Earlier today
I felt my spirit sway
Felt - it's desire to pray
Nearly flew just to fly away
As it took the wrong path to purposely stray
I decided to come here to PV
Just to see
If there would be anything powerful to read
Anything that I can relate and potentially see
See myself
See myself within
Within somebody’s emotional written form
To see if others too are currently emotionally deformed
Cause I feel that I was born
Just to be a human thorn
Feeling even like Satan’s scorn
Like I was placed
Here on this earth face
To be mocked and disgraced
Throughout my years
I always felt out of place
Estranged
Isolated and socially deranged
Feeling intellectually uncomfortable and yet elated
Knowing with me
Not many minds understood or cared to have related
There was a side of me that which I hated
But a self induced conversation of passion
Is inspired to help “the better me†be reinstated
Being creative with none to share
Makes you feel awkward as if none do care
I desire conversation of depth
But most have not a care to be spiritually aware
Aware of the conspiratorial snare
Memorial and obvious dictatorial pictionaire
Seek in the dictionare
Under the word visionare
Sktzo is found to oblige by those traits
For I too am a kind of missionare
A true visionary lyrical missionary
And my mission
Is to create an intellectual division
Help others learn to see the truth and envision
That lies are purposefully digitally emitted
While truth is consciously omitted
To help prevent the masses from being united or committed
So the devil is persistently electronically transmitted
Through the waves of the air
As that is what he is the "prince of"
But of Gods love I try to share
Try to share my God of love
The god of war
Does abhor
My tenacious and voracious labor
So he tries to entice
With a myriad of flavors
To make me think twice
Making me think the other side of the fence is nice
Possibly even better
But of that demonic androgen
I do know much more and so much better
So for his and her lies
I fight hard to not let her!
I do not let him near me
I know when I pray out loud
That the devil does hear me
But praising the name of my lord
Makes him hate me but also fear me
So to all of you who keep sharing
Your thoughts of love, anger, or violence of the heart
Find the correct grammatical method
In which the reader could distinguish
And be able to decipher thus tell you apart.
For you never know who is reading
You never know whose heart is bleeding
Your pain could be someone else's feeding
Helping them more easily digest their strains and pains
And your words could offer insight or wisdom
To help them in their "night of eternity" while emotionally retreating
Although I am Eric
I am also Illumination, Strange Poet & Sktzo
I write to help release the violence of my constant fight
But am conscious in my wording
So I can potentially help one soul with his or her plight
And emotional or spiritual fight
For although feeling alone
We are not!
For we all my sleep on the cold street cement
Or in a dirty shelter cot
We are all one for we are suffer a suffering of a sort
But the fact you and I are here remaining
Is because in Gods divine ultimate plan
He did not intend to abort!
SkTzO