A little rant on humanity's vanity
We have the power to be completely free
But instead we've chosen slavery
Like Loki said
"We were created to be subgegated"
But don't quote me on that
No, here quote me on this
This world ****** up,
What it tried to fix.
Up in my mix.
Twisted, by Lucifer tricks
We have worshipped the triple six
And now we're sick
But in the midst of the blackest darkness
A spark ignites
And illumination soon coincides
So go inside
The mind of heart
Not the heart of mind
There you will find
That you are not so blind
Just nurtured to be a selfish swine
You have a heart that is so divine
But it's choking, entwined
In clothes with price-tags could
Blow-your-mind
"Maybe money can fix this"
Is the mantra of sickness

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

What is...
Life without death?
Love without hate?
Peace without war?
Riches without poverty?
Light without darkness?
Pain without pleasure?
Empty without full?
Happy without sad?
Wrong without right?
Freedom without *******?
Denial without acceptance?
Yin without yang?

We all struggle,
Yes even rich kids.
But, its the perspective that makes the difference.
Gold, run through the flames, destroying impurities, is needed.
Oil, and water do not mix.
If one is not purged from the other, the the vessel is literally "shaken-up"
Im being metaphorical here obviously.
I guess what im really trying to say is,
Don't let ****** situations define you.
Its just fire. Its just pressure.
So, let it purify your golden heart
Let it turn your blackened carbonized soul into diamonds!
Believe, believe, only believe.

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

End

I don't know...
Maybe it's cause, it's just one-of-those days.
But I wanna just give it away...
Maybe its because,
Im a little-bit crazy...
Lil-bit lazy.
Or maybe...
Its the story itself...
LONGING TO BE FREE... from ME!
HOW CAN IT BE?
how?
                How can it be?
That You would use me?
(Back to the scene)
There's a mighty regime
"Illuminator" of darkened dreams
The Mark is seen
Then izzy starts to believe.
He embarks on the waters streams
"LIVING the dream"
He siphons others,
When well received.
All he achieves,
In just a few short weeks!
Making artists of thieves.
Conqueror of the disease,
of the fruit of deciet.
Not like art but of seeds,
Planting memory trees
In our children who need
Us
See Jesus.

"MONSTER"
THEY screamed
Imposter
IT seems
Hypocrite
Imposed to the prose
Of Spirit
Perception remodeled
Former regime is toppled
Peaceful surrender of madness
To and fro
The weight of the world
"Let go"
He whispers gently
From black to red to white
Give up the fight
Victorious me

We breathe in green oxygen
as earth swallows poison
And the cycle begins again
Formed from of clay
Breathed into one day
Transmutation of dirt and freewill
So take a breath, breathe
We do until death
And then sigh for relief
or gasp for whats left

It's easy;
To feel good.
But what about Good?
woulda'-shoulda'-coulda'
Just effin' DO IT!
BLESS IT!
No worries;
Don't stress it.
Less is;
More.
Thanks for
Opening that door.
Good shot!
I know that You got,
Me.

Invoices received.
Aristocratic atrocities of hypocrisy
Thier voices mock & decieve
Place thier stock in your creed
Cash your check and then leave
No wonder you don't believe!
Through this;
What has been achieved?
Wheres your heart?
On your sleeve?!
If life is pain,
whats it mean to relieve?!
"HERE! just take (2) aleve,
And when it's over you'll see
What I need you to be."
   -thee enemy

(in a thick Scottish brogue)
Reality bites,
And so do I.
This little worm on a hook, called "distraction" is wriggling wry...
Let him fill my insides!
Terrified, I now fly!
Wired to a wizards whimsical wishes
Flying fishes wondering why.
Lost it, from snowballs to fishes;
Did the point get diminished?
Illustrating imagination,
Illuminating our kingdom nation;
To the darker side.
That Joker cannot hide.
S'come down to You & I.
I'd die, to hear a reply;
Wade through the ****** tears in Your eyes... please, hold me tight!
Alone; I'll never defeat, "the other guy".

God knows, my mother tried...
But the warlocks worm...
She swallowed a juicy lie.
But, through repentance-true...
She will turn around and choose to,
Follow You.
Lord God, I'm calling You.
Please hear my cry, I am so blue.
Know I'm not trying to impress anyone,
Just looking for thee open Son.

The snowflake it takes, to deliver an avalanche, must have a similar feel for that;
Just how I feel in-fact.
The ground from which I "fell upon"
Lets loose, now I'm falling so fast and all my friends are falling too!
Are we tumbling to our doom!?

The air in the room, is vacuumed out;
No doubt your mind is frozen solid now.

With the Genjutsu shout;
Your feast is ceased and now,
Its only famine and drought.

Why all this camotion, inside our souls?

Who speaks it?  Who needs it?
Distractions, just aren't enough, and they're starting to take thier toll!

**** it.    I'm done.
                      Guess I'll just let the dice roll!

Shadows emit
Casting darkness
While the jollyiest
Of Christmas Light
Shines across the massive chasm;
I'm waiting in.
Xoxo
McGræy

The greatest husband?
Or,
sadistic terrorist?

Can't cuss on the bus we must trust in Jesus to get us through without a single bruise used as a tool to fuel the fire Lord take us higher cause we are on fire never to retire or expire Your our preservative our lives we give on this trip we flip the script to show that we're hip to the games but don't feel any shame in this game of fame because we have no names we are just representers presenters of the good news a few dudes on a mission of submission to listen to what to speak and hope that nothing else leaks out of the spout of our mouth give us now our daily bread fill our heads hearts and souls I know You'll show Your face in this place that we're going thisflowing You're  bestowing is growing on me and one day I'll see a little tiny pieace of a feast called glory! ^-^

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.

It comes down to this...

There's poor & there's rich.

Those with power & those in need.

Greed can sow seeds,
and his want, far exceeds
our power to retreat.

But some were once captive...
Took a voyage thru a passage...
Impressed, they spread The message.
Love's not a weapon,
But a present represented
Thru actions' boastful speech.
Give or recieve,
We all beLIEve.
And to die for this we need.
Iron & Clay
Holding fast to thier ways
O' how the pendulum sways!

O'how the pendulum sways.

What "it" is exactly;
The world may never know.
But through clever subtle suggestion...
I hope to bestow or show.
Let it begin
To some it pushes;
Others he pulls.
It's the longing of writers
And the desire of fools.
The artist must scratch it
Creation its only appeasement.
But the industrial man
pretends he never sees it.
It stabs at my feet
And rouses my sleep
Like finding the peace
In the crashing of seas;
Shore; it has a name
But to know it would conjure blame
And we can't have that!
Or "it"
So make.
*ART

He knows to stay away.
His nature holds him sway.
But hunger holds to thirst.
And Blood has quenched the first.
A white lie'n the pride of the Savannah
A gentle lamb, who's name is Hannah.
O'God reign heavenly manna!

We eat in Peace.
Though wars never cease.

"You can fly here"
He said with a smile.
"Oh yeah and also,
There is no Fear."
"Excuse me did I hear
You correctly?"
"Uh huh he's dead,
in this country!"
I ******* bled for this country.
If I bleed, then its country.
In the Country we in now B.
Blood is mud **** its awful G!
Remind me who is
Hermianey!?
Capture your thoughts for a spell,
We're ******* headed to hell.
Lest we turn and recant.
This little horn isn't decadent.
Given a false-precedent,
You ventured excellent
My magnificent
Molevolent "movie" makers
Do we have any takers?!
...
Earthquakes now break
with
Our
fists
And shakers

Its funny how I got here.
On a streetcar named desire.
Down town I called to Fear
Ingiting the poets fire.
But through the flames,
Called born-again...
The Love I found within;
Called me.

Staring into the past
In your rounded box of glass
And twisted shiny metal
Don't miss thy break pedal
Or YOU WILL CRASH
& burn
To: Ashe

A slithering snake;
Afraid in the grass.
On his belly he wriggles;
But can't take a step back.
The rodent has sniffled
Where doeth he belong?
Suddenly swooping ;
An awe-inspiring Owl from heaven swoops down;
          to Save.
But the prey is afraid.
There's no grey;



in lifes laid. Be very afraid. Be very... afraid.

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'.

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.

Heard from a roof top  of...
Buncha zeros and ones
My *******
heros' and nuns!

How your story is spun!
Little smigdet pinch of da' fiction
This IT SON!
OHhhhh noooo nooooe
This is the end of...
What's pinned up.

So chin up!
Eyes open!
Look deep
Close to
Where there's
Hope there's
Peace.
Even when we can't see.

Parts placed in the Machine
Stamped out from a larger piece
Repetitive in nature
They just keep coming
Hordes upon hordes
GOOD LORD
THIS IS ALLOT
But its my plague
No room for the vague
Micrometer zeroed
Bending hero
I conform to fit in
And still get rejected
I guess this factory called life...
Just has zero tolerance.

Less is more

Hahah Really!?
Just because we err  doesn't mean we dumb.
Or that we don't hear
It just means we fail
And lie.
Still victorious conquerors, more or less.
Some heir to dress.
You big G
Talk a walk with me
Follow or staulk it thats up your tree
But error is that flawfasee?
known one as religiously
Scaled eyes your puck stuckin suckin cant
see and im iceman ****
your deviliceofsee ....devise of demons indructreent but still I don't fluctypueight or punctuate till I say best the rest is your jokers test
Freewill defines who a joke and whos left right?
Im sorry. But judges get, not so nice. Cause
Old is light tenned frend bend matters it does to you jedi and saint tho too gamer and player show view. I switch from me and then back to you. But what order is up  2 you.




Good game yo ^-^ hope I showed love more than judgement...

Thankyou.
From the bottom of my heart,
Thank you.
Why you continue to believe in me...
I don't know.
But, because of you;
Watching over me while I dream of a place, so real...
I believe.
I believe, I am Loved.
I believe, I am free.
I believe n' Trust... because You first loved, and trusted me.
Your existence... your very essance...
Inspires me; to live-out-loud.    
Un-ashamed; I AM radiating the astronomical grace given to me;
To us...
On calvary.
                                  With all my heart
                                              & soul,
                                  Isreal E. Summers

I have dreamed a dream
Deep inside of me
Of pulling souls from the grave
Breaking chains off the slave
Be brave.
There isn't much time left.
"JESUS WEPT"
Secrets cannot be kept
Forever.

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"

Freedom fighter
Redeemed writer
Aspire higher
Hearts on fire
Projected liars
Truth seekers
Worn sneakers
Follow me
Then you'll see
Hope
Fully.
But maybe not
Perspective is all we got
And in here its hot
Well not mealt
Smealt.
Refined
And pure
Against the Quos' allure
But affected nonetheless
Tho seemingly meaningless
I breathe in stress
And exhale aggressiveness
Caress the best
And then I extol the rest
I implore to the chest
******* your kevlar vest
Laid many friends to rest
Is this just a ****** test?
Is my servitude effortless?
must be even less.
To fight for more.
This is the plight of war.

Is for ventriloquist,
Hitting marks I didn't know exist
Id
I dummy.
S'like comparing paper to cedar trees
You seemed to've stumped me.
Fist bump V!
^-^

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

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.

im not black
But the matter of that fact is whack
Attack me, cause im weak
Is it power you seek
I have nothing but Love
Still you shoved me away
Now introverted and grey
The demons hold sway
But still
I pray
No better than you
im black inside too
Royalties blue
Blood
Tales from the crypt
Never said I was hip
Son
13 blacks and 1 white
Inevitably there was a fight
I bite my tongue
Cause I will not succumb
To: pride
of colors
Man I am blind
I find lines in my mind that bind
You
To: me

Reserved;

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



  
                                          
       ­     






                                       **For the Father..."

           -old Pentecostal hymn

Go.

See malice.

     "Vengeance is the Lords"

Not tonight
Tonight we fight
I may give in
But
Whatever happens
I will stand again
                           Zzz
                                      & I plan to win