Although my health is up in the air
I still have a wealth of information
That I would like to share.
So until my brain is fried and my spirit is taken
I will still spit rhymes
To get your spirits awakened
Your minds bottled up & shaken
So the OWNED portion of poetryvibe
Is by me, forcibly TAKEN
Not by force of course
But by recall of my fall
My falling
No more stalling
No technical street term balling
No lyrically twisted tight fisted brawling
I have to live up to my eternal prophetic calling
So until the day arises
When my words, the masses create uprises
People will have no need to claim surprises
Maybe, just straight up despise it
But I will still spew forth truth to deter lies
Open minds, hearts, and eyes
Intrinsically make some souls pour forth cries
I am not going to you on my own
I speak with Godly intent, and He is not one who denies.
No denials of my life trials
But spitting up venom and bile
To help you better spiritually digest
That the level of stress in my physical chest
Is beyond what many of you could ever fathom
Could even happen to human flesh!
So although I feel weak
Everyday, my skill is worked on and tweaked
Discussing not only my life which is morose and bleak
But helping build up the faith
Of those who feel too lowly or discreet
To them
Eye to eye I do meet!
So although in pain
I bow with grace and create no division
For my words are intended to show forth Gods prism
Release your minds from its own illusionary prison
And in the process that I continue to try
I am well aware
That in the steps taken
At any moment I could die!
But I stand firm
And so I confirm and reaffirm
That I mostly rhyme to open minds
So they can more clearly see and discern
Not just spiritual truths but the lies that have recently
Stirred up our humanistic perspective & vision
Cause for as long as I exist
I will go against the grain into a head on collision.
SkTzO