There is no experience in the world
      that I cherish more
            than hearing my father play the piano.

It's imperfect and beautiful and
                                                       sounds
                                                          ­     like
                                                            ­      home.

The notes are often choppy, and there are pauses
      as his mind turns over what keys to play next --
            sort of like our lives as a family.

We're awkward
      and have
            broken             periods,
but altogether we're making music.

Every breath a note,
      every laugh a chord,
every      "I love you"      a harmony
            that
only our family
      can hear.

And there's staccato! arguments,

and there's fortissimo days with pianissimo nights,

and there's repeat on repeat on repeat,
      making our lives seem
      constantly       andante.

But life is like a series of randomly placed fermatas --
unpredictable, yet musically enriched because of it.

            And I wouldn't want it any other way.

There once was a time when I couldn't fall asleep
without your strong arms around me and your breath on my neck,
but now I despise when you fill that empty space next to me and flop
your now saggy arms across my waist as you move in closer
and the scent of alcohol creeps out of your mouth
to fill the once sweet smell of our room.
It's 11 PM, and I'm laying in that queen size bed trying to decide
if I should let the darkness take over me or turn a light on
because I know you'll be calling in a few hours
to come get you because you're too drunk to drive home.
The front door creeks open then slams shut
as I hear footsteps on those old, wooden stairs you promised me 3 months ago
you would carpet.  The clock reads 11:11 and I make a wish
That it wouldn't be you
stumbling into our room, crawling into bed, and trying
to get lucky.
Waiting for the familiar sound of your jeans hitting the floor, I braced myself
for the unpleasant smell and feeling
that was about to encompass me.
I close my eyes and try to let the darkness overpower me before you get the chance to.

I was born in grave clothes
Raised in grave clothes
Unaware I even bathed in grave clothes
I didn't know the extent of my decay
Like the bones were expose in my face but I didn't have reflective glass to see my flesh
I was on a rotten path
Death would have been the only prize at the end of my race
Strongholds wrestled my thoughts and subdued my brain
Bone marrow deep I was linked to Adam
Lord knows I wasn't Abel
Dna tied to  blood imprinted on the ground I had more in common  with Cain
It's true a heart beat of sin causes death to course through vains
I wondered how could I be treated
Something was missing something was needed
To my shock it was Jesus
Clear! He got my heart beat right
With that resurrection power
Made my heart see light
He changed my life
I started to realize that the same power that raised Christ from the dead
Was the same power that lived in me
That does more than allow me to breathe .
It brings life back to limbs riddle with rigor mortis
It's reverses  decomposition brings back what death has stolen  
It's  uncontrollable like a lighting storm.
It's unadulterated
Once it hits
It's changes landscape  like when a nuclear warhead is detonated
Hoover dam generated power
Turbine engine spending power
Lift the dead out of sin power
Tectonic plate shifting, erecting mountains from plains power
By one name only can we be saved power
Second coming cracking the sky power
All knees shall bow and all tongues shall comply  power
Corruptible turned into incorruptible in a instant power
Rebirth repositioned repurposed repented power
Turn  what seems to be a lost into a win power
It is finish the precursor to the release of infinite power
I could never be the same because  the spirit lives in me gives me power
My arteries are laced with a burning flame
A roaring wind, a groaning earth, a raging sea crashing waves
The impact of several elements crush the chains of a slave
It's the same power that said come forth Christ friend walks out the grave
The same power that moved the stone a borrowed tomb turned to a cave
It's the power of the Resurrection
In a world full of aborted life
It breeds conception
In a world that attempts to abort Christ
The church still  cries out in reverence
Changed death for us now it's portal
Changed lives of stop watches into immortal
Resurrection power a glimpse into the eternal

My mother should be an author
She carves her soul into millions of pieces
Leaving it behind all of the family photos
When I see my mother
I see a woman
Who wants to hide her soul in a needle
Just so the screaming can stop in her mind,
These bottles are rattling in the living room
You see they have put shackles on her heart,
She can't love anymore
Without having ***** in her water bottle.

Where is she hiding her beer?
I feel like my mother is giving me a scavenger hunt
From the shards of glass that were left on the baseball fields
My mother used to take me to.

You know she always wasn't like this
She was strong minded and had a big heart
Tonight I will tell you the story of a woman
Who lost her soul to the Keystones to the Miller Lites
To the ****** Mary’s.
Let's rewind time
See ******* the soul in ten years

10- I look into my mother's eyes and I start to cry
Because I'm looking at a woman who I don't know anymore

9- I refused to bail her out of jail again
Because I'm afraid her kidney will fail if she drinks again

8- My mother staggered into the theater and disrupted the whole play,
My cast mates turned to me and asked, isn't that your mother?

7- I had to hold my mothers hand
Because she was throwing up the cocktail of drugs and alcohol

6- Daddy had to get mom out of jail she was drinking again

5- My mother throws the bottle across the room
And told me the reason why she drinks is because I'm Autistic

4- My mother overslept for my piano recital,
I didn't think it was a big deal
But I remember she spent the whole night crying
With a wine glass in her hand.

3- Mommy I didn't know your prescription came in a needle

2- Mommy the prescription say 2 pills a day
why are you taking 6?

1- My mother went to the doctor
Found out that she has Rheumatoid Arthritis
I don't know what that means,
But I know she will still be strong right?

0- She took me to a Dodger game for my birthday.
I remember Sammy Sosa hitting a home run that game
She told me that the only person that can **** your soul is yourself

The blood of Christ
Constantly dripping over my life
Listen hear I am blood bought
My King took the punishment  for sin...rugged and uncut
Blood sport
No mark of the beast
I'm talking the mark of the free
Blood of the lamb yes his blood marks his sheep..
Death pass by my front door
**** the Egyptian first born
Jesus beat from limb to limb..the sight of flesh scorned
Oh my Lord your beard it was tore
Off ..
Bless it savior you fulfill the laws
Kings blood only type that could pay the cost
And save the lost
I bang blood with no gang affiliations
Striped naked sin causes  humiliation
One death saved humanity every civilization
You see sin stales life sterilization
Kings blood brings life  fertilization
Not talking zombies, when the dead start raising
I meant rising.
Followers of King Jesus we behind him
Like the man from Verizon
The world denied him and still denies him
Died once and rose into forever ..the key to our eternal survival
People open the Bible
Satan's no rival
Hells hot  souls drenched in sweat no Cabo
I stand as a man ...A witness
Anointed in Kings blood
White and Red blood cells..healing, health, love

We are born into sin
With our DNA infused in rebellion
Once we recognize right and wrong
Wrong becomes appealing
Like a toddler with a fork going after a socket
Good parents step in with discipline
Which should be look at as guidance
Our nature when caught doing wrong is to go into hiding
Running through darkness, living life through coal mines
When God wants to ignite flames
We rely on our cold minds
Like if I can't see it then God doesn't exist
Then give praise to life and the knowledge of men
Yet still don't have a remedy for sin
He kills you, they execute him and death excels at the end
Shotgun blast in shopping malls
Bullets a eat through a shopping cart
News on and the world looking appalled
With questions
When the answer lies in heaven
I pray that this nation don't crumble and fall
Its time that we stop running from God

Excuse me as I take my pen and connect it to my bloodstream like an IV
Write these words of love as my mind speaks
To a woman that I honor as my queen
Eternally connected wrapped together in love.
The smell of vanilla and scented herbs
As I plant my seed into her earth and produce peddles of passion hoping for conception
Piecing ******* morning dew and bodies sweating
Love between a husband and wife is a gift from heaven
When its done right its no denying
The power of the hands of God
How he created a woman from ribs
Amazement as I look at her beauty
Something like peaks and valleys of Mountains
Gods paint brush, brush strokes of the coral reef
Oh my heart is comforted when the sun shines over the horizon.
And reflects of her face it catches my eye like a flawless diamond
She shines like a candle lit in the abyss
She's mine I unwrap her with my kiss
Lord have mercy
The taste of my sweet Hersey
I'm her knight and shining armor
March seven times around a fortress
Four play leads to  shouts and the walls of Jericho are coming down
Hearts linked together in complete trust
No secrets just openness