Round n round
this earth

Putting flags in the ground
never enough work

When you gotta get it now
only thing that’s certain
is my mind on money piles
and my heart left deserted

Because this climb gets pretty wild
but at least when they close my curtain
and I float up to the clouds.

My love will have a purpose
several generations down.

The love of money
really equals the love of me
especially so because I receive such silently

My dynasty is still in progress
so begin to walk not time to talk it

too much we gotta do
to me I gotta prove
plus work is to the tenth power in solitude

So watch I move

Wings still down

I thought flight could come to those on the ground

Don’t wanna walk around

I rather fly high

But without the confidence to span

You’ll never see the sky.

Don’t wanna be the type of guy

to waste talent.

But the soul behinds these eyelids

Needs balance
to walk the fine line between genius and insanity.

How can it be
that my canopy is litter dollar signs

but I never dream of cents
just a few problems of mine.

Wake up with no repentance.

Waist deep sinking in it
not even time to think a minute.
Grab your mind and all composure.
Stroke towards the top until it’s over.
Now the sun is shining gracefully.
Hop in my boat.
Away with me.

I used to wonder why the darkness wanted me so bad.

Probably because my light is something it never had.

Feeling off balance stumbling but glad.

Because blessed are the few who are granted this path.

Theirs for you would have been a short order.

If life was easy god wouldn’t hear from many supporters.

So keep your head high in the midst of all sort of.... bull.

You’d be a fool not to keep running the score up.

Like a bird
We have a lot depending on
the right direction.

But Unlike it
We have too many doubts
and questions.

Spread your wings
but don’t span out nervously.

God gave moral compasses
to Guide us personally.

Never be afraid
to go and do your best.

Keeping pulling straws
until you’ve built your nest .

The extraordinary kinda scary
acquaintance of us in January,
has said in missionary.

Funny how time mends us
to what we hold dearly
and if that will corrode.
Then why even marry?

Doubt‘s forever sweeping hearts like
lil ol Annie.

Keep love handy.

Oh, how hard it is
to right your wrongs.

Needing perfect placement
like words in songs.

Or words in psalms.
Would you listen?

Instead of drowning
in lost visions.

As long as you know you’ve been gifted..

time to better..not just fix it.

Then your the world’s prescription.

Free will or destiny
Is the question I pose?

If God’s all knowing
Who’s responsible for what unfolds?

The traditional route
Upstairs is old.

All you need is inside
If the truth were to be told.

From the foundations of manhood
I send you this letter.

Right now might seem the worse
But the end will be better.

I’ve longed for someone  
While we’ve been together

I’d try to do both
But I’m not that clever

And I know I said never again

******* with randoms
A friend of a friend

Lies on top lies
That **** never ends

But atleast this time
I told the truth like a man.

Long time coming
Long time gunning

Man dead on the ground
the soul still running

Flamed too ashes
Like a cigar filled with tree

Flamed too ashes
So there’s no more misery

Atleast that’s what he thinks
But to his surprise

He’s got grave problems
On the other side.