Always With You

I am always here for you...

I could break you down to your last molecule

And rebuild you

But I wouldn't change a thing about you

Because I'm so in love with you...

When you wake up

My Spirit looks you in the eye

So heaven can catch the first glimpse

Of your love...

The most beautiful sight to see-

Me looking into you

And you looking into Me. 

I made you in the image of Me

So when I look into you 

And you look into Me

We become like two mirrors 

Staring into eternity.

I believe in you

Even though you still need more faith in Me.

Never could I ever

Leave your side.

Because sin is your nature

My only begotten Son died.

You will never know 

The heights nor the depths

Of My mercy and grace

It took just to bring you into this time and space.

And you don't need to know

To act, walk, and talk

Like you know.

Your eyes have seen,

Your heart has felt,

Your ears have heard

Nothing but blessings

And there are still

So many things

For which you have yet

To thank Me...

But I love you.

I made you.

I've never played you.

Just look around

And know My affections 

For you.

When you lie down

I send an angel

To protect you.

When you wake up

My Spirit greets you...

Feel the warmth

Of His embrace

When you worship and praise...

When you're driving

And have to slam on the brakes...

When you're brushing your teeth

Or someone saves you from choking

On a piece of meat...

When you're walking into work

Or your brother or sister

Says or does something

That leaves your feelings hurt...

I was watching over you

Before there was a you

To watch over.

I saw you in the making when your ancestors were plowing fields they couldn't own.

I saw you when the seeds of the Solar system hadn't been sown.

My heart longed for you when there was no universe but Me and The Word-

Love's First Verse...

When I was all alone I set everything in motion so when I was ready I could call you

Home-

Where My heart is...

You are my heart

And My heart is Always With You.

©2021 PROPERTY OF QUORIZMA

MY POETS!!

 

My Poets!! My Poets!!

Screeeeam if you're a poet

My POETS!! My POETS!!

Screeeeeam if you're a POET!!

Let EVERYBODY know it

Spit rhymes all the time

Get spiritual then get lyrical

To get your point across at any cost

Cuz the POETS be the boss

My POETS!! 

Be PROUD to show it

 It's your talent man

don't blow it

but stay poetically bent!

See! My POETS

Skills to keep ya conscious blowed!

Drills to keep their skills honed!

Will to keep their true spirit shown!

Man Poets UP!

Bustas Down!

Poetic Head Bussas have entered YO town

Hate a poet

Sit back and frown

We’ll wipe this poetry cross your face

Like a clown

Then TAKE yo girl

Because she likes the verbal thrusts

That keep her toes curled

See! I be one of them poets

Can't help this Neoetry keeps growin

Tongue twistedly spectacular

Wicked vernacular

Raw and Uncut

NO Subject left Untouched

I ROCK mics 

As I conjure

The 7^th Reich

And I wont stop creating

As a poet is always contemplating

His next attack

So the mentally flatlined

Should watch their backs

BOY!

Do not set a poet OFF

Just getting yo ego busted

Means you’re getting off SOFT

The sentence for you

Is a volley of sentences meant to creep up on you

Long into your future’s conscious

MAN

Where my poets at

Swinging their tounges

Like baseball bats

And knocking floetic homeruns

Til WE say enough damage has been done

I know my poets feel me

I know my poets see me

I know my poets hear me

Because we share this commonality.

 

My poets file into rank

It’s time to go to the bank

And tip the balances

In favor of OUR assets

And make everything make sense

For the first time

In our existence

My POETS!! My POETS!

Beware of the pen totin’

Truth showing

Future knowing

Lip popping

Endless rhyme having

Writers block fighting

No sleep getting

Constant instrumental playin

SLAM searching

Always on the edge bein

Acoustic rockin

Club packin

Finger Snappin

Hangover tamin

Faded pants and busted shoes wearing

Personal slogan creating

Corporate slavery hating

History telling

Late coming

Red eye blazing

Lady snake charming

Bob Marley idolizing

Religion neutralizing

Haircut needing

Crowd adoring

POETS!!

YOUR Poets!! YOUR Poets!

Doing what we do 

Because we GOT to

Trying to stop us 

Aint even an issue

It’s impossible

Because we are just.... that.... COLD!!

 

And I love being a poet

Happily drafted into a genre

Of spitting game

To the world

Is my fortay

From Memphis, Tennessee

To San Jose

I flip my thoughts and experiences

Just like the experts taught

And here I am naked

Mentally exposed and unashamed of it

Because I... am... a Poet

I....am.... a POET

There's nothing nobody can do about

There's been no better time for it

And poetic militants are ready for it

My POETS!!

Keep writing your scrolls

STAY armed

And Fire when Ready

This IS the finale!!

©2004 PROPERTY OF QUORIZMA

Holehearted

Putting together a heart

 

That's already riddled with holes 

Is like trying to solve a puzzle

With missing pieces...

Like walking East to West

To find the North or South Poles-

Yes you may find the Swiss

But the cheese you missed...

Falling in my own abyss...

Still tripping over my own bag of tricks

I collected 

While I was a kid

Caught up in a Wonderland so Wicked...

Teeming with silly rabbits

Gnawing on my soul

Coming around for second and third helpings

Of my blood and dreams 

Still mixing

 

In God's bowl...

So seductive they couldn't say NO

To my RSVP

To self inflicted purgatory...

Pretending to adore my story

Intent on leeching glory

That I couldn't even see.

Just kept slicing off 

Chunk after chunk 

Of me...

They ate my heart

 

Like it was their instinctive delicacy

And eventually

There was nothing left of me

On which to feed

Except for what their eyes could see.

But their vision was void 

Of my true identity.

I forgot to pray 

So I became the enemy's prey...

I got off course

And became his MAIN course...

I watched the last morsels 

Licked off a plate 

Made of bone...

Not a crumb was left

Like an empty box of Kleenex

Every bit of tissue 

Was gone...

Let there be no confusion

As my mother giving birth

 

To this 11 lb baby

If I'm going to survive...

If I'm going to remain alive....

I need a blood transfusion

 

AND

A heart transplant

But nobody had the right

Blood type...

Yes my AB is positive

But was my IV filled with 

The blood of the Christ?

That would be a negative. 

My heart beat as long 

As it could

On its own

But every method of resuscitation

For which I longed 

Went badly wrong.

My mind reminds me of setbacks-

A loop of throwbacks

Playing on repeat

Like undying eight tracks

Made of memories and stories

Playing back

The old versions of me...

Purposeful nightmares so humbling

They're mind numbing. 

I really did this and that 

To me?

How do I block my mind's eye

So I can't see the screen?

This is beyond embarrassing. 

The hardest person to forgive 

Is me.

My Trail of Tears

Is slipping away

Like disappearing ink

Every time I blink... 

At Luke 9:23

Jesus said,

“Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me."

I could have bled out...

Instead He poured His Spirit into me

And the healing pain of His Light

Made my unholy holey heart shout 

HALLELUJAH!

I will never be empty again. 

In JESUS name,

AMEN....AMEN....AMEN....

©2021 PROPERTY OF QUORIZMA

My Father Sits on a Watchtower

 My heavenly father sits on a watchtower

Built on the sacrifices of servants 

Too courageous to cower

Surrounded by a Moat

Made of their blood-

Blood more precious than any goat

He reigns supreme over the entire scene

There is no place

From which He can't be seen©️

-Quorizma

🐉🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

 

A Moment in His Presence...

Brisk and cool

The grass crushing under my feet

Moist from the moon's tears

Still damp from yesterday's sweat

The ground screaming for my feet

My toes answering the sweet call

His voice on the tip of my ears

Guiding me through the mysteries

Always protecting my steps

Look back forward up and down

I can feel God's presence all around

The smell of Grace 

Fresh in the air

Like collard greens that have been on the stove all my life

That blessed aroma is everywhere

I cant escape His Glory

Why would I want to

Baptized in the fire

Drowning in his pool of mercy

All He does is save 

Me from me

And he is so much better at it

Than me

Isn't he

The epitome 

Of love

Personification of kindness

When it comes to being a father and friend

He's the realest

I could ever find.....©

🐉🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

#QUORIZMA

SNAP

I asked for a miracle

You brought me through a fire

Riding a tear soaked missile

Laden with slashed tires

But you brought me through...

I was shaken not stirred

You did what you said you would do

And I saw everything was true about you

That I had heard...

I thought it was all over

Shouts rang out across the ring:

THROW IN THE TOWEL

THROW IN THE TOWEL

THROW IN THE TOWEL

My mind was whipping me like a slave.

No matter how hard I tried to runaway

The corner I was backed into 

Just got bigger and bigger

But I knew

You were in the corner too!

It got darker and darker

But I knew the name of my true Father

My YESHUA!!

You have shown me so much synchronicity and religiosity

I know you CREATED me

But would you add me

To the Book of Life

And SAVE me?

My soul was crying out

And even though my heart began to shout

You showed up and showed out.

You let me in all your wisdom

Walk in the valley of the shadow of DEATH

So I could end up in that lion's den

Just so I could taste your grace

And allow your Will to fuel this fire BURNING within

Saying:

 Walk with me through this spiritual ether...

I cant see my angels but the Devil cant either....

He thought he had me...

Saw me battling the demons inside of me

But greater and more cleverer is the One inside of me...

Just when he sprung the trap

God's finger snapped

And Satan knew it was a wrap

He was surrounded by a storm of angels

And the next thing I knew

I was sittin on Jesus' lap

Watching the battle of the ages for MY soul

He really tried to go

Toe to toe

With Holy Henchmen

From the

Holy SPIRIT Regiment

He never even saw em comin...

Chariots made of fire

Battle cries that reached the heavens

The very air thundering all around

Shock and awe on the faces of all my enemies

But there is no fear in me

It's interdimensional

Trans galactic warfare

And my Daddy

Already claimed victory

At the very FOUNDING of eternity.

But they were always there...

just waiting for the

*SNAP*

I got an Angel Army

on tap

Whatchoo got?

#GotArmy?

#QUORIZMA

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Smokin' Love

Never smoke weed
And fall in love
At the same time
With the sacred space
You create
With that
Love at first sight type mate
Where souls congregate
Conscious masturbates into a light socket.
A surge birthed awareness of our private vortex.
Caught up
Lost
Oblivious
Weightless
Every thought over processed
Visually
Spiritually
Physically
Intoxifornicated Glimpses
I wouldn't leave her
I wouldn't hurt her
I wouldn't keep sending texts
She IS the Star of Texas
Inhaled her lotion
And my lungs exploded into verses
Of poetry saints, sinners,
Living, dead, all
Keep closer than Grannies purses.
The truth is
In the purity of every breath
I feel like I
Can touch everything anywhere anytime
Connected like the world wide web
We have broken all the generational curses.
I am forever yours
Through hell
Times worse than hell
I am under
All of your spell
You are the light at the end of the tunnel
Lighting the way for you and me
Like Jack and Jill
Moving on up that Hill
Hand in hand
Inseparable
Joined indivisible
Confined to our own galaxy
What did they put in this weed
To make real life more beautiful
Than fantasy?

Something

Every morning I die

As hope drips 

Like a tear from my eye.

Cursed with knowledge

I already know why.

Hope always had an alibi. 

Where was hope when they asked, 

What do you want to be

When YOU grow up?

Hope was in another dimension

Another time

Another place

Far far from this space-

Fear controlled the gap

So I stayed mentally strapped

But hope was still beat down

While riding around

Bugging everybody in town

The Saturday Morning clown. 

No red nose but a red book. 

You Can Live Forever in Paradise on Earth

Was the HOOK. 

You can live forever....

You can live forever....

Well your neighbor cant

But you....

You can live forever...

In a Paradise...

A land flowing with milk

(Haven't we seen what milk does to a body?)

And honey

( If the earth is a Paradise does that make it all local? )

You can live forever....

You... and you... and you... and you....

Maybe not your mom and dad or your kids or your grandparents or your aunts and uncles and cousins

But YOU.....

You can live forever in Jerry Jones's house if it doesn't get destroyed in Armageddon by Jehovah. 

Imagine that. 

Imagine if you built a house bigger than Neverland Ranch all by yourself.

Just imagine...

But while we're still here on THIS earth

In THIS dimension

At THIS time

You must follow all instruction and direction

From the "faithful and discreet slave"

As if it is your Master

But do not ask who your Master IS.

ALL written communication from US is from God

So any letterhead from The Watchtower Bible and Tract Society will be read and complied with implicitly

If you understand please nod. 

I'm joking. 

It doesn't matter if you understand or agree 

But you will NOT be pursuing a college degree 

For you are a Jehovah's Witness and there is nothing 

More important in this world than the door to door ministry. 

This is your your only truth. 

This is your only destiny. 

To let your mother and father go into eternity without you

And have to one day forget about you

Would be such a tragedy. 

But that ladies and gentlemen

Is what we mean 

When we say 

This cult operates on your mind

As a fear based monopoly. 

It's a thin line

Between hope and fear.

Thin like marionette strings. 

Leading us by two's to their Ark

Dragging our sacred Light

To hell's Dark.

Setting fire to family trees

And blueprints of souls

Along the way. 

Drowning a child's possibilities

Just so they forfeit hope

One day. 

Force fed my dreams

To the nearest black hole

Which I found in my heart

But it regurgitated my fantasies

To the back of my mouth

Where it burns like swallowed stars...

A daily reconstitution I pour out

Like a quill drenched with sewage

A smoothie made of my funkiest verbiage. 

Undiluted refuse welding my eyes together

Recycling a salt water reservoir 

I use 

To confuse

The nightmares spawning up my consciousness stream. 

I try to write

I try meditating at night. 

My palms are steady

My fingers stay ready. 

The weight of every day

Is heavy

This isn't menstruation

Shunning and ostracizing

Dont have lite days 

Good days

ARE cheat days. 

Depression is on the menu

For every ExJw.

Look around you. 

We're everywhere

And nowhere

But we're suffering in the light

And nobody cares. 

It didn't matter what I wanted to be

Being a Jehovah's Witness

Was my I.T.

It was IT

For me

Despite never being trained

In raising family

Despite never healing through my pain

And learning to cope with adversity

Despite not teaching me to be a man and the benefits of financial gain

And embracing survival as a reality

I learned the hard way

Day after day

Tear after tear

Year after year

Case after fuckin case...

I'm a rarity

no need for charity

Just because

There is no place

In this world for me.

After I die

My heart sleeps 

Yet no rest

Can be found

Behind these eyes. 

Weary and tired eyes. 

Hopeful

Unexpecting eyes. 

Truth does not burden. 

Unlike these lies.

Whose lie is it anyway?

Is it mine now?

I didn't start it

But I didn't stop it.

I might as well have wanted to be

A thumping Bibleholic 

But I'd rather drink Hennessy

Out on the open sea

With Mr. T

Than take one sip 

Of John 3:16.

So you'll have to forgive me.

I choose not to believe. 

I'd love to have both for a mentor though

Both jesus christ

AND Jerry Rice.  

I don't know about the holy ghost

But he caught a LOT

Of bricks

And set himself up

To be known as the best in the business.

In the late 80s

I was watching Jerry, Joe, and Michael. 

Wishing just once I could trade their cleats and hops 

For this maroon Bible. 

The Niners and Bulls

Were my escape

From a life so uncomfortable

Dr. Strange couldn't fix it

With his magic cape

No Avenger 

Is strong enough

To give me a do over

But I did smack Vision

With a Watchtower

Just to see if he was Awake...

Big mistake. 

Haunted by nightmarish scenes

Playing out like Wanda TV

Right in front of me

Chasing me 

Like Michael Myers 

And I am just another Jaime.....

God, if you are real

And you are listening

Forgive me

I know you love me

I'm just tired of wandering 

Like a nomadic refugee

Show me

There's still a purpose for me.....

#neoetry on the fly 3

I'm a Bee 

I love the beauty

Of a lady

Ain't nothing as sexy

As a beautiful lady

Praises to las onces

The elevens

And above ones

The break yo neck

And risk yo paycheck ones

The wake up devastatingly tasty

And always look READY ones

Freak like her mama was ones

She was taught WELL ones

Respect her man like a king ones

Drop them drawls when you walk in the DOOR ones

Where the REAL ones?

The keep it really real in the field ones

Always by your side

But never smothering you ones

The grown and sexy ones

The all day in the beauty shop on Friday ones

The feminine ones

The dainty but not fragile ones

The country ones

The fine enough to bring you to the hood ones

The psychologically stable not hateful and know how to stay grateful ones

The face down ass UP ones

The Pull my Hair and CHOKE me ones

The sittin in church with a sore BOOTY ones

The Give you a Red Light Special ones

The Go DEEPER ones

The Ok that's TOO deep ones

The make you say Oh my GOD ones

The always fryin bacon in her BOY shorts ones

Why her titties so BOUNCY ones

The make you wonder what her parents is ones

The take her home to mama ones

The triangle bamboo earrings wearing ones

The sexy smellin ones

The drawer stuffed with lingerie having ones

In a pair of white leggings she causes accidents ones

The 5'8" in heels ones

The Bombastic ones-

My father believed the 1980s were the end of this system

So he didnt teach me anything about women

So what do I know about where to find them?

My great grandmother was born in 1914

Raised my mother 

So when the 80s came around all i saw came from my Granny

But that type of femininity is now a mad fantasy 

And I never see it around me

Find you?

How could I find what I cant see

If you're the image of me

And that's who I was taught to hate the most.

Me.

The modern day traditions and expectations of me 

Were drowned out by Jehovah's Witness ideology 

From which I am still getting therapy to break free 

All the while learning to fall in love with... me.

So yeah, this is ALL about me and I mean that SO selfishly. 

How can I have intrapersonal input into a relationship's identity

If I cant tell you what is making me me

Other than trauma 

That I haven't worked through interpersonally?

This. Is. Work. 

Neuroplasticity pays me 

in epiphanies

So I keep scraping up my pennies

So I can continue this most rewarding journey

Into the cosmos that is me.

Because I like 

No I LOVE 

What I see

And I do believe 

There's a beautiful and godly lady

For me...

44 years old 

And thanks to mirrors of accountability 

I can better see

Some of the shit

On which I was sold.

Like chasing pussy 

Due to addictive codependency

Is the equivalency

Of chasing a cure for the common cold

But that's been my reality.

All life must live purposely.

Every creature must embrace its authenticity. 

Religion robs the soul of universal expectancy-

To evolve.

To increase consciousness as the gods we are.

Without a religious superstition against repetition 

We get programmed into a sacrificial submission-

Freedom is key to this god's self actualization.

As much as I hunted before

From the scarcity within

I'm digging to the core of my being

To just get a glimpse 

Of what living with purpose means

And if that means

Sacrificing space, time, energy, and money 

For a lady

Versus doing me

It is what it is

And its gon' be

What it's gon' be.

Lions feel me.

Dragons are my homies.

Not running with no chickens

Mediocrity bores me.

Advocating for what's meant for me

And hustlin for my legacy.

This is me 

Building my own ship

On a river of tears

Flowing to a sea of multigenerational prayers

A river of tears 

Washing away the memories of 

Lost years...

Turned to lost decades...©️

#Quorizma 🐉🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Queen of Evasia 2

QUEEN OF EVASIA-PART 2

My Queen,

I apologize for accusing...

Accusing you of evading me.

Evidently,

You are waiting for me.

As the sands rain,

The bottom of my hourglass

Fills with loneliness

And pain.

But each dusty trickle

Infuses a new sparkle

Of Wisdom

Of how to make your eyes sparkle...

And your dimples to twinkle.

I keep referring to you anonymously

Because my presence has missed yours

Tremendously.

Just want to meet you

Keep you

And give you all of me.

What an investment!!

I cant wait to poeticize our testament.

To verbalize the flames

Of a righteous torture

An epic of sacrificial proportions

A destiny in invisible spirit language.

All these other pursuits

Are garbage.

If I never get to join with you

Then my 15-year dream shan't come true.

I cant let go

I'm holding on to our fantasies

Like their aint no tomorrow.

These inked out emotions

Cannot be contained by space.

The critical mass

Of this light sped equation

Blesses me with an energy

Squared to completeness

And essential to my existence.

Maybe, just maybe,

I'm a little crazy

But that's my summation

Of my story.

Just like you

I've been lost too.

That's why I cant wait to experience you

So my nightmares can be through.

But the last thing I wanna do

Is have you

And then have to lose you.

I know you'll stay

And bring peace

Along with your baggage

When you come my way.

Are you on the Light Rail,

Sitting in welfare's jail,

Or living about 10 other kinds of HELL??

Are you crying right now?

I know you're gonna survive

And we'll sip mango juice

While you tell me how.

So I aint mad atcha.

But I miss ya...

And I'll never stop dreaming boutcha...



Quorizzzzzzzma

Disastrous Affections

 

 

Here we are on the brink of disaster

One more sound of your laughter

And I will explode into a billion pieces

Due to overexposure to your species

Walk like an Egyptian

Sending hieroglyphics with sexual encryption...

Protecting you is my mission

Protecting this two way vision

A vision set on the waters of hope

And cast adrift with no rope

Life taught us buoyancy

So we could cope

Maybe we should just

Elope...

I’ll never again be this excited

Here is your candle

Lets light it

Give me your lip

So I can bite it

I know you want me

Don’t you dare try to fight it

It’s written all over your face, chest and body

You wanna have a foursome

With me, you, coke, and Bacardi...

Damn Shawty

You’re so naughty

But when it comes to being naughty

I wont let you top me

I got so many fantasies 

Running through my mind

So many kinds

So little time

My eyes don’t even have to be open

Hell I wouldn’t mind going blind

Because in my mind

You are mine

For all time

Like vaseline you shine

And I can no longer define time...

Your conversation has me in a whirlpool

And I cant stop spinning 

Like the lady in The sound of Music

Oh yeah shawty

My hills are definitely alive

With the sound of bra snaps and unzips

Oooohs ahhhhs

Lather of tounges

And exchanges of lips

You know what you're doing right

Got me sitting here watching you like a traffic light

RED

Means to bring the motions to a screeching halt

And relieve your body of recently secreted salts

YELLOW

Oh I like Yellow

Yellow means

I can slowly go where only I dare to go

Oh yeah I like yellow

But not as much as I like go

When your eyes turn green

I know what that means

It means to proceed through your intersection

Without caution or distraction

Surveillance cameras capturing the entire transaction

Ain't no accidents in this interaction

But I'm still smiling on the brink of disaster

While my past demons hold their stomachs

In laughter

But I wont fall of the tip of your smile

I'm holding on to your soul

Like a pit bull gone wild...

#Quorizma

I Need a Love

 

I need a love

True love I need

And it's all I'm dreaming of

Sexy eyed

Sexy brained love

Self sacrificing mutually exclusive love…

When I get home

Love is there

When I leave home

My love goes with me everywhere…

 

I need this level of completion

Love that is not confined by jurisdiction

Love that is not plagued by contradiction

Love that is faithful despite competition

Love that holds the sacred power of resurrection

Two loves brought together to make one story

Neither seeking its own glory

Rated fight for just a moment with each other

Loves so happy together

They don't know what it means to smother

A love that tastes so natural

Fever for the flavor of kisses

Made of ingredients supernatural

Pure in the truest sense of pure

A love confident of its ability to endure and cure

It’s special and not just emotional

More powerful than a list of gods once mythical

I want this love more than life

I want her to share the joy of life

I need her to share all her secrecies of her life

To believe that she'll never find another land like me in this life.

I want her to be my wife…

 

Can't I find this love

After all it's all I've dreamed of…

 

My dreams need fulfillment

Nothing fulfills like love heaven sent

A love sent at the right time

She's going to make my heart sing and my hand rhyme…

 

I wish I knew her

Yet as anticipation builds

So does my character…

When I meet her

I'll know her

She'll be an old friend I just met

Someone that my soul tells me I am going to get

 A raw relationship void of overcooked superficialities

Her specialty is bringing me to my knees

I can't deny she'll have unrivaled power over me

Have me follow her all over the universe like a lost puppy

But I ain't shame and don't think it's embarrassing

For this is the love making for which I have been waiting

All the lonely and wrong nights I've been spending

Just filling in blanks with blanks and timewasting…

 

I would rather have someone that's down for me

Down to play with me in my dreams

And in our reality

Whatever she needs she can count on me

I just want her to believe in me…

 

Come here girl and let me give you my trophy

It's just my heart but with love I'm over boiling

Out of everybody you won me

Definitively

Destroy the wall of anger I was building

Totally

Making me feel for you like I feel this poetry

And that's scary

Making me believe that I can do anything

Long as you are next to me

😍More Precious

 

 

More precious than gold

yet it never grows old

some have died looking for it

while others run far from it

silver lining in the crowd of man

made of water and sand

keeps planets in line

and knows not time

everywhere and nowhere

comes like a comet

heavenly and cosmic

blink and miss

wink and get dismissed

can see through lead

and even words said

light invisible

Mr and Mrs unrecognizable

often gets Angels in trouble

and makes demons very uncomfortable

never situational

Or conventional

however subliminal

still can drive you mental

too real to be political

too hard to be superficial

impossible to be presidential

no need to be sceptical or fearful

of Love unconditional

 

Only aliens on the planet

That can give it

But won't trust it

Because you can't

Buy or sell it

But we could all profit

From it

Boundaries could be memories

Walls a thing of the past

Fear could disappear

Year over year…

What we don't know

Won't let us grow

And reach for a better tomorrow.

Here we are

Searching for a billboard

In the dark

Dark part of the soul

Desperate for the illumination

By inoculation

From the system

Bent on our annihilation

A lose lose situation

Leading us further into the

Age of Information Starvation.

Hungry for purposeful substance

And weary of painful happenstance

Leery of detrimental romance

Finally ready to give authenticity a chance