Posts Tagged ‘ purpose ’

In Life


we are

an image

 of our creator


 are we so evil?

Is it the world

whose space age


has somehow

broken through

the filter…

opposites attract

there can’t be dark

without no light

and you can’t feel empty


 some sort of filler…


are with the soul

of an angel

and there are those

hunting with the instincts

of a killer…


are “blessed” with both

at the same time


the destination

of the



 whats meant to be

what happens accidentally

and who forcibly

 pulls the trigger?

I suppose

this book

this passage

wouldn’t be entertaining

if it wasnt

a thriller

Todays forecast

1st off
Let’s start out
The facts,
I’m customer service
Ending off with
The mission of the plan,
God makes it
And protects against
The damned,
it’s up to me
To not drop
What IT hands,

But today
May be a day
Gone crazy
Or perfect,
Liars & thieves
In Sheep’s clothing
Acting hella
I pray love
Hasn’t shunned me
And allows me to
Step on & stop the waves & the current,
Your at bat
And these mother fuckers
look hungry and with purpose,

I supply
Lingerie By day
And health insurance
Right after, Until the night,
I start off my day
Don’t step on my bulge
Because I don’t
want to indulge In swine,
What one can’t have
Seems to be the agenda
Everyone’s appetite,
Everyone wants to
Deal with me in shadows
Because I shine too bright
In the light,

I got fresh
Power steering
Whipping corners with a grip
Against all your attempts to make me frown,
The saint with the glory
A perv with a story
And the joy from a smile
Paint on as a clown,
I multitask With the purpose
To take full on advantage
Of every loop hole luxury
Before I blast off or drown,
I’m the best worker
You can have
Success bound who right now
Has every full intent on dicking around.

i can feel the scars on the back of my heart

knowing weakness

evil attacks,

with time to spare

strategies are planned,

out of my sight

foul b**** get back,

you’ve tricked me too many times

yet here I still stand,

when will you cease

using your upper hand,

all I wanted was love

or to the satisfaction of getting you back,

the way you got me

but then I wouldn’t be the bigger man,

either way please

loosen your grasp,

my heart can’t take

another attack

an ode to my brother from another mother

he wakes up

and has to go school

the education he’s going for

is to keep him from continuing to play the fool

in constant career arguments with  his mother

forever  battling  under the same roof,

throw in a pair of kids

now what is he to do…

with so much stress on his plate

he hardly has time to eat,

even though he has the munchies

from all that smoking weed,

it’s really just to calm him down

since he’s so angry at he,

who got him in his predicament

in his mind he calls him “me”..

so in continuance to escape

he clings to familiar friends,

ones who will take him in

bull shit and play pretend,

for what ever bit of time

that it takes until it ends,

and he’s back to reality

being the grown up who can’t let go of his adolescent trend

forever speaking of things that he has planned

but none of it unraveling as he had planned

this might be the future that will be in demand

forever in the know but not doing as he commands

im with him making blue prints

thinking what a waste of our limited time,

whats the point of thinking ahead

if we still end up staying behind,

I feel selfish when we gather together

because he could be using this precious time,

to be with his kids raising/not babysitting

but here we are bullshitting around our leisure time

not paying attention to all the signs

that have silver linings/ underscored divine

there’s way more obstacles in front of us

these are just that last images that have been burned across my mind

(iLove you brother of mine)

what iSeek

what i give



what i seek,

what i want



what i need,


praising idols

which does nothing

for me,

to want to

stick around

instead of

increasing speed,

to let out

as fast as


or possibly,

shake & change

the world

that i have

around me,


is hearing

but nobody

is listening,

or just


they havent heard

from the right tree,

that gives

the proper shade

that spreads

the proper seeds,

i’ll be looking

for you

at the harvest


we’ll both be


and ready

what we need,

what i give

is exactly