Nothing more than a shock
A mental block
Violent waves
And a broken clock
The traffic in my head is deep
It’s heavy
It’s congested
There’s a crash up ahead
Signs flickering, bright lights
“ Stop” “ Wrong way” “trouble ahead”
The traffic is clearing
It’s nearing the end of rush hour
It still feels stuffy
Congested
Tight, it’s foggy
I’m losing sight of this glowing sign ahead now
“ I’m goi-“
It’s all I’m able to read
Horns are blowing, I’m distracted
Can’t see where I’m going anymore
The rains pooring,
The roads slippery
The windshield wipers are loud
They screech
I want to turn around, but I can’t
I’m on a highway
It’s so congested
Foggy high beams
I can’t see the cars
I’m trapped , but I can see a little more of the sign “ I’m going to-“ that’s It i  can’t see
It’s cut off, what does it mean
I can’t do this Iis too hard, it’s too heavy
I can’t see, I can’t see
It’s foggy as hell, but the signs clear
I can read it, “ I’m going to bless you, but you have to do you’re part and steer clear of the devil’s obstacles “
I’m going to keep going and have faith that the traffic of my thoughts clear up with the presence of my God here

Do you ever dream of me?
I dream of you..
Do you ever see the things
I see in you..
The potential, the strength, the complexity of your mind.
Don't let it go to waste, don't have much time.
Baby girl your anxious ways must cease someday
See its guarded the access to the various ways
Directions, & positions of your intelligence.
So that dream that I dreamt of you,
I only wish that you could see it too
Cause you think this verse is written for another person
Look in the mirror and see the person in you.
Dreams..

Man, my mind is so cold
I pray to God it thaws out and to replenish my soul.
The Devils lurking and consuming my thoughts
Showing me different ways to **** and ways to never get caught
Haha you thought I meant another person ?
Nah I meant the death of my mind
Don't have the evil to see another man's blood on my time
The time id get for the act in committing such crime but trust I'm living a life sentence
Just for murderin these rhymes
I'm not a poet I'm just a regular person
Trying to recover all my thoughts sprinkling a little bit of earth in it
I pray to God that my thoughts can unfold
So it can help maintain the youth and give the world a little of my
soul

You ever felt bliss?
Bliss in regards to
The simple miss of a kiss
That made you wish to feel
That bliss once more?
I do.. Only that bliss that I missed
From that kiss made me realize that
It was on the top of my list,
Of things to Deny from the lies
That you hid from my side.
Thus that kiss is nothing but a bliss
To never miss again..

The eyes, speak to my heart, the depths of their meaning convey so much more than their purpose. The eyes are meant to see, provide vision amongst those who wish to avoid the risk of being blinded by the truth. The truth, some say it hurts, but does it really? The pain from hearing such bliss can be seen as cruel, why? I too was once a women who neglected to see the truth, from the very eyes that stared within mine. I say within, because these eye didn't look at me, ,but within. Within the volumes of my soul, the boldness of my spirit. These eyes, the iris, beautifully brown, spoke words to my being. A barrier formed during the connection of our eyes, from the pain that they'd endured prior to seeing these eyes. Past eyes have looked into mine, with lust , almost like wearing contacts as if to say that these eyes were fake, they spoke at me, but not within me. But your eyes, your eyes speak love to me, your eyes speak words that your heart cannot express. Your eyes are strong, powerful, distinct. " The truth hurts," yet does it really? Cause the truth I see, stared right at me. I guess the truth hurts after all, I hurt when I look into those beautiful eyes, because I couldn't see past the hurt of the contacts to envision that the truth had finally stared within this whole time, you. You are the truth, and the only reason it hurts , is because I couldn't see your eyes sooner.