I’m turning around the cube
To get a different point of view
I’m in a different field now
And I know exactly how
When I don’t really think about it
But when I write it out
I can start to go back
But then I see the pact
That God has my back
And He has my front
And each side of the line
Knowing where He wants me to go
So I’ll be staying on the low

Behind each skull
there is a section of silence
Our mind will linger
to this abstruse realm
A poet's words
are derived from such a void
An addict's thoughts
will loose themselves in this vacuity
A corner constantly in the back of our head,
a room for our subconscious to dwell
But when it's blatantly before me,
I find myself blurryfaced by the obstructed view
The silence can become violent
because when I think is when the voices come out
I let myself ponder for too long
until I can no longer tell what's inside of me
But maybe during this time where I can think,
I can use the silence to my advantage
Perhaps it's possible to take captive these thoughts,
to un-slash my O's and dash my E's
Could it be possible to cut ties with the quiet
if I make it through?

The truth is: I can't cut ties with the silence.
It will always be there.
My mind will always be tied
to the side that's easier.
But I've found a way to fight it.

As we grow older
Something tells our hearts to grow colder
So that we will walk so much slower
I could feel my temperature drop
And I doubt it will ever stop
Hell is hot for a good reason
Because my soul is freezing
I will walk down the route for a season
Then I'm afriad I don't know what I'm thinking
Sinking deep, because I'm my own shrink
Can you tell I fall asleep when I give to the blink
Please don't think

As I lay out on my front porch,
falling asleep to the melody of rain,
I can't help but imagine you here beside me

My t’s are uncrossed and my i’s are un-dotted
I lost when I fought it but my God has just started

Wax catcher, shake it out!
Catch all the gunk in my head
I rather stuff you in my ears
I prefer a wax catcher rather than Scripture
Because it’s a lot more simpler
There’s not much to it, and no chance I blew it

I’m not your Savior
Although I can mistake myself to be
I’m just trying to pave in the way of, the Lord
Just a player in this game He wins in
Am I to, march in, this parade
Is it my duty, to pervade
To march in the dark, to bring sight to the light

I’ve been covering up my wrists already
For when it’s bliss they’ll still be steady
Yeah, you heard that right, you ready?
To listen to something kinda heavy?
Heavy in my heart, I feel their part
The parts of them that don’t want to win
The kin of the devil that lives within
We were promised the law of death in Christ
So why won’t all these things die already
This weight feels too heavy for the paid price
Thrice, I tried to lie to you but now it comes through
That my roof is proof that I lose
Because it’s so low and caves with snow
That I’ve shown you it glows, but now you know
Rightfully so, I owe, it to you to blow
No, I won’t close, because what’s posed, at my nose
I know, I feel the flow, in your show, so I’ll go, I’ll row

When I show you my art,
I'm not looking for attention
When I share these poems,
it's not to seek your praise
When I let you see these things,
I don't want you to tell me it looks good
No, I don't care about that
Rather, it honestly makes me a little uncomfortable
Because of the emotion you miss,
the meaning within my 'talent'
And you don't get it
But especially if you do,
the last thing I want is for you to call me "gifted"
Am I 'gifted', to have such thoughts?
So whether you can feel for me or not,
all I'm asking you to so is get a glimpse
of what's inside my head
Don't be distracted by if it's 'good' or not
Please, make the effort to look a little deeper

Will you let me know your plans tonight?
I’m willing to take the gun from your hands,
even while it’s still loaded.

How could I have known it then,
Your half & half
White lies?
How could I have known it then,
When all I saw
Was your latte skin,
Your mocha eyes,
Your life from afar, without a flaw?

I know, I keep using the same old rhymes
But I'd say they get a bit more joyful every time
Some day I'll have my final draft
The true purpose of my craft
Just give me time, and you'll see
The poet I was made to be

The most beautiful thing
I've ever seen
was a room full of mutant kids,
putting our hopes in our fists,
our souls set on fire
as we hold our hands higher.

Deep calls to deep
Feet walking to the steep
With the roar of Your waterfalls
Unlike before I’m on the tall part
All Your waves and breakers
Pavement of the Maker
Have swept over me
And met me gladly

My feet dangle up off the ground
I levitate above the sound
Ever since I was young, I've been on dope
Nowadays, I use it to be my rope
Tie a noose around my head with floating feet
Still breathing, my mind will have no hold on me
Choke out the lull, my throat hung on a leash
You demons have no voice in me--capeesh?

Am I to be committed to wrestling?
Is it all just part of testing?
Am I to strive to be besting?
To be honored with the blessing
I’m oppressed and yet caressed
And God, I’m fessing
And handing it over for their resting
‘Cause I can’t do it by my messing
But You can save them by my messes!

How worthy am I
That You would go and die
And trust me enough to make the eye

I’m even doubting my salvation
If I’ve become a new creation
He said there’s no condensation
So why am I condemned, to bend
Why am I not ridden of this sin
Is it so that I’m so concerned
About the burns and what’s learned
In order for you to be able to form
Am I working towards the kingdom
By debating about my freedom
Or is it doubt in the One that’s freed us
Is it good I worry about bleeding
Is this God’s way of freeing, me
Is it so you can see

do you ever stop in your tracks,
sit,
look at the unusual,
stay there,
wait a while
for
your brain
to
finally
rest

I got a buzzcut
It’s not exactly the same rut
It’s not suppressing dark, but
I’m still in the cell
And I think God has me dwell
So I can know everything well
I just thought I’d show
That I know
And I will go

I can't see where I'm going,
but like a blind man's hearing is heightened,
I will listen for the Lord's direction.

thank you for lyrics that help us understand what it is we're going through, and thank you for giving us words so we know how to fight it

one

                                   night
        we


                           will



                                                        d­ance

                     again




                     under

                                                          ­          all


        the





                                     stars

You let your demons win quietly
You talk assured as if I don't see
You raise up white flags most of these days
I was born with you so won't you stay
The voices come to you in the dark
I feel them stay as your mind departs
Here to take all that you thought you knew
They blow smoke as if I'm not with you
I hope they choke cause we'll smoke them out
They will not cast you out or take you down
Because in Christ your meaning is found

Tower of Silence - Track 13

Verse 1
I see the canvas behind your eyes
I see the artist in disguise
I see the portrait painted so no one else will see
I see dimly lit sands and beyond a vast sea
I see your pallet—black and grey
And I see the bright colors you display
I see in your eyes the dripping color
Windows to the soul, I know
I see, you don’t trust a single other
So know, even if our eyes never meet again
This show, I hope you take it on the streets
I see, and realize you are just like me
I see, and I long to remedy

Chorus
The sun seems to fall with such gravity
Falling out of orbit as we lose our sanity
The night brings gloom as the day comes to an end
But you must know the dark is not your only friend
In this moment you must let the world turn
Keep going and shadows burn
We might not all make it but please try
We will win so find hope in what should die

Verse 2
The world gets worse, day by day
It burdens my heart, to see you this way
There’s a place for you in my soul
But that hole in you is filled with decay
You wish to place a bullet in your brain
But you’re afraid, it will just rattle around your head
I want to help you with this stain
But we will never know what’s not said
I know it’s not easy to un-bottle what’s inside
But with me and my music you don’t have to hide
I want to take it as my duty to save you
So I’ll direct you to the One who gives refuge
Do me a favor and gather your shards
Eclipse the moon and we’ll tally the stars
You raise up white flags most of these days
I was born with you so won’t you stay
So you will burn like a countryside star
For our God is not that far
They will not cast you out, they will not take you down
For in Christ, your meaning is found

Chorus
The sun seems to fall with such gravity
Falling out of orbit as we lose our sanity
The night brings gloom as the day comes to an end
But you must know the dark is not your only friend
In this moment you must let the world turn
Keep going and shadows burn
We might not all make it but please try
We will win so find hope in what should die

Verse 3
You have given your sight to the bottom
And fancy the darkness in which you swim
But notice the bliss of your abyss won’t let you in
So friend, please take your hands from over your eyes
This gloom has meaning because you are meant to be free
There’s light out the window that you must see
The night will meet it’s end, and you my friend will stand again
I once was a Heaver, just like you
And I can relate the what you’re going through
Lost in a sea of solemn blue
Slowly I found my way back to shore
But sometimes I fear I’ll end up like before
We grow stronger the more we endure
Building up for when the night brings more
It’s a question I struggle with—what’s it for?
The dark is the conflict, but hope is the driving plot
There’s peace in the storm, of this I’m sure!
So aim at me and take your shot
And I’ll show you all’s not lost
The night will haunt me again with things I’ve overcome
The dark reminds me of what I can still become
So you see, I’ve had wounds where a light is shone
But the might we can overcome when we kneel at His throne
So now I hope to row in a sea that is not my own
I want to know the valleys you are meaning
Because each of us is a human being
And the pain you feel is nothing new
No, I may not have seen your depths
But I have found my breath and now give it to you
A blot of yellow in your solemn blue

Oh, you beautiful blue sea
Oh, you bountiful lush waters
Come into this and see
Come closer, away from the slaughters

Because in every waking moment,
                                                        w­e are all dying.
Within every sleepless day,
                                           we are losing ourselves,
bit by bit,
                                                            ­piece by piece.

If I didn't know better
I'd think you look a bit dead
Like a zombie with a limp
Hands held in front just for the thrill
But you're just sleepwalking
Scared of the pace of change
Afraid to fall put of formation
Talking just to say nothing
Walk with a hunch just proves nothing
I can't be the only one prone
To saying something
We stay in place
For the sake of our comfortability
But for the sake of fairness
And in the spirit of awareness
Can we try out this new point of view
Step around the corner and out of place
Give your life to something better
It's time to wake up

I think it’s high time to die
Because I’ve been coming back to life
Just for the thrill of it
I need You to **** me
Because I’m tired of taking my own life

For a while I've known of Your native tongue
But now, a new level in my faith has begun
For a while I've only been known as stuttering
But now, trials produce faith like an evergreen

Have you ever noticed that at first,
you weren't really attracted to them,
but the more you got to know them,
and the more you two laughed together,
and the more you both smiled at each other,
and the more you fell in love,
the more beautiful they became,
and now they're nothing but beauty?

Sleepwalker.
                            You               beautiful
                                             sleep          er

             , concious but           not awake
                          screaming

              of
     ­                         another life.

      allowing                                yourself to be carried
                       by                blind fate

               replaced         by a parched, famished
      
         nature.
                                   death.
       a
               rootless                 man
         not
                            a living soul

No, you don't have to keep me down from ledges
Or steal from me razor blades and shoe laces
But prop your door open with wooden wedges
For when I enter into these dark places

I probably lost a lot of me,
but thanks, anyways, for setting me free.
I've made it to be the dark that is lost,
so I won't treat it like a loss.
My mind was buckled in shotty,
but now I'm taking back what belongs to me.

What will I do with it?
This gift that He’s given, that’s the question
Will He approve of it?
Is this prohibited?
Will I ever stop rappin’ about all of my doubtin’?
Will I ever just step off the ledge to pledge
That I neglect the red and won’t let it fledge
I’ve taken a step but still I fear the fall
It’s hard, isn’t it, to give God your all?
Because I doubt what I saw, this vision I had
Though I felt it as a pawn, I fear that it’s bad
Is it Satan painting this contradicting friction?
Bundling me with fear, keeping me huddled here?
To another neon light—is there fire in my plight?
Honest darkness the world needs to hear?
Hand it over to God and let Him steer?

I’ve been trying for so long to be the poet
When all I’ve wanted is to be the poem
I’ve been trying for so long to be the poet
When all I’ve wanted is to be the poem

There's danger in the lines of these rhymes I make
Maybe I shouldn't tell you but it's kinda late
You should probably be concerned with my mental state
I fear I'm a product of this culture
Just another soul convinced it's over
A vulture, the poacher, taking fall to this world of overexposure
I feast on a past that's dead
Can't escape the thoughts in my head
I feel the pull begin as my faith will drain
I plummet on the thought that my mind's insane
My heart is with you somewhere but my head's not safe
The truth is all around my but my mind's not made

These artists, why can’t they find it?
How come they don’t see it?
How many people feel this way?
But all these half-mooned artists
How come they still stay on it?
Heart hardened, but never departed

I could post my second-guessing
But I rather share the blessings
And how dumb I was to doubt
As if it was up to me to work it all out

When the sun and the moon bid their goodbyes
And the monsoons will break frozen ocean-sides
And our emotions no longer change like the tides
The only thing left will be the true light
The thing we’ve seen since the beginning of time

Oh,
                                    it's such a
                                                  pitty


      ­                                       to

                               release          a
                                              ­           thought


        and be          greeted with

                                                  silence.

My opinion--
Life's worth living
Culture says,
"Might as well."
Problem is:
It won't sell
Death's addictive
But the price to live
Is worth the pay
So I will say,
"Please stick around.
I'll have you found."