The bad energy, of , trying to swirl to many plates without synergy, bugs, of time gnawing on the heels of my elbows, feel like smashing drums, but I'm holding a cello, suffocating on frustrating slow humidity jello , rip apart a globe , and  still feel yellow. Know it won't work, but push go and run, I'm sorry. Bout that, fix it when I'm done. You want this and you want that, I wanna take a baseball bat and smash a box till it's flat like a door mat, like medusa's hair, chaotic energy's flames are licking everywhere, I try to be the earth tree, hoping I can absorb the stress shock without letting it hurt me,  clay dirt , breath, place a focus beam anchor, see for a moment in all directions, give time to the orbs of your eyes as they defragment sections, drink water pure to dispose of injections, Lie down on cold ground, and wait for resurrection.

Life Advice

Meaningful, Meaningful, At Once,
Everything is Meaningfull, and MeaningLess,
take time and invest, in the things,
that remind you there's a heart in your chest,

the sandbox of time has treasures,
waiting to be discovered, skillfully uncovered, so dig deep,
fear God, but none other,

in  moments of thirst all that matters is water,
in moments of birth, your wife and new daughter,
in moments of hurt, wonder why even bother,
in moments of worth, thank your heavenly Father,

rest with the one's you love,
love the one's you hate,
till the bell sounds, swing hard,
-cause a man can create his fate,

state your name, take your resume and set it to flame,
YOU ARE NOT THE SAME
as your cumulative win history,
list of prescribed activities,
a categorized survey,
YOUR POTENTIAL IS A MYSTERY

One that you'll solve, as you place weight and segments of the sandbox dissolve,

The queen of the south, traveled long, to watch wise words fall from Solomon's mouth,
but some treasures are close, if we have eyes to see,
simple sweetness surrounds, if we take time to be,

Owe no one nothing,
give everyone a lot,
if your eyes be evil,
whole things shot,

Be a hand to the fallen,
and a voice to the dumb,
food to the hungry,
compassion to the numb,

have a big block party and invite all the lame,
all these, love in Jesus name.

Bad Math

I wrote this in 2012, in Phoenix, after hearing the founder of G.E.M.S. speak.
I finally transcribed it:



The math in this culture is all outa whack, my plan is to put these norms under attack,  I said
The math in this culture is all outa whack, my plan is to put these norms under attack,

She's coming from a broken family, lookin for a new home,
 the pimp says, I'll be your pops, line your portait in chrome,
but he just frontin, burn her leg with a blunt and,
smash her face, when he gets mad about something,
It happened to him when he was only five,
but we get used to it, and play it as 2000's second top jive,
"you know it's hard out her for a..." STOP It.
someone say, stuff is real, do what you gotta to survive,
so he hustle em, whatever, make cash and stay alive,
then he makes it his skill, cause he ain't gonna work no nine to five,


things start off at a very young age,
 you don't walk out the door and just start living depraved,
it's a gradual process that's getting children enslaved,
and at the age of 18 there's not some magical loosening of mental chains,
there's still the pain, there's still the memories that remain,
 the post trauma stress syndrome,
the fact is once you find em, you can't just patchem up and send home,
that place probably was a let down in the first place sending em to sins dome,

So what we need to do is stand up,
yeah just walk out the door and stand up,
tell them John's to quit buying sex and man up,

I admit some stuff in my rhymes are graphic,
so is the Bible,
maybe that's why so many churches want have it...Preached.
if you want to address sin you gotta stab it....REACH
to the core the heart of the matter,
the root causes,
 cause if you connect sin to death then porn should make you nauseous,

call up the press,
and tell them they should address,
the slavery that's going on with an urgent sort of stress,
what this generation accepts, the next will embrace,
so if we do nothing else, we must at least show our distaste,

but I say...that we need to do more,
I say .... it's time we get hardcore,
I say.... we put our knees on the  floor,
ask God to set before us good works galore,

I say... we give up despair, and take up the courage to explore, outside our door,

And what exactly comes next?
honestly, I'm not sure,
but it sure beats :
watching the innocent fall for another lure,
letting the little girl continue to feel insecure,
letting culture, as a whole, be robbed of everything that's pure,
giving up on the mission to endure,
keeping to ourselves inside walls the cure,

I say till we break out, all our rituals are manure,
....and are songs....and everything...manure...


The math in this culture is all outa whack, my plan is to put these norms under attack,  I said
The math in this culture is all outa whack, my plan is to put these norms under attack,

So what we need to do is stand up,
yeah just walk out the door and stand up,
tell them John's to quit buying sex and man up,

the math is outa whack, the math is outa whack, the math, the math, the. math. is. out. of. whaaaack.

Witness

wrote this back in 2012 finally transcribed it.

This ain't a business, this is just a witness, we speak hard and pray for repentance, we thank God that He went the distance, this is just a, this is just a, this is just a witness,
ain't trying to cash out, ain't trying to sell, ain't trying to make a business out of the fear of hell,
but know the acts swings for the roots, so do well, this is the story that we tell,
God wants you too, change what you do, to change what goes through heart and mind, refine soul and give eyes to the blind.
While we were still full of hate, Christ took on our sin, That's enough to convince me, follow him, we can discuss applications but we don't have to pretend like we average, throw off trends of men,
World hate's the light, World ain't our friend, those who love right will shine on till the end,
Peace-joy-love, these are the gifts from above, and you can't buy em with dollars,
this world's not enough,
in this world you will have trouble but it's been overcome, dont plug into the system, stand up and speak for the dumb, when death's shadow tempts you to fear, remember the Son.

untitled April 8th, 2013

Fire and ferocious feelings of flop, the dangerous dance of the dandelion seed's drop,
caught cradled like a candle by the cold, the unsought  crop,
stop.

praying mantis, landed itself between the guitar strings,
too busy thinking of getting it to move to enjoy the company it brings,
wanting to continue writing a song,
start to get  camera, impress friends, it's gone,

Caught between not pushing, and rotting like a peel,
stinks, when you don't want angst but you want to feel,
dreams, are not what you want them to be,
your not in control of the fish or the reel,
or the pull, or the waves, or the steel,

wrap your weathered hands on handles of the ships wheel.
wanting to see something, but not what you've seen,
don't know what to do, but not about to count sheep,
start typing words, until you can find what they mean,
write several tunes, but there too true to keep,
stand out in white, contrast to the green,
not sure why your moving, time to be still.

testing

enter the session of questions/
friends tell me say your confessions/
but should I not recieve bad after so many blessings
/there trying to find the cause/falsely accusing and guessing/
but I refute these supposed freinds and ask God for direct lessons/

since all at once, I lost all I had/
I'm no longer wealthy/and these wounds hurt real bad/
stolen by bandits and the whirlwind/
this pain is too much/ oh Lord, make it end/

You shoulda seen my camels, and cattle, and sheep/
I prayed daily for my kids, who rode the sands10 deep/
 but now it's all gone/ and I don't know why/
foolish wife tells me to curse God so I'll die/
 but I try, to see His face though my tear filled eyes/
answers for this contradiction I require/
should the righteous be afflicted with fire,
 aint justice what we all desire,
human's all wrong, so I take my case higher/

cut scene-stories background/
everybody was coming to God, telling what they'd found/
God asked the accuser, have you seen my servant Job?/
how he is righteous, clean like new robes/
 but the accuser pleads hold/
let us test/
his love for you's only cause he's been blessed/
God said take his stuff, but don't touch him/
So the accuser took it all, but Job STILL DIDN'T SIN/
accuser shrug hey man skin for skin/
let me give him pain, and then we'll see who win/

resume-
Dust and Ash/
I tried to walk the wholly path/
but still I sit here like a sinner and feel the heat of God's wrath/
it's hard to see why I was even born/
handmade out of clay, now an object of scorn/
these fake fossil friends tell me I don't understand/
that if I do good wont I get good from God's hand/
 but their multitude of words just add's to my strain/
man's hope is destroyed, he only feels his own pain/
Now they calling me Godless and shaking there head/
 miserable comforters make a man wish he's dead/
 surely it's God who's broken me like a vase/
 cut open my kidneys, put boils on my face/
an what do I want, but to plead my case/
 like a man does with his neighbor, before my soul is laid waste/

back and forth the arguments go/ afta Job's final appeal/the old friends have nothing to show/ but young man Elihu decides he'll give it a go/

now that the others have told there part/ I gotta start/ cause there's an abundance of words in my heart/ first Job's friends, ya'lls arguments are useless/ leaving hungry for conclusions like a crocodile toothless/ and Job
God is far greater than man,
you say you want Him to answer, but it's men who don't understand,
He speaks in dream and visions, healing and pain,
He redeems souls from Sheol again and again,
If God wanted, he could take back His spirit and  breath,
and there'd be nothing left on earth - except death.
Job your speaking like a fool,
questioning God, I can't keep my cool,
You act like you've done God a favor for living right,
Do you hurt Him with your evil, people only call when there in fright,
but who marvels at His glory throughout the night.

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Alright so ever bodies said there piece right...
Uh-Oh, gird yourself like a man, cause out of the storm is coming our grand finally!

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independent

If no one can depend on you,
you probably can't rely on them,
but the there for you, when there not in the mood, friend,
Now you can;t be there for everyone,
but you can try and be there for some,
and the others at least give a smile,
as you go along your way,
to your bed where you can finally sleep,
normal times you cannot keep,
cuz the world will keep turning fast,

and things fall, of the wall,

and though your sleepy, you can't rest,
till you've answered there call,
and gas is expensive, and it's kind of pain,
but remember when they joined you sitting blank in the rain,
but your tire of the same old talk,
and the predictable road,
so off the beaten path you walk,
looking for silver, leaving gold.