My voice is not sick.
My heart does not lack charge
And my fingers rest beautifully.

My wires are impeccably engineered.
My brain is alight with knowing
And my belly, understanding.

Tell me, what does yours say?
Does it lie to you?

Our voices are not sick
Our words are not misguided.
We simply know you well,
And suffer for it.

Imma white strand
underneath that wide band
on your round land
under the heap among profound men
just someone unique, identified from a mile back
*** mild 'attack
seeing me took a step back
thinking me of a **** wack
who isn't like em
I've been cut
I've been dyed
I've died
yet resurfaced just like a lie
screaming at your face dare ******* deny.

True story used to cause me to remember,
Christmas coming to mean the story told,

I first got the story from a family Bible, yep.
We had one, and my mom must have read it,
because, when I was no older than six,
I asked her where the story of Christmas
came from, and she opened that Bible,
to the very story.

The Good News, surely was then, had been,
since. And now I think I may recall
that child like faith, in a seed
planted as true as can be,

the story came from the tellers of the story.

Why? Curios addiction, pineal primitive will
to know what works and what kills.

Men of letters, let us make up our minds,
in the realm of words, lust is not a factor.

Any vital juices spilt trigger art' official guilt,
mea culpa, my one 8.2 billionth
of all breathers, I caused hope to fail…
falsification
of this sapience capacity- projected
light where Plato had shade,

of course you may now remove earbeans
with no other one the wiser.

Don't be late
dip your toes fast.

It's up to you
if you want to do it
at the same time
when the day too
melts down into
one more pith dark
finishing line.

The twilight has a
lot to digest then
as one more day
cools off into it's bold
deep painting splash
make sure you go first.

Before the waxing moon
scurries to the sea
looking for it's mirror  
on the deep shady water
only to discover
zillions overlooking stars
are already there!

New day, with dawn of rising sun
off the docks, cruising towards horizon
light and breezy all, felt like blessed by Poseidon
Skinny dipping for happiness, hope I find some.

Many I got bon voyage, many I curses,
many were on board, many kraken lurks.
Head straight, high sail,
ignored all, focused on right trail.

Pleasant journey until now, premonitions around,
dark clouds, high tide, ensuing panic in crowd,
blinded became Travis, undermined the upcoming crisis
Darkness engulfed, realized too late, next moment...  

**** hit the fan down came the rain,
followed by storm and a huge hurricane.
Bulldozed through, but that's just iceberg's tip,
it's gonna be titanic soon, already feel like losing grip.

Beyond horizon, can't see,
calm sea or whirlpool will there be.
All I know, strength of these sails,
sailors and that mysterious gentle gale.

Before I entertain;
let me enter the space where they all know my name.
While feeling like a million dollars, before my
hands ever have a touch of fame.
I might look the same,
but they’ll always say-

“you’ve changed.”

All the lights and glam,
can’t out shine the dreams of my eyes.
Growing up as I am;
growing apart from peers, and average guys.
Best knowing you’re different,
before it’s been said.
Knowing all your failures, only you can witness;
and playing out your entire life inside your head.

Tell me;

would you be true to you,
when they ask- “who are you?”
And still keep a smile when you do
what they said you couldn’t do?
They’ll all act surprised, claiming-

“we never knew”

You gave them all a hint;
but they never caught the clue.

I felt like a younger,
stuck with the worries of being old.
“You only live once,” I’ve often been told.
You have so many chances of success,
but only once in your life,
to achieve them when you choose to be bold.
Long and behold;
I’m still here in the present worrying about being too old.

As I sold out my happiness;
before ever going out on a few tours.
Grew out of being down to earth
before I eventually rose.
And I wouldn’t buy the entire world;
but keep it in my pocket, thinking to myself-


“the world is yours”

Even when they see the scars;
they’ll never feel the sores.
Even when the silence hurts,
don’t be shy to let them known your story’s verse.

Don’t lose yourself in the successes,
I’d rather lose myself in these words.

The pen flow without any peace,
or any signs to decrease,
Amongst the animals,
I’m a superior lyrical beast.
Food for thought in these words,
I gave plenty a feast.
But when you give so much to the world,
it’s always wanting to steal a piece.

The mouth that bites the hand that feeds it,
licking all you have, cleaning out the dishes,
as you’ll just bare witness.

Just live your life to the fullest,
no-one can do it for you.
Live your life as the truest,
you’ll never question what is true.

As truly the verse of your story,
only resides in you.