nyant

nyant May 2022

A priori

Constantly becoming,
hopefully better rather than worse,
questioning whether I'm part of the cure or the curse.

nyant May 2022

To be a villain is often a choice,
A hero is often chosen,
the villain fights for what isn't theirs,
the hero lives within their gift,
the hero channels pain to power,
the villain breeds more pain.

3 a.m.

nyant Apr 2022

In the bleak hour

A story ****** draconian,
puzzling many a historian,
in the bleakest hour,
display of weakest power,
of God on Golgotha,
on the heal of heartache,
hung the broken Potter,
lightning severing the snake,
thunder tore the veil,
that all the dead may wake,
what a glorious tale.

#easter

nyant Mar 2022

De-tension

The tightrope we tread where life unveils itself from the filter of our imagination to it's stark shocking reality.
We can either kick or scream,
or wake up from the dream,
For the things we struggle to find the words to mention,
we walk on and hold things in tension.

nyant Mar 2022

Untold Glories

Eyes weary scene it all,
if I stumble blame the fall.
Second Adam just believe.

Tipping on a tightrope,
holding it in tension,
closer to a far hope,
beyond comprehension.

Silence and soliloquy,
raging against atrophy,
freedom only slavery,
sing a sweeter symphony.

nyant Dec 2021

Weight of words

The pen is a blessing and a curse,
Only so far can these words nurse,
Everyone remembers Shakespeare
but few Wordsworth,
To be or not to be,
the only thing that matters truly,
to be or not to be.

nyant Dec 2021

shadow side

Listening Lamar lay low like lambo,
fight through the jungle like Rambo,
prisoned sentences dots and commas,
destined for degrees and diplomas,
cash rules everything around town,
still have a crown if my chips are down?
Burnt out like a 9 to 5,
808 confessions where I hide,
don't get too close it's dark inside,
waking up to things slept on,
looking for dawn in the teflon,
weight of words getting light,
counting the cost of kryptonite.

Smell what's cooking like dwayne,
hit rock bottom staying sane,
lost pace missing training,
how far back to where I lost track?
Memories like an over flow stack,
T'challa need vibranium,
wonder if I still have a cranium.

Only thing constant is change,
player just learn from the game,
two cents over a dime,
no way to go back in time.
Life ain't no marvel doctrine's strange.