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.

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

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

not waiting for my wings to lift
He gifted me with a gift my gifts
message in riff
you connect and then i split
with no vision youre directionless
stylize my impediment He uses nothing when i wasnt equipped
dodge the subtle eclipse
dogs try to muffle muzzle my lisp
my words are missiles chiseled and crisp
i cut their vision into a prism for kicks
i print their -isms for a pit and past tense
my answer comes before their askin

man im going through so much pain my steps hurt
i dont ball i dont net worth
you got pride and youre ahead then neck curse, then you have no treasure and youre lesser
i got a better measure
if youre bad help the sick on the stretcher
He'll help you ail the ill with knowledge like a professor
whats really real make you feel like the dope on the dresser
make you feel like man of steel and hope releases the pressure

We just want a piece of peace
We toil and try and act like we would die for these things
But are these things anything
Isn’t everything nothing to Everything
All things when the veil is cleared become as grain of sand
When we fail to remain man we will see Him and then all things on earth that feigned importance...

He lifted me up Rudy i was a small man
who can outdo me Hes with me they all cant
Goliath cant move me hes a tall plant
im motivated by more than a wall chant
faith paul just moved better than sauls plans
David had no plans but soon would all-command
He lifted me up Rudy i was a small man
who can outdo me Hes with me they all cant

writing this letter
pen has thorns on it
a dead tree im an ornament
not bad at sorting it
you inhale and articulate the vibrations
your lovely sound waves
your beauty is downplayed
beauty in form such a fine face and incredible form
it hurts to see-body busting out of itself not a norm

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

im cold-smart go hard for more parts that cohorts
my rose hard i throw hard
poached parse
to and fro mars
whoa par
was dealt my hand use more than hands to throw cards
strong pull with no close charge

veins like vines underneath
its my will i bequeath
i hope its not asunder me
backed against the wall im crumbling

die for Him so i can breathe in
breeding seeding seeking the Truth believe in
fasting no passing a demon not demon-seeking. bread breaking though, Truth i be in
my dead blood but His bleeded
yours dirtied ours certainly, His perfect cleanest
me no gain ive seen experienced mean this
Hes waiting reaching i testify He loves despite Ive seen with eyes
He doesnt leave. He loves despite, with faith you rise
He doesnt forsake your praise your cries
and He kills destruction He hates them lies
the Lord the Son died for you take your prize

but it was a sentence the beginning when He ended my sinning
youre just tryna get a pinch in, im the whole grab-full
wise dont dabble i reside full under the gabble
imagine though: i rise in the midst of alladin jokes
throw my body away im passing full
passion:full. im passing fools that are merely acting cool
im bashful cruel. tactful jewel. high lacking stool. backing Rule
detriment. no square or compass. i square the compass encompass the square with global abundance. simple fundament
youre rudiment i make fun of it done with it

The black hole. Everything is in it and all understanding (visual logic or maybe just form). You realize what you’re tied to through the mirror where you’re standing. It catches everything and the past spits it out. By design it attests “you” are where you’re sitting now. No longer watching things passing you when you’re sitting down. Your mind and it are bound a package. In a sense absence equals flagrant in-sight no lacking. A certain visual takes place in dream place when they’re rationed. They feed beauty to when your body moves because your brains asking

Your visual lets it in through a machine metaphysical consciousness
and then you do what you do in response to what you’re in
It’s a chain we choose and who we are our response depends
Our emotions are even tied our eyes circumcised or deepened
Our total attention our “self” can just leap in
It lets in and through-we seep in


The black pupil invites white light
Tell me about the iris and pupil love inextricable bound tight
In beauty on a white canvas
Eyelids unwittingly dance on it
Because Mind said so

The picture of a sound

...The picture of a sound
It paints that frame in your mind a form but not clearly defined
Your direction focuses but the articulation lacks lines
Then...the touch of a visual
Tell me how they’re adamant brazen but this bypasses dermal and in it goes
More than integral a rush out goes common intervals
Into rubbing blood pump your getting light-headed it goes-sump pump
Tell me how it goes sum up
You’re getting high there somewhere up
Then...the touch from that image into an emergent canvas with a collective color derived white
An utter stunning white splashes with you touching that image-the canvas it dashes
Painful painstaking beauty cutting lashes
You’re lapsing with each come-to with each pass it’s
Contained in your pupil your mind that thing it’s massive
You touch it and next second are amazed-you just had it
It melts over you oh so true laden
It’s true magic through and through, genesis Aladdin
You try to callous your heart for ballast do some padding
I would continue but it hurts...
Picture of a sound
Touch of a visual
Touch from that thing...you pick which first

Rose hips pedal
Flower clips and pics
Gold ships cross reflection of eclipse
1 take of 0 gives (for He that forgives)
Needless to say no long live
6 foot what a trip
Edify and connect the dots with
instead of words that cut like zipper stitch

The stars are a lie
The higher up in the sky
What’s a “formless” billion up there to a billion down here
We are the universe
under the Great I Am
Forward, created mind that defies outline in the land of the living
Even the moon lies as a small object on our pupil that acknowledges it
The illusion up there was created for a consciousness
When the last of the aforementioned goes so the high majestic picture that lay upon it lets

this life no laughing matter
mortality disaster
no rewind after
so im gonna proclaim the Gospel every move possible
no soft go
im a dog nothing
believe me
Lord still opened my eyes retrieved and received me

they could never take away
best they could manage is a take-away
this life is a passageway
theyre average lattice observe my ascension practice as i break away
not brazen-im cloaked so i skate away
fade mash contrete and abstract i make a way
raise i consider Truth Truth so ill never forsake His Way
laced live and die for the Son theyll never take my day
praise He makes pure so ill never fake my way
ill painstake and gain weight
through the rain to the reign faint
He cleans the hate-stained
if you promise blood then ill gain paint
shed shame taint'd popularity and the lame's stakes

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

Not a certain skin glitter gold
Stop searching when a hidden in the fold
Remind me how He climbs me treetop
Most people prosperous true level knee stop
Hills and valleys oh peak drop
Flow rhythamic beat-sitting-in reach clot
Keep going no comfortable fable-thee spot
Focus piece watch peace swath swatch
Had chance shot throwaway now **** it reshot
Reach swap figure form speech no leave blots
Harvesting fields no cornrows seed crop
Be not or be or naught

through the storm and marshes
not about my paper and im cardless
no matter what your cards are im a target
go the farthest maverick sovereign
nothing like easy im the hardest
like ive been doing this for years pen and parchment
not your run of mill artist
im hot but ill cold start it, the way i move is charted
were in the building apartment
i dont know your component but mine is alarm set
i wear my heart on my sleeves my arms wet
at Jesus feet the storm He calms it

Never enter my world
Never knock my rhythm

different like Spock and He’s risen. Never relinquish the clock we getting

The secrets under the water the baptism I dipped in...

Holy admittance quenched the fire...keys released from prison...

God speed we getting...
I’m seated, garment fitted

Armed acquitted, I’m ready
Who wants to harm a witness

Never fail give them all my riches
Then ima get it.

Who’s seen the hands of time do work

Do death suit you tie die like cool shirt

Who wants to doubt Him go ahead fools first...

Nothing beyond Him, you’ll shine in time like jewels birth

I’m fly accompanied by two birds

In good company Truth first

Obvious and patent proof bursts

Recoup purge ensue Earth

Get a clue He proves worth

Saviour of the world Truth. true-the Jews first

after His heart wish i could change my name hebrew David
no matter whats in front face it brave it
this place it push and pulls against. patience
joy and strength and Truth laced with
the perfect place and time and Truth He came with
blatant proof no need to assume. its basic
comb the clues groom and prune to train with
amazed with. boost and faith raised with. for me-gainless
for them to guide and aim with in the midst of the aimless
brazen to the claimless shoot to the brainless agent
i dont know who we know Who Raised and Made it
...

Surrounded by proud people that want to see me out
Then out of sight and like see me now
Like a light that can see around
I will see more on the other side we abound
Never taking Tre
God three amount
Freeze your count
No lease on doubt

...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...

Talk it out talk about walking out sulkin now
Nobody gives a _ if I fall im down
I’m good though jo I’m the remedy
Faith based hoping He’s sending me
Us and Jesus married and wedding ring
Wings without the feather things
The rain cleans whether weathered or better things
In the deepest darkest part is
Trying to pump blood with the heartless
Hard heart leading a tender heart
Fool hearted pretend I’m smart
Got a hand bent the cards
Lift em up think they’re walking get em far
Separate them then let them start

flying flowers are butterflies
cut out the lights the shutter cries
its all mine cries the fool before the bones dry...
we shine light on a square inch-thats our focus and usually meaningless.
God created it all and imagine one that you love most. God decided them. He knows them more than they knew their selves and He loves them more than you have capacity for. He sees everything between you two completely, in addition to seeing them completely. So if your love for that person is just a piece of His love then how has He not received a gift of your heart?

Verbs. The counterpart moves you and grabs your heart penetrate
If it’s true then why can’t one see their self  and validate
I see a woman with a form and she did not create
We’re both human with a form not much separate
Funny how the eyes though get you high prickling levitate
Again she touches you inside pupils dilate talking heart measure rate
I feel what I say you have a one-off example your specific way
This magic is just magic to us funny-the mutual give and take

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

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

The blood was running no sprinting how the wound was
The knife and heart had agreement let’s blood pool up
Knife in the back rib and blade interlace
Blind chef to do it up dinner plate
Cut my bone skinner weight
Human to human-I thought I drew the line with a thinner weight
Now picture weigh

Funny how a sound wave runs through you
Illuminates Enlighten enlivens as if photons come too
A beat and it’s magic and the lyrics with message gives the run through
Even the ignorant have a place a place to hum to
Music is not dumb proof
Excuse aloof
This messenger ran the message before come shoes
I run to I run too
You make a melody with a machine and vocals and vocalize come troop
You have a picture in your mind and lay it and it come true...true

We used to just kick it.
We’d meet up and be present with each other and easiness
Your eyes saw things that I can’t imagine.
You had a past life with roots that I couldn’t see and it halted to intertwine with me
You had a humbleness and a quiet
Removed a continent from war torn to perfect society so silent
How you used to hide it
You’d carry on with no undertone or hint it was subsilent
Two different worlds though close like two eyes
We saw the same so I guess that would seem right
You saw cold traveled here to see night
I tried to come and be bright align so we could see light
I’ve been through less and was given more
But I’m assured
I’m sitting here thinking the reality of you
I’ve felt your heart and let it drop the reality takes form my mind realizes it through
What did I do?
I don’t think you knew me enough to know my incompetence.
Your love my friend considered accomplishment
White knuckle life back but it laughs and on it gets
Take our memories though tear roll and pocket it
Can’t wait until He calls me and then my rocket ship
It’s all in His friend
I know we talked I love you and until then I’ll abide in Him

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

Hung out with a kid she said I was dope
Meanwhile her folks are preoccupied with the show
They all look past me and the eyes are on a wise one
In secret he gets his wisdom in sit downs with his son
His son said pops its been shown a billion times it’s not here but there and you can’t take anything with you and it’s childlike faith

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

maybe i should just put the pen down
a commonality-pretend im dead now
yours truly we help the needy
they see thee and we best believe He
your dope seedy i go no treaty
i move no seating beseech me
my words throw you back, a cd
so premy they see me dont see me no creepy
majority leachy
i know He dont need me
so i go hard, with Him its way easy
they fall without knowing with Him no defeat me

It’s funny how so much activity can cost so much life
The cutting edge of technology opens like a knife
It’s funny how it’s dark-the moon steals shine
Sometimes there’s no penalty for very real crime
It’s funny how you struggle to touch feelings I cry real mind
Seconds climb degrees until you feel real time freeze
Seized. Age has no appeal yet we kneel when reality deals time

I see a little girl who’s a rose through the concrete

Her story botchy her parents skated away slick game hockey

Though don’t forget to mention her sick mommy

She meant well but cracked with crack dowry from prince charming

Went from seeming love to beaten up and constant harming

It was a team of demons and her one woman army

Little Amy’s parents high filled but babies stomachs steady starving

Amy only has one dress but she’s Jesus kept with the most utter white garment

The stars and their telescopes
they got a name for you, you know
we look at them theyre held they float
they look at us perpetuate love we show
only they and He knows
natural law love particular folks glow
then, little known-stars perplexed at our action
art movement their canvas static but pirouette
our locomotion's fluid every planes wet
they stare and observe our vastness
our majesty theyre entranced they derive gladness
a length here a curve there
held in place where
light form picture bear
then inutterable design language
they pale in the presence of
vanquished in envy anguish
the stars and their telescopes
little do we know

Well beaten is not the hard path
Hard to have heart when people are all math
And all are all that
People just wanna take away your wings and way
People hide their treasure and tuck their things away
I’ve seen His Grace so will sing His praise
A person that hates will project that trait
If you’re ahead they will aim to take your neck away
They say my sin is jewelry I will protect my chains
My sight is blind vision gone whole set is plain
Jet the whole plane

trying to move with every perfect move
polished not crude trudge through mud with my low shoes
people say not bad and turned around say-its not happening
and as long as youre not sad theyre not happy
inhale your rhapsody as it turns it entails id rather be
you know what they say-you have to wake to make the dream work
and once youre in it the nightmare-the dream hurts
our hearts He changed. off our backs-free shirt
peace from berserk and like clock-work
today-knives in backs do not hurt boxer
walls up accessory like watch, purse copped curse
people constantly running so their walks hurt botched nerve

Little light of mine hard to define
Feel they can’t recreate so they opt to steal shine
Grab the photons and crack the heal of mind
Mold and enlighten despite their fighting in the spiel of time
Rock and reel through their shade no deal no sign
Show no sign their minds relative to no mind go find
Their eyes don’t even touch light windows cold blinds
foolish lower self for pay dirt no gold mine
Self worth go find Light and know gold mine

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?

He does it
I’m not a good Mather
Snakes come in shapes a hood adder
They’re gonna shake His will?
And some good laughter
I want a place for all in the good after
If desires there no question if He could craft it
They see no lasik
They just play ignorant, tragic collective habit
Once in the everlasting, only could’ve had it
They wanted Satan and Easter rabbit graphic
They work hard for arrangement don’t need the Passion pass Him

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

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

It only takes one person to put a people into shape
But why waste when history has shown a shape to be the wrong shade