Eggs on bread, eggs on rye.
Eggs in the sky, by and by.
My love for eggs will never die
since eggs will never tell a lie.

Eggs on toast, on a roast.
Eggs are always valued the most.
My love for eggs is something I'll boast,
from east to west, and coast to coast.

Eggs are hard, they never crack.
Unless hit with the force of a resounding smack.
I will be there to protect, and to hold back.
And for the egg's safety I will attack.

Eggs with butter, eggs with beans.
What do you think this all means?
You are an egg; a fine cuisine.
And my love for you will forever be serene.

stereotyped- scarred for life stigmata
but still a man has to get his dollar
dive deep in the murky water
of service and humility,
sailors know that's where the jewelry is
and Life's gems- and Life's treasures-
and Death's life- and Death's pleasures-
so be fearless, no second thought is needed-
you should know your soul is eternally
bound to a life in... in... infinity....

...


why fear a look down
just ignore their frowns, they're clowns-
they know the dirt comes off
they know you are strong,
you scare them coz you are tough
and you dare too much
and you dare be bold
they know the glitter beneath your pain is gold

Maya thought right: 'from the dirt, I rise'
why not keep it simple
so you don't pay the price
the old ones shrug it off saying,
'they only want your life'
they say 'it's nothing'

but you know what? it's something,
who wants to live trapped,
caged, feeling dead inside

smiles you must know
can never beget dimples
grace you must know
honors the humble

who needs praise?
since I am done,
i thank you for reading
now hurry along
please be gone
they are waiting

I once heard that art is most beautiful when imitateing life . I never understood this; imitation infers a falsehood, a lack of authenticity. Art can only be what it is, unapologetically,It can’t build a facade.
I ,the one who is deemed alive, lie habitually to those around me and worse my self.
I am a performer playing the part of least resistance and greatness propitiation. Solitarily contemplating a collective I want to both develop beyond the horizon or envelop in the flames of a star.
conundrums are the base of these self destructive edifice. Best escape is outside of self, either on the wall in the air or on a shelf.  

Now who imitates who,
When One feels most real imitating art?

It all starts with a Facebook friend request,
Is that guy, who’s not ashamed of himself,
He did not want to treat her as a guest,  
All he probably needed was self-help.
She believed he was happily married,
Maybe something else he was looking for,
She sees how his ring he never carried,
His wife he wouldn’t value anymore.
But she was only seventeen years old,
He would talk to her like she was so grown,
None of his thoughts she could ever control,
She is so happy he left her alone.
She’s hoping this kid he has on his way,
Grows up to be a better man someday.

Part 2

Two Paths
Two ways
Do the math
God does not play

Like metal to a magnet
We are pulled to do what is wrong
But the right still lives inside of us even as a fragment
This we know all along

No matter what you have done
At the feet of Jesus where you belong
Your past, present, and future sins are gone
Forgiveness becomes you new song

Taking control of your air balloon
Removing the tape life of perspective
Embracing Jesus the absolute truth
Understanding what one faces

The bible you now read
Your eyes now see
Life’s true meaning
Creation, sin, redemption and it’s ending

So your choice makes a difference
Go into the streets
Filled with Jesus presences
Not to judge but the gospel to preach

Planting seeds
Allowing God to make it grow
Because you know
Jesus is knocking on their heart’s door

What awaits the world?
Judgment with fire
To purify it to make it a pearl
Into hell all unbeliever and devil

Your Choices
Could either lead you to poison
Or into fortune
Hell or heaven

Stay with your earthly desire
An eternity burning with fire
Receive the breath of life
Eternity with God to admire

Absolute truth
Let it become a part of you

Part 1

The removal of Absolute truth
It’s like a pierced air balloon
Oxygen and air it will soon lose
Losing control nothing we can-do

Like tape an easy fix
But it won’t stick

Perspective has become its replacement
Humanity’s extinction
The minds Pollution
Animation to our existence

Keeping us in a state of nonsense
Produce a fictional conscience
Logic has been stained by its toxic
Good values are no longer put into practice

Let these words start trends
In the heart and minds of each person
Knowledge and wisdom refocus
Bring it back to the surfaces

Like a body of ocean
Become like the shark
All that’s false rip apart
To see the beautiful art

Universe and stars reveal
The glory of God is real
An Attempt by Evil
The lie of this world wants to steal

What Our heart feel
Time is here
To chose your meal
The deal has been made clear

Follow the world to an endless pit
Or build your house on the rock with everlasting bricks
Continue to be deceived by the devil’s tricks
Or receive Jesus His love and grace

Two Ideologies cannot be mix
Nor contradiction co-exist
Going back to absolute truth is the fix
Choosing to ignore you are at risk

Knowing what one wants not
Is just as important
As knowing what one wants;
Perhaps more important?

Remote area where there is no screen
Timidity rules alone trying to save skin.
Of all evils in the creation under discipline
Timidity  – a curse – is like a Saccharin.
Sugary as tweet, booming as a violin
Wicked as a fox, ill-mannered as Bedouin;
Timidity sneaks secretly physique within
And remains there undisturbed and akin.
When obligatory duty or slog is seen
Sharpens us, whet us till found Lenin.
This makes us skinny, lanky and thin.
Living timid for me is no than a sin.
Hence precaution must be taken, O Kin!
Timidity, a severe knight, should not reign
Over us from beginning to let out jinn.