Allegories of euphoria drip from pen, triggering deja vu.
Spiraling down holes where white rabbits go with a clock around my neck; don't wanna be to late to open up and look through a different point of view.
Spitting out bones as I chew; infinite elasticity makes room for truth when the fear of searching has faded. Becoming aware of the bluescreen and the avatar of which I exist in, I'm breaking through the cages.
There's so many checkered floors and doors that lead to more doors. Huge ones you can walk on through and small ones only built for the willing to crawl.
What's a life lived without seeking for truth and knowledge?
What's life like beyond Truman's wall.
I've been tryna get to sleep at a decent time
but when the clock hits 3:33 I awake and have to write
If I don't it's hard to lay back down and close my eyes,
I know you see these dark circles but it's become something I just can't fight
Ask my old girl, even she knows I'm an insomniac
She probably didn't know this but when she would sleep, I used to write poems with my finger on her back
I wasn't massaging her to sleep, I was writing myself inside her dreams
But that's not about nothing, just something I used to do to try and get myself back to sleep
but here it is 3:33 and I'm not quite sure of what to write anymore
and I know that I will wake up in the morning and not remember this at all
I just gotta write something
Even if it's nothing
My mind won't rest until I've written a few lines
In order to lay down I must lay down these words if I wish to get back to sleep tonight
So please don't mind me
I'm just an insomniac who loves to write...
Many may come,
yet few will climb;
not every man is concerned with what's inside.
Stuck at their base, just by the look on their face, you can see the soul speak in their eyes.
They were never ready to start from the heart; they were always afraid of heights.
You can slow it down by just the sound of a love ones heartbeat,
you can come back down by just the planting of your feet.
In the soil we can connect, becoming one with the scenery, by sitting in silence and closing our eyelids and listen as the wind begins to speak.
All you have to do is breathe...in and out so deeply
till your feet become the roots, and the rest of you becomes the tree.
Whatever you do, get back, because this old world is fading away.
Raise your vibration; ignite your vertebrae.
Someone had asked if I knew you,
I said I did...
So I tried saying your name but the sound struggled to fall off of my lips.
I tried and tried again but I couldn't remember where it was I knew you from.
Went searching for you in my heart and immediately became numb.
Felt a sharp pain inside my brain before things went blank; I couldn't pick you out in a crowd...
Thought it was you but I seem to be the one who's fading now.
If the beginning of a movie is beautiful but ends so terribly, then what moments will be so vivid inside your memory?
Will you leave the theater speaking of it for some time, or will you do your best to erase the whole experience from your mind?
I can't get that energy back but it caused her face to blur, making it easier to forget whatever we really were.
I tried to say it one last time but it got caught on the tip of my tongue, and it was there where I gave it up, then my whole body went numb...
If it's not water that you come to give, then I don't want your negative.
Give me light, give me that positive. Yes, that will suffice.
Bounce them off of me and together we will rise
from the lower state of which we came, for we were always meant to live right.
O remember to let love flow, and watch it be the current to electrify your light bulbs, helping you to see the truth that's been inside.
In a world of war and so much pain, let the healing hands of love be magnified.
Speak the words and touch those who hurt by sending those uplifting positive vibes.
More than just skin and bones, for those who dont know or forgot...
remember you're a vessel of the most high.
Why are you holding back?
If only you could let go...
Hard times would get easier to handle, if you just embrace the natural flow.
I speak to you with a book wide open, from lines that give light to mind. I am on a journey just the same as you are, so not all that I say may be right. And as life goes on, I'll gain more sight, and know that I was wrong. Yet when the feeling comes from the marrow, I know I've held it in too long, and know it is time to write.
Take those kinks out of your head and give life to what was dead and become resurrected. O sister, we connect telepathically, and O brother, I know you know there is something within us that most can not perceive. There is more of us than the grains of sands in the ocean; our hair is like that of the waves upon the sea. Just open your minds eye to who you are, let go and live naturally.
But how can you know if you don't search, tell me how can you remember if you don't seek?
It's time to erase the lies and unshackle the mind to the truth of your own history.
I see a calmness in your eyes
that gives off a feeling that electicfies; feels like a motherly love.
Its drawing me closer as I try and keep my feet on solid ground,
making sure my hearts not playing tricks on me, by putting my head up in the clouds.
Cuz even a spark can cause a flame that burns, and only fools repeat lessons that they haven't learned
but it all feels so right, still it just ain't my time...
so I cut of the electric before I reach cloud nine, walk away and say goodbye...
See the problem is we always think we have time,
so before the sun descends and the moon arrives
I tell you I love you before I shut my eyes at night.
Oh darling, heaven only knows how much breath we have left inside.
No matter where it is we stand, this I'll always say...
before I run out of time, before it's too late.
No matter what, I won't let go of you.
You make my winters warm and my summers so memorable.
The second I hear you speak to me
I scurry for a pen and let you out through the ink on the sheets.
Already written on the walls inside my head,
I let you out so that I may not be so stressed.
You're therapy, the air I breathe; they'll always hear you when I speak.
You're like calm waters for a heart that's filled up with raging seas,
and that's how we connect, the magnetism so deep that I let you do the pulling as I let the pen bleed.
There's no difference between this blood and ink, within both life is carried.
So when the flow stops don't burry me, burn me along with my word's
and throw my ashes into a swift wind,
So I can be heard across the universe, and speak to those whose inner worlds are listening.
Through it all I hope and pray that you keep your eyes on the horizon. Imagine the blazing rays before the sun shows its face, yet never hold back those tears from falling off your eyelids. There is a time for storms, so while this rain pours and pours I pray that you continue to hold on. Never hold your breath, let it out till there's no pain left. Inhale deep and just...breathe.
Fluttering of wings
Angelic things, mysterious in the same
Ripples from choices made can rewrite narratives
In just a blink of an eye all things can change
Wishing you had control of the past, and that you held tighter on the reins, blinds your view and holds you down with a heavy load of regret
Don't let your soul burn away like a moth in a flame
Though you've been hit by the butterfly effect
I can sense the flame is getting dim, will we lose or will we win?
I much rather we tend to this fire then to start all over again.
Some things that are lost can be found but we haven't lost a **** thing yet, and I would hate for us to lose the love and forget how we ever became friends.
Cuz that's how it started and then you got in my heart and made yourself at home, so they'll be remnants of your beautiful soul if ever you had to go.
Please don't go, let us not lose this flame or its glow,
because ever since we've connected you and I have became one soul.
There goes that dim...and the flame is flickering, are there demons in this room trying to **** whatever's left?
Well I'm calling on angels to help by coming to fight for us, because this battle we've been facing is more in the unseen dimensions of our love.
Come fight for us...
How is it that I can make you laugh and cry at the same time?
Your tears so precious they form at the lids, and become diamonds that fall out your eyes.
If I could catch them all I'd be the richest man alive.
Still I've managed to collect a few that I'll hold on to, and cherish for all of time.
Oh, what chapter shall I call this?
The mergdging of the days move in slow-mo as I glide through on autopilot, stuck in a haze.
Just a few hours of shut eye, then it's back to the every day demands of life.
To process these emotions, I haven't got the time.
It is what it is for now; somebody pray because I sent a few off on the wings of crows, but that was weeks ago and I don't think he heard me.
Not losing faith, just losing strength during this transition, fighting to stay aware of what's going on in all of the haze.
Not sure if I'm sleeping, feels like I'm dreaming because I haven't been feeling wide awake.
A baby was born today
As an old man passes away
The circle of life synchronizing both feelings of joy and pain
And so the plot thickens, negros getting plucked like the feathers off chickens.
It's open season and while the hurt is grieving the earth is washed with rivers of blood that sinks in.
But they got blinders on as if this **** ain't really going on; not phased at all as strong black men raise their hands only to fall.
By the wayside...they lie lifeless while the people shout for Justice, but their voices fall upon death ears.
Fatherless children growing up in fear, turning tender heart's so cold; she calls 'em super predators as if her feet could ever fit in their shoes; she'll never fathom their souls.
It's gotta be the spirit inside mankind, cuz human beings don't act this way.
It's just what I see through my own two eyes; dead bodies getting hash tagged everyday.
It's just another cold day in babylon, I know it's hard to stay high when they trying to keep us low.
As we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we can hear the screams from ghosts.
Judgement will come one day, though it may be hard to see it through those watery eyes.
In the end nobody will ever get away with taking an innocent life.
Tonight the native flute plays,
expressing all that my heart cannot say.
Limbo is such a strange place to be, still I keep quiet that I may hear when the spirit speaks.
The closest ones can change and seem so far, like they've flicked off a switch and left you in the dark.
So lately I've been doing too much, stretching and reaching in darkness to find that there's nobody in here to touch.
Still I reach just one last time, I stretch my arms out wide, slowly feeling them crossing and coming back, then I find that I'm inside of them tightly wrapped.
I'm still alive in here, and though it is dark I am not blind to the things that are so clear.
I do not wait but quiet I'll remain, with dry eyes and dry face; I can hear the flow of every tear.
As we both know, we come in this world alone and we'll die alone, so what is there to fear?
That we'll fade into the darkness of our hearts and warm water will turn to frozen tears.
I am but a guest inside this vessel,
staying for as long as the breath of life permits.
Often I n I come to these windows to view just how beautiful this life truly is.
Former extrovert turned introvert, these days I sit in solitude listening to echoes of recitations of poems in my head.
The resounding sound of melodic music notes keeps the calm within the beat of my heart,
pushing me further from attachments and pulling me deeper into the dark.
Reminding me that I am nothing, yet I am everything.
You say I'm too cold.
Well I guess I'll be no use to you in winter when it comes.
Saying my responses are short if I respond at all, and its as if I've gone completely numb.
Oh, but I assure you that's not true, I don't even feel right being this way,
but it's all about protecting my heart at the end of the day.
Who but me is with himself twenty-four hours, three hundred and sixty-five?
I gotta take care of self, and keep a healthy state of mind.
And truth is you've become a broken glass in my eyes; so hard putting you back to the way I thought you were, I've cut myself a million times.
Once the trust is gone my whole world was torn like a punctured canvas of a beautiful masterpiece;
I've been doing my best in still trying to find the beauty that I once seen.
We get so use to things
until we're no longer true to things.
We even abandon wedding rings and forget all our vows,
but even when its falling down I'm Still the only one standing 'round,
getting hit by bricks when I thought we built such a strong wall.
The more we let things inside, the truth uncovered the lies in our eyes.
We were no longer who we were
so I keep silent cuz I've got nothing else to say,
and you do your best to let me know I'm still apart of your soul, in your half-*** ways of reaching out to me.
I guess it's the pride in you, so great that I hope one day it doesn't turn to hate
cuz I still got love for you and I know you know it's true.
But I'm protecting my heart now...
So if you dont come with truth and love, then don't ever come back around...
Fading is a light once so bright it warmed our bodies in the bitterness of winter.
Now what's left is ashes of a love story that can never be told.
So cold its difficult to even remember.
Dim lights from embers slowly fade; we have become that change.
In time; out of sight and out of mind, we'll be ashes in the wind.
Having Learned from a faded love, that'll never be felt again.
On days such as this
of reminiscent times viewed on rewind
The slowing down of details missed gives sight to the blind
Wider eyes letting in ethereal beauty to a much grander design
to where divinity is intricately knit deep within the fabric of life
Let me write upon your skin, so that when the ink sinks in, you feel every word.
Such beauty there is in new beginnings
The cycle of light dying and rebirthing
Finding much wisdom and strength through the sense of touch in a state of darkness
The subconscious holds the keys of realization and I swim in its sea of connection
Touching you while digging deeper to discover who I am
An evolving soul in this vessel of a man
I've traveled to far off lands without moving an inch
Learned so much about the outer world from traveling more within
From dying and rebirthing
Building and destroying again and again...
It wasn't the lack of light, it was the intensity.
Our souls merged and it got so bright to the point I started losing sight of what you meant to me.
I needed space so I closed my eyes and went inside but never wanted you to leave.
Still I feel your presence but I also can feel you slowly fading away from me...
If our lips should touch it'll all come rushing back on in,
so when I use my imagination why does it feel like such a sin?
So much space and time has gone by, still I prepare myself for the climb
because you've built up your wall so high, making it harder for me to get back inside.
But I won't throw it all to the wind,
I'll pick my ladder up and try again,
since I saw tears in your eyes it let me know I'm still a thought in your mind that swims.
Don't drown me out with a cold cold heart,
Oh no, don't let the space get so wide
to the point that you let me fall out your heart, and no longer care that I'm not apart of your life.
Still I climb with faith in love intact to fight the feeling of anxiety, to silence the doubts when I'm feeling shut out. Then your eyes eventually remind me that love is still present, by letting your emotions that you still keep towards me show, you humble yourself and let them flow out.
I can slow down time every time I write.
My heart beats in between each and every line.
What was once a spark has became a flame in my mind,
now I write with the fire from my heart,
leaving all passion on the page.
It's been this way since I felt my first flame,
and it will never ever change.
Thunder rolls as lighting bolts create flashing images in my mind,
of bowling *****, falling pins and giant men walking around in the bluish black sky.
My spirit will speak to you through the words I write, and have written.
You will feel me in each and every sentence, so it doesn't matter if I'm here or gone. You'lll still hear my voice speak to you, even when it's time for me to return home.
I lost my appetite last night when I saw the love fade in her eyes,
even though the mood was set just right, actions spoke louder than words.
Why am I even here with her?
Under dim lights with candles that surround, there's a one man band in the background strumming his guitar but I can't even hear its sound.
Nothing much is said but everything is felt, she treats me like a stranger and those tears only fool herself.
A little bit more silence, the lack of eye contact tells it all, she puts her glass to her lips as the tears fall and fall.
Why am I even here with her?
This wine has gotten bitter. Oh, someone please come bring my check cuz her cold heart is giving me the shivers and there's nothing more left to be said.
This is not how I imagined it, no it's not how I thought it would be.
It cost me alot to sit face to face, but for her, dinner was free.
You've been up,
you've been down,
you've been left and you've been right.
So familiar are you with the outside world,
but how much time have you spent inside?
To be aware of the world around you, from within let the waters flow.
For what is it to breathe if you don't feel alive from your head down to your toes?
Staying aware of even the subtle things, of which the eyes tend to miss but the mind always reads; the signs and symbols that speak louder than any word off the tongues of men.
You think you can't train it but you can, and if you don't someone else will always be in control,
separating you further from mother earth, dimming the light of your soul.
So wherever you are right now, close your eyes and breathe,
and imagine you're the wind blowing through the trees, flowing in and out as you remain mindful of how you're connected to everything.
Find a way of delivering the truth to the wee ones without destroying their sense of imagination.
Speak it through it by creating a beautiful colorful world full of wonder and (amaze)ment.
Be there by their side, like an invisible guide; more like a voice of reason.
Give 'em truth, yet let them find their own way.
There's no way I could ever say you weren't there to pull me out of the wilderness.
Your roots, so deep in love already, it was easy for you to pull me in.
Forever am I grateful!
We are weathered this way
So it's best to go with the wind
Not to be swayed by every strong breeze but be open and ready to embrace the change
In the seventh house the soul of the observer sits
Feeling everything so deeply, seasoned by experiences of loves gifts
Creating new roots, uprooting or driving them deeper into the ground
Still gaining more understanding from new truths that we have found
And what is always innerstood is that we must first love ourselves if we ever want to be capable of loving someone else to create healthy growth
Cuz premature love could be like that of a **** and choke out all potential
and we'll never know what could have been
Even so let us continue to learn as this world continues to spin
How can the sun exist without the moon?
In mid winter you made it feel as if it were June.
Must've been a dream tho because I feel the cold and the snow now.
People catch me from time to time twirling round hugging myself outside in stormy weather.
I have to keep reminding myself to pry open my eyes and realize that we're not together.
I must be crazy every time, but I'll be crazy till every feeling is left in every line, till I can look back and smile but for now the Poet in me weeps like a child to not have what I once had.
I'm as blue as the ink that pours out of this pen, I'll be drowning in it pretty soon.
You said that I was your sun, so how can the sun exist without the moon?
Love is not about possession,
I am not yours, you're not mine.
Yet this room once was empty and now we are the two souls occupying this place in this space and time.
We go out and come into each other's presence which has created souls that became intertwined.
We must unravel to remember that we are individuals, with different heart's, different brains and eyes.
All we can do is learn and gain understanding by looking through our windows to understand each other's minds.
Yes we're in love, in a place where no other souls can ever occupy,
for we have built this room with the first words spoken and a touch that sparked the vibe.
Don't ever forget that it can slip through your fingers, no matter how hard the grip, no matter the time;
just don't hold on so tight.
Because I am not yours, you're not mine.
Past the skin I've caught glimpses of your soul
From the things that you've done to what you still do
I just wanted you to know
I see you
Days go by
You'd think I'd be doing fine
but I'm missing you more and more
Still I try and carry on
yet wonder if you'll ever reopen your door
and let me return
I'll be seeing you soon
By the light of the moon wait up for me
Cuz if you're anything like this stirring soul, I know it's gonna be hard for you to sleep
So put on some music, or replay those recordings of where I would sing for you
Before you know it I'll be standing at your door, and you won't have to wait anymore
We'll stay up all night speaking poetry as we talk of things present and past, and close our eyes and envision our lives together according to plans we have made
This the kinda love that won't fade because we're grounded, founded out of time-our soul's been intertwined since the beginning
So if your friends ever ask why we don't spend so much time, you'll simply reply "I am always with him."
But I know you need the physical so no matter how far you go, I'll always reach your heart
By plan, by train, through these lines of mine, and eventually by car
I'll be seeing you soon...
Would you have ever wanted to have said one last word if you heard that I moved on?
Out of this flesh, laid it to rest and passed on through the sun.
Why do we hold so much inside our hearts when we know there's much peace to be made? Still in love with those we haven't talked to because it feels like so much has changed.
And I know I'm not perfect, you can put some of the blame on me because I've been walking around acting like a blind man when I can actually see.
Something's wrong here, we used to be so strong and never let anything come in between,
now we let little **** get in the way of maintaining a bond that took forever to create.
But there's still love. I could never have any hate,
you should know my heart could never carry that, I'd be dead within a few days.
Yet still I know I need to let a lot more go
because some people who've been there for me made me the man I am today, so if their reading this just don't take it personal, I've just been dealing with so much pain.
It's just hard to talk sometimes when your the only one living with your mind and no one can understand your brain.
So I've been keeping my distance, but I've been feeling it from those who've kept their distance too, and then it hit me and I said 'if you died tomorrow I'd never be able to say these things to you.'
So I'm coming back around, I swear it...and just wanted you to to know I never stopped loving you.
Pregnant clouds wait in pain to give birth to rain.
The sun leaves to its abode, and one wonders where exactly does it go.
Left us here with weather that used to be fair but all I see is gray skies.
It could change the mood of anyone but still I keep my head up high.
Here it comes, thunder rolls and lightning dances above our heads.
I'll just wait till this storm is over because there's no way I could get to bed.
Instead I sit here at this window thinking of summer and all that has happened up till now.
I'm still practicing at mastering the art of detachment, and I'm making progress somehow.
But this rain can bring alot to mind, it brings what I try to hide out
and so I sit with it, reminiscing I see your face appear in the clouds.
Just my imagination playing games with me.
Got me going through scenarios in my head, thinking bout how it'd be if you never left,
but I won't dwell on it for too long cuz it'll just leave me stressed.
The second I shake the feeling your face turns back into a cloud.
Oh, the things that happen when I reminisce too long and find myself thinking out loud.
I'm alone but not lonely, still in love with you only.
Letting it go but doing it slowly because I've been missing you...
I'll let go if you want me to,
disappear I will, in this rain.
Can't forget about everything though, so I'll lock it all up in a safe place and throw the key away.
So I'll let go if you want me to, all you have to do is just say,
and I'll respect your wishes, say my last goodbye and turn and walk away.
Tired eyes and weathered skin,
each wrinkle tells stories of days never to be seen again.
How much does it matter when all fades, when all returns to dust?
Will they remember the beauty of your spirit, or only speak no further than the body you were in?
Blinded by the outside, never thinking of the soul within, keeps the brain asleep; never to ascend.
Is it shoes, is it money, is it the mask you wear that is the only thing of value? Is it temporary things that keep you going, or is it the truth that gets you through?
Your life is in the balance of this world you've been clinging to.
Time to let go and let the lies die, to live in eternal truth.
You tell me to get out of my feelings
and so I let them out.
Tell me, who are you to tell me how to deal with this heart?
There's no way you could see within its dark, there's no way you could perceive so just read and don't try and pick it apart.
I feel it all, and with this pen as my sword I fight through the night, writing till I defeat these demons, until I reach morning light.
I won't ask for your forgiveness if you think it's best I keep some **** to myself.
I'm going to keep working this pen out to maintain my mental health.
We all have our stories and we've all been through some things,
I'm just trying to leave this earth with a lighter heart so I can gain my wings.
So I leave it on the lines, yes I leave it all to cleanse the mind,
for all this heart holds is ink as black as coal, and this diamond of a mind is what makes these words shine.
So just leave me be as I mix my ink with the sands of time, leaving it all here on earth because we can't take anything with us when we die.
I come and go like the wind that blows
but you know you know...
am I really so far away?
Cuz all it takes is for your eyes to close and it's as if we're face to face.
So there's a way to slow it down, and even at times rewind moments that were so profound and relive it all over again. Until the next time I come around, we'll be meeting inside your head.
I had a dream about you last night; so glad that you came through.
Dreamed I went swimming inside your ocean blue eyes, backstroking and staring up at the moon.
Then the waters started raging as your eyelids began closing. I was frightened by the rapid movement of your eyes. Tried to swim out but my body became so heavy.
I didn't know what you were going through but I found myself drowning in the darkest blue ocean of subconcious thoughts you thought you were hiding.
Streaks of light like lightening in the night helped give clarity and I caught glimpses of you and I. I was holding you in my arms and you were laying your head on my chest with water in your eyes.
Sinking and thinking to myself, 'what the hell has gone wrong?' In reality it's much different than what I'm seeing, because we are still going strong.
There was another streak of light and thunder followed behind it, and in this scene it was still of you and me but this time I was leaving.
My hands slid out of yours until the tip of our fingers barely touched, and I walked away while looking back and said, "I still love you so much."
Oxygen's getting low as I sink deeper into your head. Still wondering what the hell has gone wrong, I closed my eyes as water filled my lungs then woke up gasping for air in my bed.
I must have fell asleep and fallen too deep, until I woke up to a nightmare inside your head.
I can hear 'em.
"Don't nobody wanna hear dat ****." But what that just means to me is, "just go back to sleep," in which I reply by saying "I can't because this insomnia is serious," but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Eyes see through the night, so I'm never sleep walking through the day.
Baby I'm still learning...
Holding back on these emotions when I get mad
Knowing it's best to think it over before I speak
so I don't say some **** that'll hurt and make you feel sad
Lets not lose sight of our love
Pointing fingers like there ain't six pointing back at us
Lets try and keep this between you and me
cuz people can't criticize what they can't see
But if we must express ourselves let it be creatively
To inspire those who carry heavy loads and so that we're reminded to keep the peace
Yeah let there be peace amongst lovers
Through all storms we should be by each others sides
Holding it down through the rain and thunder
So let the softness of our voices keep the hearts tender and keep our minds at ease
And although they'll be ups and downs
may we always bring it back to common ground
and do our best to keep the peace
Lidless to the darkness,
stretching it with both hands I
stick my head right inside with eyes open wide seeing it all.
You call it crazy, I call it spiritual.
See, there's an invisible world right in front of our faces yet most don't even know,
or is skin and bones really all that we are?
Does your bare feet not tingle in blades of tall grass, does your heart not quake when you look up into space and witness shooting stars?
It's more than just the sight, my purest of thoughts carry light piercing far beyond the limits of these lowly earthly eyes.
Everything is X-rayed and magnified the more one continues to stay connected to the most high.
Let it be what it will be then we'll see
if it all was just for nothing, or meant for eternity.
When in search for answers, look to the birds, look to the trees.
See the way they fly and the way branches sway in the wind so effortlessly.
Life goes on and we get stronger by letting go of people and things that need to leave,
and if we don't our wounds will never close and we'll just continue to bleed.
Most bleed red but I bleed black, and it is only when I need to release these words inside of me.
Healing taken place in between the lines every time I write, it ain't hard for you to see.
There's a river of silence that flows out of the left ventricle and into this body of work that soothes all hurt; burying what has died with these metaphorical lines that be the dirt,
and in time flowers will grow from this soil if I just let it be.
Letting the nature that I'm surrounded by be the guide as I listen to the voice within the breeze.