How can I reach the unreachable..
teach the unteachable who's  comprehension is unbelieveable
But the fact  is unbelief is more than lack of knowledge..
Cause the truth is even Satan knows who God is..
Is it blindness...
truth on deaf ears..
the embracing of silence..
should there be surpises ..
when behind your eyelids enter a random act of violence..
A vision of darkness ..there's no light that why the pupils dilate the use of the iris..
But when use to darkness and the lights hits one close their eyelids..
I.e. Christ the truth the way the light..
Being unsaved is like living in the womb..
Darkness equivalent to that of a tomb..
Flashes of light is like labor contractions..
The unknown conviction hinting..
Considered a distraction..
Pushed out now watch the eyes reaction..
To the light cause from darkness there's a detachment..
If given a chance a adjustment happens..
An embracement of the light..
A rebirth Christ in action.
How can i reach the unreachable..teach the unteachable ..
With a script the director unknown Its more than the shout of action..
Living life like a movie unaware that the villains not acting..
Now could u imagine..
A movie set full of madness..
All the cast dead like really dead from a stabbing..
No equalizer the villain the only one left standing..
You may say excuse me..
Life is not a movie.
Truly
But a witness not performing there duty..is bystander..
No innocence exist...
No bliss in ignorance...
.Cause we all birth into sin.
So many questions with wrong answers given like the truth don't exist....
How can I reach the unreachable
teach the unteachable
who I tell to this body of Christ they should enlist
But  when a pass is given and the shot is missed..
It negates the assist..
A reason for the lost of the game..
The thought of a lost soul has me ******..
I'm the point guard I help the scorer sustain..
Chris Paul with rock which is the gospel..
Passing the truth like Paul the apostle ..
Too many people out for a win like Christ didn't settle the score...
Adam severed the relationship but Christ rebuilt the rapport...
I am trying to reach and teach but there's no trust any more...
Pointing u in the direction of accepting the Lord..,
Embrace the word of God that double edge sword..
Them cuts is conviction..
The sword swinging is What it means to be a witness..
Led by the spirit A Christian
Yes we are made in Gods image..
Trying to reach every soul because the wins and losses count..
Life is not a scrimmage..
How can one soul have a  blemish..
Only dirt that can touch the soul is the ***** hands of sinning..
How can I reach the unreachable teach the unteachable..Who mistakes knowledge for ignorance...
And reject truth because arrogance..

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i did not grow up playing house
or learn how to play pretend
but i do it well
because that's what we do
when things go over our head.



look at my girlfriend's ******
he says,

and i go to jail for poppin him
twice
upside the head.



nightmares in my head
gun
blood
water
crying

and people wonder
why i talk about dying.



i didn't do it soon
or well
or hard
or quick
or long

enough.

and now i pay for it
every night
while lying in bed.



lost and found
stable and quavering
cold and sweltering
bi and polar.

I've been on the ground

Waiting for someone to take me in

And set me free

But I know now no one will

The emptiness in my heart

Only I can fill

So I'm standing up

Never going to give in

Not going to let them take me over

Not going to let them take me down and win

It hurts to climb

Gripping on the sides

Of my deepest fears

Brushing away

My most painful tears

The hardest is over

And I'll never give up again

Things are different now

Than they were then

Getting so much stronger

Not letting them in my mind

Not another second longer

Its a miracle

I'm finally going to rise

Nothing can take me

In more surprise

I'm catching fire

Flying faster now

Why didn't I see how

To stop the pain?

Now I'm becoming

Unbelieveable

Impossible

Forever

Unstoppable.

when we first met i pinched myself daily
i had not yet mastered lucid dreaming
but reality was just too unbelieveable
i'd left the mossy rock's shade in exchange for a view of the lake
fearing my skin would bake i retreated
my biggest mistake
i could not find my way back to the dark path
so i sat in a field and let the sun beat my back
brown to black, speckling white as i peeled
uneven, unhappy, unmatched
the shade had never truly hurt me in the past
i became drawn by the unknown, by physical attraction
though i may once again find my rock, the contentment i felt with it once is apt to end
the lake whispers my name but i know it just wants to drown me in its depths

I drift listlessy through the murky waters and think, not about life
and the menial and trivial diffficulties that we all face. I think not
about the struggles and battles that some fight everyday. It does not
even cross my mind that some must fight to survive in a war against
not just nature but humanity aswell. No! As I slowly float further and
further away from the rivers shore, as does my mind from the problem
of the shore dwellers and towards that which means the most to me. My
possessions? Replaceable. My friends? Expendable. My feelings? Ever-
changing. Everchanging that is aside from one, a feeling of a
connection, a bond, a pure unbridled passionate presence that
overwhelms the senses and turns rationality into a mere subconscious
annoyance, like the nagging feeling that a light has been left on in
the back room.

It's this love feeling, inexplicable, indescribable,
unbelieveable yet here it is, staring me right in the eyes with it's
huge hazel orbs telling me that nothing is important but this one
feeling and that this feeling must be cherished and protected, cuddled
close to the heart and fresh in the mind constantly. It's there when I
sleep, converting my once nightmarish visions of half sleeping
delusions into something much more blissful, with a soothing Voice it
lulls me into that state of sweet inebriation

This feeling cradles me, and reminds me constantly that it is to be
preserved and you know what, when I look at it, into the huge hazel
orbs, the mystifying shapes take hold of a much more feminine human
shape and gains the voice of an angel. And when that feeling takes the
perfect form it speaks to me. She speaks to me and I don't have to ask
what to call her.

I can already feel the perfect name. I call her emma
and she means to me, more than the plight of the world, more to me
than the shades of my nightmares. More to me than anything else. And
she's my one and only.

been to your house
where all the light bends -
where all the Flamingos  
eat their feet
for Fear of landin'.
where the crosses burn your heart
and your Art
is a Most Lost Cause -
I've seen you at random
according to
your plan...
i've found you
smoldering in the east wing
of a westerly
advance.

been to your world
where the girls in the air are priceless
and found you among them
trimming treacle from
the diamonds... your gorgeous lungs
twirling the unbelieveable highness
of a soft note
from no
song.

You know how i feel
when i look into your eyes?
No, you dont.
Because I've never told you.
Although, if i did,
I dont think words could
describe...
but I'll try-

Adrenaline ******
Pouring fire
into my heart
slamming my viens
over and over
my fingers tingle
my chest contracts
it seems
you pull the air
out of me.
Those unbelieveable
brown eyes
just one look
forever burned.
You are what i want.
What i am fighting for,
to keep you,
to love you,
to hold you,
begging you to stay.
Im searching for
your answer
and in that
one second,
when our eyes lock,
I cant breathe.
But i can feel the smile
tugging my mouth
upwards.
And that's all i need
to know.

You...
you make me
melt.
Please, before you
leave,
look back at me
so i can at least
glimpse
what once was
and what, for me,
forever will
be.

There is a Land of Magic
A bold fingger points the
Way as if to a solid place
You can travel.  But it is to
The -unbelieveable.-you are
Beckoned and the truths are-
That are iconic- that are in
Hollywood revevisited are.
But the signs that you must
Seek are something stranger
More inexplicable that is
The self you do not know
Yet I say: This is not it but...
It is a greater mystery still.

You're the reason that all these emotions have awoken
And you're the only one that can fix this heart that was once broken
If you were a game I would have unlimited tokens
And anyone who messes with you will be shot with a haddoken
The love I feel is unexplainable and the beauty I see is unbelieveable
The dream that once drifted off became achievable
Now love doesn't have to seem unobtainable
Especially when its at my fingertips and always available
I wouldn't trade her for silver or gold
If I have to I'll shout how much I love her big and bold
Because she's my blanket whenever I'm feeling cold
And I just wanna live with her and grow old
Every second I'm away from her it feels like we're lightyears apart
Each time I feel the beat I can hear what's in her heart
We were childhood friends but now we're giving our lives a new start
Being with one another and blowing the roof off the charts
She's the only reason why my heart's no longer caged up buts its free
She's the only reason why the scales dropped off my eyes and I'm able to see
She's the one who opened me up and still holds the key
And that's why she's The Only One For Me

What’s wrong?
Are you really asking me that?

You see me standing alone,
In a hallway,
No one around,
And think something’s wrong.

You see me,
Head down,
Reading a book at lunch,
And think something’s wrong.

No other time,
Have you acknowledged my existance,
That I am even among you,
And now you ask ‘what’s wrong’?

Unbelieveable.

You don’t know who I am,
Yet assume you do,
Because you hear my name called,
Every morning,
Every period,
Every day.

Now, let me ask you something,
What’s wrong?

the beard as a violin - somewhat...
some new exquisite
variation - a tease of the brass...
the girdle and "the thing in the middle"...
also...
the beard allocated to the outline
of the jaw...
   never being allowed to draw a hiding
flow... this unbelieveable scrutiny
of a... breaking of a swan's
neck...

    not that a milan kundera work
is out-of-date...
                 le rideau. essai en sept
parties...
  the times are out-of-date...
       my god: this is so blatantly
pointless that it hopes
to crease a letter on a bone...
  something near impossible...
                        
        it's just impossible to make
references, concessions...
fishing talking points
around the pillars of books...
       when... perhaps 1 from a 1000
will listen to bbc radio 3...
otherwise: what bookclub antics...
otherwise this suffocating
       self-aggrandizing
               litany of prose...

              it's such an impossible future
with such an impossible past...
and unlike passively listening
to the radio...
   to read a madame bovary...
to the pickwick papers...
             if it's not a metaphor for
archeology...
   then... there must be over 500 years
in passing...

                 a czech learns french...
  a ****** learns english...
and perhaps a russian comes
to grips with german...
                                   futility of...
what has encapsulated anglo-
pop culture...
                    it's indeed a shame
that i haven't read
a stephen king novel...
         but given the cinema suckling
and outpouring of: adaptations...
more of a shame to not
have read a dean koontz novel...

douglas murray
roger scruton - of the latter...
a book about wine...
and how... you never see wine
bottles on the street...
you might see an empty beer can...
you might see a 35cl bottle
of whiskey...
            it's very impossible
to read a book by someone who
is so well spoken...

           you wouldn't want to
deface the rhetoric
with your own punctuation monstrosity...
and it's not like:
but it is like these days:
it's somehow necessary to write...
something must be written...
it doesn't have to be thought of, prior, either...

it must be written...
that it is somehow also given
the preposition alias of thought it one thing...
but beyond all...
the vogue of the dead writers...
i want to imagine 100 years
from now... and how...
h'american poets of the 1960s
will fall out of sensibility...

pseudo-"poet" / proto-journalist...
well yes... it's just so: impossible
to not having to make reference as having
read: or eaten a laceration
of a turnip...

            eyes-for-glue...
and what's the glued toll stare...
                      then again: the only read...
pivot on the easily digested...
the striptease of skim reading...
my better than a vote:
a voice with "idiosyncracy"
of best: puncture(d)
                                 of punctuation...

for all the glamour of the sacrificial lamb...
best be riddled by
the counter... to sacrifice...
work-around of sanctity...
           also... "concerns" for the
impossible hand sequence...
when it's last waving...
   and the first...
                           crispy...
                   a monotony of
puffing up pillows...
                         image after image...
such a structure of
             hindering silk when
all that's best served is a dutch wooden
pillock: best believed
to be a shaman of the shoe:

walked around... pranced...
******* jolsted into captivity...
ruining the expectations
from how picasso borrowed
contorts off of a mandrill...

                  lost the contorts of the ***:
in gizmo-mode...
sold out to loot the... m'eh...
                     œuvre "or" the Louvre...
limbo-granny litany...
  skidding and slouching...
    kidding and seriously orientated
wtih the w'oah jingles...
            
     for there be a public liability
of conscience and the ruler dictum
of the squeezed at bow-tie...
            
         or that there's a concept of
clothes like
fur... when there's only
something pristine...
             breaking-the-break-back...
the fur is a dried-out
over-sweating into shirt...
            my *******' worth
of the subjectivity of death...
        when there's the lost and last
ordeal of a body cocoon
in:
      hybrid moth looter...

                   my new cool is loot...
a shadow a crease and
a shadow ask for beside...
the sun ruining a shadow's dalmation...
pocket the nuisance
life's long lost
reason to adjective life...

         slow-cold-and-hot revived
hinterland crisp.