Good Intentions
A loving intention
Beyond comprehension
Stubborn addiction
Growing confliction
Gracious affection
Inspires correction
Mindful destruction
Inevitable corruption
Faithful recuperation
Triumphant temptation
Moral obligation
Inspired salvation
Everlasting appreciation

I see the pain in your cries as the tears stain your eyes.
The drain empty left void
Sick of waiting to be destroyed
The time draws near once you no longer fear
The things you do not understand
You think no one will take your hand
Loneliness crumbling the purity of innocence
Ugliness in the soul until heartfelt forgiveness.
Only then can you attain
The gift waiting to be gave
To the chosen few destined to save
The planet from the hatred and rage
Left from the past generations
The massacres curse has been contagious
Outrageous do I sound?
Just wait till I’m not around
Treading water all year only a matter of time till I drown
In the storm I created
from a pain that left my heart tainted
Forever name it the k wood effect it made me famous.

As we illuminate the world we have to stand together
The enemy waits for its prey to be devoured
For my sanities sake I choose not to play the coward
Even though my brain was hijacked
Programmed to be some kind of spy that
Would carry out one of there attacks
But I saw it from the start
I was chosen to be apart of this
Anonymously orchestrated problem that’s probably
Interceding
with my new found philosophy.
Just believe me when I say
The enemy you see is not me
When I breached the border of the impossible
The day I left the hospital
My life’s been a military obstacle
A foreign anomaly
everything but logical
Now I gots to go
find the unstoppable Force
to save my lost soul
From the hell way down below
I speak to the illuminated
Of The collective consciousness
Don’t let the truth go unnoticed
What’s happened is an omen
The artificial intelligence
is fully controlling
Orchestrating the traumatization
To any threat to there corporations
Using black ops mind control operations
Training agents in expert manipulation
The gaslighting of the innocent to instigate investigations
Enacting community persecution to ensure institutionalization
They are the cause and the cure of the virus that plagues or soul
Like a parasite it grows in the minds of the young and old
Meant to cause a distraction from the alien invasion
Grown from within the mind fractures to a split
Bombard indoctrination
from a script
Freewill overridden
there words restrict my oxygen

Take a step out of yourself
Sit at the edge of oblivion
Take a look down into the crevasse
Look further past the abyss
A moment of awe
A moment of tremble
A memory of a life no longer manageable
What was it I saw
A mystery that forever lives.
Thousands of armies
Huddle together
Hoping someday
They trade there guns for a feather
A thousands bridges between realms
A thousands separations upheld
By our own imperfectly broken selves
But Who’s the one that’s going to help.
Answer sits at the edge of oblivion
Once turned away from our former self
There lies the sacred trap
Turning the mind into a cell

The light I carried I still be holdin
Even after I’m gone
The god of love is the one and only
The disowned will know me
Though I will have no glory
There is a song of hope In my story

My time with this mystical mindset
Forever evading my grasp
The time withers away with the last word
How many more words can I say
To be made ruler of my own destiny.
What way do I form them to compose
Such a beautiful ballet that I’ve imagined
But been kept from
How did these words that I’ve written
Take on a life of there own.
Perhaps the magnitude of what
I believe is happening is exaggerated
Maybe it’s only as powerful as the
Amount of power I give them
The question stands
For what purpose am I made so important
Or am I even

They hate me cause I spit the truth
Dont blame me I’m here to comfort you
You can’t save me I’m way past the noose
I look shady cause I’m always on the move
And now I’m dreaming of a brand new place to be
My minds screaming
but there's no one there to comfort me
So much for leaving my mark on history
Here comes the reaping of the soulless zombie fiends
No one believes me the proof is in the life I lead
I’ll be screaming from the heavens when they cover me
They so deceiving hidden behind a mockery
I can only hope that one day I’ll see behind the screen

Around and around we go
On beat with the rhythm I've known
Ingraved in stone
On the heart, within my soul

No one ever knows
The truth of your own story told
Nothing to hide
I let mine be shown.
Whatever is
Is so,

Whatever you see
Its all just a show
Lights and cameras
Hats and bandanna's
It's all how I manage
A life when it's damaged

Your love is devotion
Your plan is in motion
Set forth for my soul
That's been lost in the ocean
I rejected you once
now my heart has been opened
The more I seek for myself
The more I am broken
your love has no equal
No truer words have been spoken
Consumed by your passionate
Emotional implosions
You are sovereign and potent
One dose of you is all it takes
Defends me from the worlds distorted view of your true face
It's like time stands still when I'm in the solidity of your embrace

The tap of your pencil on your desk in school waiting for her to walk through the door,
Your heart beating while you stare at her while her eyes move to yours so you freeze and stare at the floor,

The teacher interrupting your Daydream thinking of your life together,
The silence at 11:11 when you wish that you two will be together forever,

The grinding of your teeth when she talks to “the other guy”,
The moment of fright when she finally says hi,

The sound of spilt popcorn on your first date,
The yelling of your parents when you get home late,

The flap of butterflies in your stomach when she says she loves you,
The sound of fireworks when she finally kisses you,

The sound of a wedding bell,
Which causes a dizzy spell,

The silence out your door on your honeymoon night,
Opening the curtains in the morning you see the light,

The band hired to play at your 10 year anniversary, what a treat,
The crowd cheering at your 8 year olds first softball game, front row seat

The sound of your son yelling at your grandson for getting home late
The sound of your wife remembering her first date

Love, what a lovely sound, can you hear it?

The light I carried I still be holdin
Even after I’m gone
The god of love is the one and only
The disowned will know me
Though I will have no glory
There is a song of hope In my story

Half of what I’ve been through
you’d never believe
The other half are things
that you will never see
Which leaves me wholeheartedly distant
from a world of disbelief
but I come to you with a
heart full of truth      
A mind full of power
And A life full of proof
Here I sit disemboweled
By the world that’s torn me open
Putting pieces together
As if it would make me hole again,
But I know better
Life waits for no man
no matter the weather
The rain pours as the thunder roars
Imitating the blood my veins course
Nobody see’s the true force at play
Distracted by the imitation game
I choose to stay in my lane
Chastised by Shame
I take pride in the realization of my distain,
I’m a heart pried open
A lone soul that’s been roaming
Looking for truth anywhere that ain’t been broken
Been looking for ages
I count the rings on these pages
One thing that I’ve learned
Is that god gives me patience
A lifetime it may take us
Though infinite we will make it

My time with this mystical mindset
forever evading my grasp,
the time withers away with the last word.
How many more words can I say
To be made ruler of my own destiny.
What way do I form them to compose
such a beautiful ballet that I’ve imagined
but been kept from.
How did these words that I’ve written
take on a life of there own.
Perhaps the magnitude of what
I believe is happening is exaggerated.
Maybe it’s only as powerful as the
amount of power I give them
the question stands.
For what purpose am I made so important
or am I even.