Dearth...

Most of us want to believe in redemption and recovery, but not everyone who tries is successful. A life spent dreaming about days that never arrived, Melancholy hello’s and clever good bye’s, I play a blues for my block, Bullet holes and broken glass, Where it stops nobody knows, It all happens so fast, Chipped chunks of concrete, Stained with despair and deceit, Washed clear by a Mother’s tears, Who’s feeding this beast, An ode to blood run cold, Spilled in hot streets, Lost souls with a jones, For sins that chew their skin, Like cooked meat, Cash rules; but only children and fools, Does God protect, Life’s at my neck, Lord save me is my first and last breath, Still I watch the way I move and I wear my vest, My woman and my babies all bear my stress, Cause the game stay on my brain, And pain sit on my chest, I know scriptures from the good book, They teach me lessons I need, But my lover’s eyes still bleed, Cause of my lust and my greed, Consumed by want, loss, and need, So much of my deeds, Make a serpent out of me, Sowing poisonous seeds, Like Paul when he was Saul, Wow to the murderous me, Testing my will against my creator’s, The nerve of a me, Buy bondage with my fill, Like I don’t deserve to be free, And I am brother’s keeper, I take others with me, People who I grew up with, Even some of my friends Mother’s with me, Lucifer lives in what I give, They need to be running from me, Instead they whore and way more, To buy something from me, A little piece of some place, That’s not quite here, Nothings good about where we at, Where we’re going is clear, I need an intersection, Refuge from these, Invisible chains, Demons chase me through my dreams, They be screaming my name, Love of self and the pursuit of wealth, Built a wall between my soul and salvation, I traffic in tragedy, I distribute damnation…

Poking at clouds

My God, How do I get the closest to you? I’m lost; how do I find you? Please God allow me to find you.

I pray for the salvation of those who I love I’m worse than I ever knew that I was I still see them alive every time I close my eyes And their parents are still together Cause Dad never lost his mind. My dreams are haunted by their footsteps I can’t find my way, All I do is talk to my children, In my mind every day All I do is talk to my children in every rhyme that I say, Cause I might not get to meet ‘em, Live life like a heathen, My soul is food for demons, These are jewels I’m breathin’, Long as my heart is beatin’, I know Betty Jean’s dream hasn’t been beaten, Words spill from my eyes, Due to all my lies and cheatin’, God save me, God save me, My mistakes play on repeat over a beat, And it’s driving me crazy, I live in darkness love wonders where my heart is, Penning poetry in purgatory, Passion and pain are partners, In this life that I live so far away from the path, I pray that hope forgives me, I guess I’m just like my Dad, In my inner most thoughts, Never spoken out loud, I’m just trying to see my son, That’s why I keep poking at clouds… Even when the light has passed, the truth is present.

Dim Lights May Be...

I live on the edge of his grace/ Through a mustard seed of faith/ The book of Luke/ Tells me to/ Lift up my voice/ And sing unto the Lord/ To beg for forgiveness/ For the blood At the tip of my sword/ I bind and cast anger from me/ Faith and forgiveness/ Have always been A stranger to me/ But my Apostle says/ Why be Bound when/ You can be free/ My Good book/ Is filled with/ Thou’s and ye’s/ I mastered my slave language/ This how God sounds to me/ A bunch of other invisible chains/ Are bound to me/ Love make’s me want to/ Ask her/ If she’s down for me/ If she’d leap out On faith/ And drown for me/ Then I pause/ To breathe for a moment/ Life moves too fast/ I was brought up on a block/ Where the burners go blast/ I need an encounter/ God please enter my pen/ That my pen might please you/ My minds riddled with sin/ All the things I’ve seen/ All the places I’ve been/ Make me wanna know/ Just how sweet/ She’ll taste in the end…. I riff like jazz/ Paint ink pictures/ Across white skies/ Bleeding to breathe/ Dying to survive/ So dearth/ I can almost see/ God’s impact on my life/ It makes me/ Get outside my head/ And get back to my life/ The tip of my sword/ Is inches from the muscle/ Which holds all the love/ That I give/ And as my body moves/ Towards the ground/ I’m missing a rib/ By my own hand/ I’m never doing a bid/ I don’t know what a day without freedom is/ I know/ Only God’s Grace/ Can leave me cleansed.

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