Inscribed, in my heart..
bible verses, in cursive i know my purpose..
cursed are those who lay curses, and purchase purses that cost more than the life of a person..

But its all Gucci..
New Jordans on my feet, so they might shoot me.
Ironic huh,? after all the shots Michael took...
seen so much misery i might write a book..
Name it: When Life is Shook...

battle depression, my blades sharper than my foe though..
Yet they wonder why i never tend to smile in my photo,
they wonder why i hate social media, and society..
they wonder why im so mysterious, maybe its the Mayan me,
maybe its the eye in me..
i used to think God himself was denying me..
now i know that God never lies, he just lies in me.

not religious though, this isn't my confession to faith..
I've sinned to much to get passed the heavenly gates,
Besides, i saw heaven once, splitting an 8th..
probably the reason why im up still, riddling late..

*** truly my lifes a riddle,
So i write what i live...
So glad at 22 i havent had me a kid..

*** i barely know myself, and i still have to grow up..
how dare i ever preach truth, and be a father that dont show up?

But now im just rambling, i vent so i could sleep..
i know this isnt poetry..but poems take me deep..
in my mind, and my emotional ocean i hate to dive in..
but currently im swimming, ill tell you when i've arrived in..


-afj

I have received many gifts from God--
      *love
      hope
      understanding
      per­severance
      talents and skills

I have faced many storms
In this journey we called life
But my gifts are enough
To move on

I might have bigger problems
But my God makes the biggest miracles
*I am not afraid anymore

Her pain is mine misery
When her tears floweth I drown with them
I one day hope to find their cure
To take away her sins..

The nightfall is upon us mine muse,
Keepeth me amused,
For thou I shalt not use, but magnify thou in Repunzel status!!!

The dawn is right before us amour'
For we shalt be hand in hand to the store's
Of foliage and brisk!!!

Amour',

From whence hast thou come?
Thy strands flow and run
To Michelangelo sketching!!!!

We shalt lay I'm ourn bedding
Seaside of Latin terrace
A bus and a fair to pair us on eagles edges!!!!

Threadbare kiss!!!

We shalt entwine like ***** of yarn
Set ourn own fruitful farm
No need to be alone mine aimer!!!!

For doth thou dare?

To **** me in that is...