Somewhere skewed existences,

One too late, one too early

one took pace, one unsteadied

yet with the many trite constraints

and some not as simple as others,

both entwined without effort – perfect.

Forced up out of the dream,

Realization forming all around me

Engulfing, suffocating reality

Unrelenting present, staring me in my face

When still all I see is appendage, then core, then soul

not my terms, that more a secular label,

but me? all on one accord, then lightly and growing cords, chords

And the music begins and toes start tapping,

Their heads bob, and they all step right in tune,

Pulling me right in, 3 entities with agendas

All pulling me apart,

to be released and consumed

All this perceived pain must surely mame,

but not a single discomfort

so for this I must be thankful

That open doors are less than total

Flowing right in where needed, not necessarily always wanted

But definitely needed...or I could possibly underestimate?

No..well...maybe...very fearful now, for I could foresee a marriage

In the theoretical sense, of hearts and minds.

If welcome is 180 degrees, but only then

Because I’m still no fool.

And So I Write

Much on my mind since I chose this quest

Question seen and unseen thing, total unrest

Rest easy if you believe that no studies pass tests

 And find your life forever under total conquest

And so I write, not for just my own cognition

Not to make you feel I think in grand position

Might lose some credibility - tough things just missing

but  psyche stronger than any a transfixed vision

Lost my momma, this sent me on some strange big mission

To find myself and insert in my own ignition

Took off into the night and woke illuminated pistons

And now my flow so fluid like my skin went missin

Used to wish for traits though opposite God-given

Thought I was never right, looked for more - went fishin

Fed, consumed myself on this world’s ven-i-son

Found out just full of waste, time to break – excision.

In search now of the knowledge, more than life transition

Build on myself to help you find what you’ve been missin

Holistic meaning, motives, movement, action yet listen

Never follow perfect path, Boogieman’s trickin,

So I write…

And so I write

And so I write

And so I write…

And so I write, track lessons for my three fu-tures

So they don’t dare get caught up in this faux couture

So they don’t dare get bought up in this pricey lure

So to not add to disease but to be the cure

And to my folk surviving in these streets controlled

Although they gave you choices from some others’ polls

Don’t ever take the punch, or don’t get down and roll

Don’t let’em dim your lights and turn your warmth too cold

There’s only One who really got this whole thing sewed

The One who said collect only what you have sowed

The One who said confess and let me save your soul

And I challenge you to find Him on that easy road

When the pressure descend find my legs unbowed

They seek to break us down please don't give up the code

All together, brave the weather, keep the row

And I’ll keep up the spirits with these thoughtful flows,

So I write...

And so I write

And so I write

And so I write