea.
He screamed  "Please save me"

Reserved;

"o' be careful little eyes what you see...
o' be careful little ears what you hear...



  
                                          
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                                       **For the Father..."

           -old Pentecostal hymn

Ive never been much until You touched the crutch is gone and now im singing a brand new song You came along and took me from the grave You saved me!......
AND NOW I'M SO MUCH MORE! HOW CAN I AFFORD TO BE ANYTHING LESS THAN WHAT THE LORD HAS CALLED ME TO BE I AM FREE NO MORE SLAVERY BECAUSE OF HIS BRAVERY HE REACHED DOWN AND PLACED A CROWN UPON THIS HEAD I ONCE WAS DEAD BUT NOW I AM ALIVE IN CHRIST EVERY NIGHT I FIGHT THESE DEMONS THAT TRY TO PUSH ME DOWN SIX FEET UNDER THE GROUND SO I TURN AROUND, AND HEAR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SOUND
I Love you more than you could ever understand you don't know what is going to happen but you know that I have a plan understand that my hand holds molds into the kind of man that can withstand the greatest attack, I GOT YOUR BACK I say to you there's nothing you lack
and how can I resist the love of a God who knows my deepest insides knows all my sin but tells me I can win in this competi-shin' for my soul I give You control and so, I'll never lose because I choose to follow You in all that I do...
In all that I do....
                             *in all that. I do.

Doubled-over,
The demons huddle closer.
What they mutter is mostly,
Un-holy "ghosts" with a oath,
To come at me.
Ravage, ****, & attack me.
S'like, no, IT IS exactly.
Like wolfs packs
Pushing back thier prey.
Howling,
"Roll over roll over red rover your love is over! And now your love holds low and rolls eyes and emmits a cold shoulder vibe,why even try?"
I need You Jesus Christ.
O'GOD.  PLEASE TAKE MY LIFE!
Make this amazing light,
Shine forth out, from both mine eyes!
Tear down every disguise.
Begiuled by idols that cost me my;
fairytale ending.
This is me...
Not pretending.

Like a Phoenix wrought in flame
You swing low and whisper my name
Baptize me O'God
And in those Holy waters let me live
Unto Thee
My soul
I give;
Up,
       Up & away!
"Be thou un-afraid"

-An underdog who can pray

If all we do,
Is listen to
Our feelings...
We spend
Our lives
Pretending.
Because,
Feelings lie.
TRUST THEM!?
not I.
Well, not anymore,
It's ending.
It's gone, and I won't miss it none because He's allready done.
Slike the Son done took the sun and DUNKED THAT SHIIT
Into a froz(u)n lake frozen bed to surface.
I pray man, an' I know some have heard this I feel but I must trust Love thrume new me 'cause...
                                  Love,
               ­                     ISREAL

Take any two words...
Make them relate.
Truth isn't relative.
You're just being fake.

"Conceal me what I am,"
Because I rarely speak of it anyway.
"Become a form of my intent"
'Cause tho I may say
THAT the BLOOD has WASHED aWAY
I STRAY, and EVer beTRAY.
But today is a whole new day.
And when He speaks demons cease.
Love
My dove,
Don't shove me away,
or my heart might...
To hold thy soul is Grace.
Retold thru holes of lace.
Albaster master...
Dolled up for me, (break) my will,
Takes my breathe, makes me ill.
"Till death..."
Unless,
I am killed.

What if... the world's best poets all speak on the same things at the same time.
Like a giant collective mind.
Revealing the end is here.
Wouldn't that be so weird?!

Each star is connected...
To another, just like sisters & brothers
Or like light from the burn
Come now Stars now its your turn!

I Feel, therefore I am.
We cannot understand.
Only be.
Free.
From: Me
At times, I'm not a man.
Hate pours through my veins.
Somethings, we cannot change.
I've had enough, it's just too tough.
I need a better brain.
Life is short, and then you die.
Red-tape, it lines the silver sky.
Hold to hope, and soon you'll find,
The reason why I write this rhyme.

Here I sit
In an empty watering hole
Searching;
For tidal waves
Somehow;
I see myself
Through vivid imagery
I'm freed.
Though mountains hover over me...
Just beyond's the Sea.

Ha
Only God.
We think we know.
Drunk on the blood of fools
We like to show
Off
But He who sits in the heavens
Playfully scoffs
And sends the enemy into derision.
Willfull vision
Not prison
I final inquisition
Not what or how but why
Eventually you will find
Peace

This isn't a po-em,
It's a confession.
95% of what I write is free-spok-en.
From the mind to the page,
It's hard for some, but to me;
That is strange.
Every rhyme is a chance-for-change.

We all have a view
Produce and direct
But the red tape
I just have to eject
Im black you see
In the deepest darkest part of me
A slave now freed
Friends of color at highspeed
Lenses retracted
I do not like how you acted
Playing a part
Roll on cue
Cut
Scene 1 is done
And its cataloged for the masses
But assuming just makes both of us *****
Film classes my glasses
Are foggy at best
Take the best negatives
And discard the rest
Measure your footage
And highlight the schemes
But from one to another
I was only pertraying my dreams

Fallen, lifted, fell.
Arose from ashes of hell.
Victorious me.

My first REAL friend....
Younger, but wiser.
He accepted hisself.
Because "it" was acceptable.
Better god than I
I wait for his reply.
To see.
If, indeed;
I doeth see.

My minds a little perverse
Usually, I expect the worst
Free-floating in the verse
Till back-seat of the hearse

"Sure to make the bodies drop,"
Your rage against the machine,
Inspires me. For bravery, amongst "the brave" we rave.
Ranting away, outside the lines of grey.
You hold sway.
Over the one known as McGray.
For your soul I pray.
Pray or be prey.
We shake our fists down the dark hallway.
They lead us away.
O' how the leaders have strayed!

I have spit in your face
A hundred times
My heart is wicked
And filled with slime
My eyes have seen such evil things
I have broken vows that came with rings
Lusted, cheated, lied, and stole;
Wretched is my soul.
AND STILL...
you call my name.
AND STILL...
You reach out your nail-scarred hand.
All the worlds philosophers couldn't
Understand.
The greatest poets can't describe.
The Love you hold... inside.

Be +
        & then -
                        Will be < or = +
And the viewer, (of this) will thus see the negative, as a possible positive.

           The   Possibilities are obvious
But, easier-said-than-done, is this.
But still exists. As is. "Madness"
Of artists'.

I don't kno what this word means.
But honesty and heart are the means.
I know it like I know a dream.
Lets move foward to the scene.
I want so bad to be the best...
To let loose this dinosaur caged in my chest.
But I care not for fame.
And I feel ashamed.
At this life in which I rest.
My only goal, (my hearts m-o)
Is to help the ones in need.
I scatter seed, to those who plead...
And pray for rain, so they may grow.

Nothing to; be: in.

Sitting in the dark
Searching for hope and love
Dim lights "brighten" the stark
Contrast between dreams
& schemes.
The night ends.
And light doesn't bend.
Again. And again... and again.
If you choose to lose;
Who wins in the end?
Don't pretend.
Turn on the Light,
And see the naked Truth.
You are me. & I am you.
So take the blame.
And then change.
Because its never too late...

Until its too late.

Go.
Come.
Don't stay.
Leave.
Believe & recieve.
Your hopes & dreams;
Achieve.

"Wow I love this" she said...
Truely amazed.
And I as well.
Having passed thru thier maze
And reposted to tell.
Swell
With pride.
Only tonight.
Like Mel as Will
"Im going to pick a fight!"
So I take in the powder
Strike up a conversation
With ****** power
Thoughts devoured
But then like a coward
I run away
With your vision
To turn around and sell
To other artists
The hardest part is the heart is...

^-^  life is good.
Despite all the evidence, to the contrary.

Do not covet
Yes its cliche
But what it doesn't say
Is what comes when then lead astray.
Who you follow
Is who you'll become;
and envy is I wiley one.
Stars and kings
Legends and foes
So many
are our
Wanting woes
But we breathe
And we speak
We eat & we dream
Most of all were free to be
So just let it
Get it?
You were made to shine! ^-^

The hearts mo

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