Don't say you love your hood if you can't even spit a page about hope for your hood . Don't say you believe in God if you're the same man that gained the whole hood at the price of you're soul by hand .
Your brothers that came from others blood stains your soul .
Your **** may be long but that's the only thing you have thats deep
And the most injurious thing is a "G" with a voice with a mind that's weak . - Selena Bagby

Your touch sets my surface aflame
Nervous signals flashing
Fingers searching for a purpose
Steaming furnace requires spoking
Radiation heats our home
With ancient bodies, glowing coals
Fading colors fuming red
Forming drops of salty liquid
Pours from porous epidermis
Falling down from heavens forces
Pulsing, throbbing, pressure rises
Reaching to God, fulfilled desires

Do you believe in
Synchronicity?
Like the time you
Doubted in your mind
The existence of such
Frivolous things, but
The moment you stopped
To look at the clock,
God spoke to you

7 minutes our eyes meet
6 minutes our hearts beat together in lights and sound
5 minutes your rhythm keeps my fears at bay
4 minutes your smile is all i've ever known
3 minutes my heart starts to sink, i feel you slip away
2 minutes you're off to another place
1 minute you're far away and i'm here

I am Living, to spend time with those with broken hearts.
I am Living, to Pray for those that are hurting and dying.
I am Living, to bring Joy to those that are in mourning today.
I am Living, to help those that are hurting with sufferings.
I am Living, I to hurt but my Lord is at work healing me.
So that he can use me by example to encourage others.
I am Living, to Love upon any whom need Christ now.
I am Living, to encourage others to grab onto Christ healing.
I am Living so that Christ can use me to help others today.

Word play,
foreplay....

Between the lines or
Between the sheets...

Her move my move,
The strategy begins...

My fault...
Her falt...

What's the difference....

She throws a dagger...
I throw a dagger....

Black and white
so what's the fight...

A heart that holds us...
A mind that molds us...

World's apart,
so how did it start...

Crippled by a cruch...
A life of fuss...

What can hold it...
What can mold it..

The question,
is only in the moment..

Only the moment,
is the eye of the beholder
without a shoulder....

To cry when tagged,
under the buds or rolled over...

Decimals demencile demanding,
in the roller coaster...