As sleep eludes me
I am left confused
In this mood-subdued
My high times
Deceased on the night lines
A feast of this dark kind
If fulfilling, filling my insides
With many minds, but one
The Father, The Holy Spirit and the son
Plus their entourage, of many
Mouths to feed, eyes to see, souls to bleed
This need to see past this
To the core of the darkness
I see the beast,
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Oh, faithful sun, great ball of fire
God of all of daylight
I hark to thee, true sire
Before thine surrender to night
Beat down with all your glory
Hushing the noisy drops of rain
Attempting to invoke a new story
Without the murky, miserable clouds of pain
Bring me some sanity
Make me a walker of the day
Without developing my vanity
Help me find the strength to say
A thank you worthy of your reply
Something I am never to achieve
Someone I am never to be, but why
Won’t thine light let me leave?
Thine mercy is cruel,
I am fixated by this torture
A fascination of sorts ensues
Enveloping me in misdirected fortune
I follow the trail of sunbeams
To the shadows of the moon
My climax, imininent it seems
On the arrival of the coming noon
We are at half past half time
The flag at half mast-half past mine
I remain half stagnant
At a 180 degree turn of time
I am half of whom I used to be
Half of the person I am to become
I am only half of me
The missing, of the expected one
I think of the people
who have passed through
leaving an embossed imprint
in my mind, my soul
a red streak on my rose tint
The old days brought great enamour to my heart
as I let myself reflect
for each from whom I’ve parted
Wondering if I had the same affect
Or if I’m barely a memory
part of the montage of life
played to a soulful melody
have i been anyones
remedy?
like some have to me
at time just one sentence
a sentiment of absolute relevance
has spun my whole world
the word was born
from a multitude of ideas
all culminating to enable
me to stop the spread of my own fear
this is part of why I am here
why I survived and came out alive
and kicking, writing my light
for guidance in my next dark night
but, what if im not whst otherd are to me?
how will I inspire the trapped to be free
I don’t know, so I keep the faith
that I know things to which people can relate
not in hate. but through love
granted it’s tough
but only love is enough
to lift you and your spirit above the dark
to dance on and leave your mark
this is your task
as the word is mine
to spread love and acceptance
and live it, with time
I don’t know how long
I’ve been the real deal for
But I’m always blatant now
Why would I hide what I feel for?
I speak before I think
Write before you blink
Only grammatically editing my words
Because that’s what I know my words are worth
It’s not even like I plan my rhythm
Or ever guarantee my rhyme
But, it’s just, I seem to get my
Etymological attempts right every time
It’s boom, bang, bash!
I never planned for this to make cash
It seems my path is laid before me
It just took me time to walk freely
Now I jog, I run and skip
All to my own rhyme and beat
Because my words are meant to be heard on repeat
Repeat, release my sentiment
All that is relevant
Show that which is evident?
I already do.
I aleady have.
I have my short structures,
My multi-syllable junctured mazes
Creating the cranial haze
Then the long winded, tell a tale rhymes
Especially for when it’s story time
My kicked ticket collection,
Avant guarde, anything goes
This is only taken from what I know, the language is safe-
So is your mind
I don’t twiist and bend this time
I experiment with many styles and themes
What you heard today wasn’t What Iwrote last week
Like I said, my consistency isnt weak
I’m just constantly growing and perfecting my speech
My Twiistd4:20 says it all
The force of my words
back you into a wall
Afraid of what you heard?
You will be, you should be
But please, don’t fear me
My words create chancing disaster in the master of your soul
Leaving you feeling unwhole
Wholly unclean, what does this crazy rush mean?
As we whizz past another title, another dramatic arrival
And sad farewell
As the last time you see my words – I do as well.
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