Take a closer look like a fractal
He makes a design with the shatter when I’m fragile
Trying to telll them I’m not an angel
Disregard your approach while I’m working different angles
The world stabs me the pain stays but I’ll see how the reign goes
No shady pose
It’s just drops-how the rainy goes
Crazy flow-that’s not original
I opt for aboriginal
They say great I say minimal
Sorry for dismal
He says it is it goes

Is an artist an artist
What do you call it
Does legitimate couple with what you make of it
What happens in the eye, the ear
What happens within I
What do I see, what do you hear
Does it align with us for reason
Does it square or rather attach to pretense
My Michelangelo, your not even decent
Popular consensus best-with a gradual descent
Is it odd that it doesn’t adhere, with it’s beautiful uneven find-it-in-lesion
Artist focus beauty
Forefront of functionality, so important-seamless  
The beauty is the fuel it’s the meaning in the print
Other knowledge. Passive tech or this-alter breathing
Feeling unlike seething squint and focus and let it seep in
Line and definition
Form and something inward-touching
A sense and music
Beauty. Art. Everywhere. Needed?

Where my mind takes me
By the hand
But it guides the hand
Let’s dance together
Let’s moonwalk under the Son
Brainstorm one weather
White skin, worn leather
Bipolar and skull pressure
Mind is we never knew it and will never get rid of it...
Pleasure was needy gave needy pleasure
White wasn’t fair now it’s redder
Black and white even checkers no double decker
Ask spock if he’s a trekky or trekker then measure

Love at a distance
You don’t know what you have ‘til it’s gone
Same nature-you never had it
Romanticize into an ever-detailing sculpture
Molding every abstract line. Back-stepping every blemish
Set the stage with this shared wine too fine for glass too stemmish
Perfection reminiscent but both ways so remnant, get it?
Love.
But sure to create black hole void unvetted
Did it perfect justice quicken acquittance
Wedded in flowing perfection wetted then
When it love at a distance imagination
No impediment

Hate. People drool over my life like steak and knife
But hold the steak tonight
I’m too bright to night
His blood owns so break my vein alright
Prove my frame fragile as light
My liquid agile at their delight
This time the pastels not white
Spite.

You can’t not see like I can’t escape my vision
How many cells your body have? my personal prison, no schism
People grow old, simultaneously imagine grown limits
Stationary is the go-get-it
They bullshittin, the faux-witnesses
The materialists the fools gold riches equipped
They know it’s it is
The Truth roll friction with wits

Flay my bone, fillet my flesh
Hear my cry and scream yes
Be my nightmare, starve me and convince me to dream less
be less and be stressed
Be brash, to keep tabs you need checks
Pressed-no I’m neither unimpressed...

Just trying to achieve His favor

With fervor I pursue, when I get there stay there

Can I find Him in the pew, fine I won’t stay there

How can I hold hands now with the Truth-Jesus? This ain’t fair

I focus on my heart and take care

Do I keep good company like I take shares?

How do I keep myself while I break theirs?

Fast like pace players, pray up like a raked stare

Like 8 hairs, I want the naked Truth

Aloof, hell, if He can help it Satan ain’t taken you

A hoof, like a shoe, the beast ain’t raising youth

Hell no, he takes them, breaks them-slick no shade of clue

Slave to sin for years yet we’re not paid in full-we’re paid in few

Meant to be beautiful but you’re cut, you’re  laid with grooves

Improv and improve to prove, you can’t even make it from a to b because you’re dying inside while no ones seeing you

Rise and shine though because you’re proof. The bs is see-through and He’ll see you through

Thinking of how my brains fried

Insane how these things unfinished but I’m focused on the things I ain’t tried

One thing that isn’t a problem is I take up the problems that ain’t mine

I’m mindful of my mortality and of theirs at the same time

I’m shy but it ain’t like I hate shine

I take time to blame, I wonder if I hate mines

I don’t know them but I rate minds

My self-righteous as the berate climbs

Behold what’s taking place-wit thinner than the fakest crepes

As judges we ignore mistakes we make

Let’s focus on the patience grace

And give roses because He chose us is the take away

Who can fold us when we’re here play for play

We actively daily doing two-a-days and today we ain’t afraid

We won’t fray, okay? Okay

I pray, we all pray, we praise because He came

We are inextricably our bodies, true?
Another sees our body and then, us? But what’d we do to produce?
Our bodies are us, we hurt and acknowledge the cues and we play sports and lose when it fails to move.  
I guess we even reproduce.
Like when we’ve covered all proof, we see another that left but their body is here.
I guess we’re not

Thoughts running through my mind
You’d think with their pace they have more space than my skull
My mind was on you past them and in space
I guess in a sense my skull is a bad case
And it encases sense but no bad taste
It’s bad enough don’t add face
Let your mind on its own, add face
I’ll tell you no fear of losing face
Rotten inside then lost my mirror, doing great

The Word enlivens my veins
They team with life and fight red cells for space
The whole structure is like my dermal case
The words and meaning articulate like a face
It comes out of my mouth but not because I don’t like the taste
They like the taste
They copy and mimic and try to trace
I say it’s okay and reiterate like tre
Three points of the same
I’ll never incinerate and to those who ask I hand off my tray

Dissimilar likeness
A cheating reflection
Two things that are both shadows and objects to each other
Past unknown then present oneness and immutability
Out of a crowd of millions

You know what people say they’d rather be a nobody than a cold body
I’m an old soul with no old body oh buddy
I love I hug I hold bodies
Stone froze so cold so cold don’t shock me
They see they think they saw they sought
They thought they taught me
Not and naught i see walkie-talkie copy copy
Chain of thought pocket unused lock key
Out of here to nowhere rocket to where Spock is
Can’t hock this
This display they hate I guess they’re nauseous
And not just

Where do you start?

Pull my card

Pull at my heart with your hand, the counterpart

And is that heart on sleeve?

Is that a tacky tattoo or is that blood-achieved?

Or is that majorly mind imaginary and imagery?

Let me feel and see

Si or no for heresy

Unless you know beyond it’s only here you see

Are you hearing me?

Limited options with eyes to exhaust attempt see clearly

Your eyes aren’t storytellers but tell me what you see believe

I’d rather have a blanket of ignorance
I’d rather have a stomach of “it’s okay”
I’d rather have selective shutters
I’d rather not have all this at the expense of

I wake up and quickly come to.
Everything is instantly loaded.
I don’t well know the other mode.
I think about everything initially, accompanied by a tinge of anxiety...
But that’s everyone, right?
I proceed to satisfy my needs and experience pleasure with the food that I eat...
But that’s everybody, right?
I am influenced by my line of logic and externally-the development and continuation of the present...
But that’s everyone, right?
I bring to my consciousness things that I regularly think about and for various reasons and some are unwelcome...
There is a daily checklist with destinations that I’ve decided...
We all move for reasons.
This all coalesces after many times and is called a close-decisions in time, past is froze...
Each calls only their own body home, there is everybody, the question intended is-are we alone?

You understand you’re one but are you whole?
Each part relative to another and through experience-nature exposed
But if it’s only shown by interaction
Then is any part of reality truly known?
Have we become adjusted and accustomed to an alien immediate-home?
What are you besides what you’ve met many times?
As you wake in morning, ascend in time, continue forward, unwind, descent is climb
Truth is humans are perfect in design but not self-existent, I’m urgent-earnest through these rhymes
Fall back on Him, creation
We serve perfect purpose and have Him in due time

Speak truth or in citing ye-decisively excise incisors
Peel cap and push visor
like or something like or implied or...
Like everything you don’t see but know that’s inside your
It’s unsaid but who’s to say whats not mine-yours

...that'd be really cool, but that'd be like design and it needs to be real like flowing...
i don't know if that's poetry
because of form
but give me the definition and your vision and see if it misses
essence of norm
see if it addresses the core
if you can see it-if it beaches and catches the shore
or rather it's not flying or not to mention a soar
another dimension, poor me or that's if it's a lessened change
paradigms going gone but lessons remain
blowing minds, carnal damage, rearranged
but metaphysical intellect flees grazed
flees fire and flees flame
to go on, not no reclaim...

It's ironic- a person lives, sees out through eyes
but with thought, their lives hide inside

The mind, to realize complexity
with the unrealizable complexity being itself

and so on and so forth
because tell me how to not

With each aware fragment or moment and all it’s possibilities collapsing into the next and then compounding the possible reality positions and not to mention considering it’s different internal and external constituents, it is vein to not flow with every part of you engaged and led by Him. Otherwise, invariably you will find yourself far in the direction elsewhere. Long since where you could’ve been

We’re going back and forth but only talking
Astrophysics, chop sticks and Christopher Walkens
Highly deep and emotion to top it
Started how’s it going, now you can’t stop it
No folly or nauseas topics
And logic to boot in ear socket
Release the chains of self-contained with an open pretty locket

Thank You for what You’ve given me- faith.
But how could I not have it-I’ve seen...it’s grace
Existence by a miracle void of You- a peculiar distaste
Less of a situation misconstrued, more a desired embrace
Indeed for a person, from You awaits a possible love-case
The seed has been planted, we choose, if not-no equal is such waste

Ill give you a power
Someone's traveling a life's storm, a shower
Imagine this is your dealing your payment your dollar
Now imagine you are the one with an answer that doesn't cower
the answer is you're both of these and now is your hour

An enemy to myself
a ******* up book fallen off the shelf
God please help me, save me through hell
my plea, I plead, I need all help
seek shelter from shell
this vessels a flooding jail cell
my fate unassisted destruction foretell
this world's a system, I'm lowly rappel
repelled from the flame up top as well
not dismissive of mission to pass through natural
or worldly but the worry has me shaken but desensitized stiff
mistaken, surly i can't, won't adrift
off course, of course not

is finger-licking two senses
me, myself and i sit down, consensus
everyone has a different rendition of relentless
what version is this of this, which you, depends it
imaginary penitentiary, locked in myself, one tenant
like i could send a message with only a letter, pen it
see greater with less 3d one eye red it
eye to brain, i blew it
i 9 lives brain dead
brain faculty, mind, not same head
while nothing visual, split cranium and drain head

She's weird, different. She can make more with less. She can be more focused on the finer detail. More enveloped in the abstract. She is more involved in being involved. She is more with you when she's with you. The shadow to your light. The inverse thought. The reflected passion. The parts belonging to each side being and finally meeting. Two created. Two in their own path unaware. Two-who's path intertwined in a beautiful thing of many flavors- one being a flavor. Senses and beauty and to make it real- love.