A little more than 8 albums worth
Nearly two hundred rhymes, thoughts and poetic flows
Written to have few minds opened or possibly lyrically smitten
Having the necks of many licked up and then bitten!
I have poured my very being into the words portraying my feelings
Hoping there is a small elect
Who could relate or even understand my emotional dealings
Psychological, neurological, and physical spasmic dilation
I try to give reason as why God made this pathetic creation
Not humanity as a whole
But me individually
Synchronistically
Ironically
I have twisted words within metaphors to offer analogies of my illation
Propagation of anticipation
Granted, but "a second" of illumination
Known also to be the nirvana state
I utilize words to compensate
Help me better articulate
Many souls I wish to bring together and congregate
Enigma of the puzzle within a lost soul
Crying for the blessed moment of incarnation
Resuscitation of indoctrination
Loss of hearing
Because I’ve always been screamed at with orders
I now being older than a toddler
I seek spiritual infancy
So I crawl through the borders
I have died living
I have lived a death of 144,000 entities
I am forth giving
Still weak and sinning
But I step to the plate
Swing and miss - whatever!
I keep my eyes on the ball
I swing ‘til I hit it
I mostly write rhymes
To be blessed to have ears hear me to spit it
I’ve been spit upon
But never had many moments to have listeners listen
For once rampaging through vocabulary usage
My digital voltage becomes eclectic
Highly spiritual and electric
My dimension is not here
For my world is not of this place
I am here to offer the light given to me
So I can be the salt of the world
And add flavor to the bland life this world thrives on.
I am smitten by the love of words
Writing as much as I can or am allowed
When I can I write
I speak into my dictaphone
Reminding myself for later use
Like an alcoholic, I take grammar and abuse it
Never one drink can be satisfying
Without it I will be dieing
I cry from the pain of withdrawal
I know much
But I know little
Love can raise you up
But hate could quite easily belittle
I take a sip and dribble
I gobble up then scribble
I entice minds with historical scars
My words transport readers to Nibiru
Or can fly them past Mars!
My thoughts humble me
My own words stumble me
Together, they very nearly resemble me
But most of the time, they scare me and tremble me!
I tremble at my own writings of methods
Methods deduced after long suffering
Tribulation of life for death
Breathing in death while exhaling trinities
My weakness is strengthened by His power
Second to second and hour by hour
I feel like the wind is blowing hard against my petals
Trying to destroy the beauty of this flower
I detest
I attest
I confess my life is a mess
I do not hide nor do I conceal
Thus 8 albums plus, more later
I have gained more friends than foes
Because I am not a hater
Nor am I an instigator
Just a man sincere
Writing what he holds dear
Trying to bring the hearts of others near
So my soul, the world could see clear!
SkTzO