The man who tries to prove a point
Is unsure of how sharp it is.
A man who wars with blunt arms,
Is confident in his own strength.

The man who bears armor brave,
Falls heavy into his own grave.
The man who comes naked
Is sure he will return unscathed.

But, not every warrior is the same;
And no war can be fought
In the shadow of divine aim.

Running into the night without caution or care
Praying I won't slip in the mud and land in the abyss of all the haters.
Each step is tacky and sticky, causing my speed to continue to slow down.
While, each breath is ****** from my lungs with such intensity that I wonder what side I am fighting for.

And as the time inches closer each day, my prayers become quieter
And my sorrow and doubt grow into full blown anxiety.
The news fills our head with complete anihilation, destruction the only goal.
Bones and primitive tools line the streets with the aroma of innocent death.

Keeping my eyes open, I see the sun and it never fails to rise.
In the evening, the moon controls the tides and lights up the darkness with stars
Inside my heart and soul, I beg for forgiveness from the divine, perfect one.
While silent tears line my face and my nose becomes stuffy.

I think they are calling the first step martial law, which sounds like we need to ready ourselves for the end.
But until that day comes, you can still find me giving thanks to our Lord and Savior.

your cries break my heart
and I hold you close until
you whimper into sleep

my gentle swaying and rhythm of my heart
guide you to sleep

my daughter,  I hope someday you
discover that the Divine Presence
holds you safe and close like I do

There will be times
I will not be with you
But remember that God
is always with you

You are beauty, you are vibrance, you are the reflection of the light behind my eyes inwardly pulsing to the song of life. We are the steady ebb and flow of a constant chaos we call illusion, because duality is just that. Our bodies a barrier, a lie, deception to false perspectives and skin nothing more than a cell dividing me from you. This is why we yearn for love.. completeness... This is why we want nothing more than to embrace, why we want nothing more than to sink into each other and melt as butter submits to the pancake. We yearn to recycle, to become what we once were not withheld from our divine unity. I see myself in you and to love you is to love myself because this hologram is incomplete without your fragment of love gracing mine.

I believe in nothing.
Fancified notions of self portraits grand
Starlined thoughts with no legs to stand
Wayward wishes well wished yet not won
And not one sign or storied slip has been sung.
Oh, yes, I believe in nothing.
An echo-less hall where I rehearse repeatings
A long waited applause watching with wonder
And beautiful eyes returning tears that happily fall.
I believe in nothing.
Because inside us all there happens to be nothing
Words said with divine cadence cast skyward
They happen to be nothing
And the childlike hope that can sometimes be felt in a heartbeat
It, too, is nothing.
I believe in nothing.
Words can be labels only by the meaning you give them.
Faith is a beautiful nothing.
And I, I believe in a beautiful nothing.

OH MY GOD! You have the most thoughtful, detailing and creative mind ever known... My goodness

I am having a hard time. It's my mind, and the world it defines. Blinded by rules and regulations written by those that don't know us, and don't care. The only vulnerability most of us know is when our body's bare.. I too almost forgot how to share. What you see in the mirror is nothin meant to be compared. Weeks are consumed $pending time, for the acquisition of wealth. Months fly by and you start to wonder about the deterioration of your health. These toxic chemicals are cheap, ever flowing addictions resulting in dependencies.  Simple actions can turn into deadly tendencies.  Pharmaceuticals outweigh compassion by a number I can't fathom. Instead of knee-**** reactions, let's seek to satisfy our passions.  I finally got a mic to record, but I am sick, and my voice is hoarse. I wonder about these humans and their senseless wars. We've been conditioned to unlearn the natural laws of love. It's so easy to think we are singular separate entities from the sky that shines above. We are not alone, and beyond our shells we are always home. We see the world not for what it is, but how we are. When you look up tonight, remember you are that bright, beautiful star. Upon writing this I felt so low. My dear sister hit me up and a smile started to show. I want to cry, and exercise my body to maximize this plane's time. This is just another example of how I release and thrive through the art of rhyme.  So I call this, the illusion of pain and isolation; because initially I was only focused on my frustrations - self-projected hallucinations with no sense of destination.  Breathe your dreams into contemplation within every moment you're facing.  Words enter the frame that can maintain a state of hypnotic paralysis.  Rocks ripple our waters but we can calm our reflective surface.  Blow a kiss, feel the bliss and see purpose in your skit.  Think of the universe when you hurt, because without you, this doesn't exist.

I once had
a gold divining rod
It led me to the source
of love
~ It led me to you ~
but it got bent
much too easily

~ the shine was lost

the gold was
naught but glitter
covering a petrified twig

which just snapped...