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