From me...
What pole
Do I have to jump on
To strip off this old
So I can put on the New
Personality....
Draped in exquisite iniquity
I stay fresh to death
Sacrificed mental health
Always hungry for more sin
Makin up metaphors
For you to believe in
But I'm really trying to write myself
Out of these hidden dungeons I'm draggin
Praying for forgiveness
Instead of wisdom
I worshiped blissful ignorance
My flesh deteriorated
Positivity exfoliated
Whenever someone offered help
I hated it
In Loving Color
Two snaps in a circle
Abandoned my baby brother
To a cradle of devastation
But now he's the chef
In a Little Rock Fire Station
While I'm still toting the same boulders
On my shoulders
Tears keep putting the fire out in my heart
I get older
And it gets colder
Poetry be to me
What key be to lock
These rhymes unlock
The collar that tied me to the block
Grateful to not
Be where I was
Hateful enemies
Cant get credit for creating Quorizma
But where would I be
If they didn't fuel me?
Somewhere cussin at Jehovah
Drowning in misery
Like I jumped up and landed
In a bottomless pastry
Convinced my addiction
Is a mystery
When I'm really just a genius
At disguising repeated inner stories
I keep telling myself
I'm going to improve
And get some help
But struggling
Started giving my life meaning
Struggling to find meaning
In the struggling
Distracted me from breathing
So I started zombieing
But I am a spiritual being
Resurrected focus
Floating like lotus
Eating honey with locusts
Prince turned to frog
Writing on my lily pad
Pen light leading me out the fog
To Freedom-
The most precious goal I have.
Lifted hands
Cant gaslight God
Reads my heart
As I write each thought
The Lord is my Shepherd
He know what I want.
Which is the last thing I need
More of that same ol thing
Instead of o bay ing
More drifting
On a crowded sea
I already know how this water falls
For fallen angels
Duty calls.
The perfect image
Of imperfection
Excuses are deflections
Obstructing my reflection
Impervious to building purpose
Impossible to rekindle focus
Consciousness requires constant maintenance
And sometimes I act like I don't know this
But I do....
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