Strong In Spirit

I rap like writin' lyrics is simplistic,
I hit the stage and tear the mic up like I'm sadistic,
knowledge of a mystic,
let's be realistic,
God is my witness,
so I'm gonna witness,
though my flesh is listless,
I'm bench pressin' His word for spiritual fitness,
my sins are too many to list,
But God died for this misfit,
I'm in love just a mite bit,
and there's no separating us from it,
He heals my soul like a med kit,
and it's God I rhyme,
He's the only reason I spit,
there's nothing better I must admit,
and I'll stay on my grind until my throat is slit,
or I'm fed to the lions,
thrown in a pit,
'cause I'm guilty,
the punishment is fit,
But I stand here victorious,
demons hit with a crit,
not from my own mits,
but they got spiritually licked.

Streetlight Confessional

My dark ways are bright in the street light,
cornered by guilt,
I put up my fists, but I can't fight the truth.

I'm sickened at the sight of my true reflection,
self-inspection,
where's my innocence?

The little boy inside avoids detection,
it wants nothing to do with the man that lacks discretion,
I don't know where to turn,
like I've lost my directions,
but You permeate my soul,
and Your grace clears my thoughts like an effervescence,

I begin to pour out my heart to the Creator in my confessions,
all is forgiven,
and You tell me Your love for me never lessens.

Vexing Bright Star

Bright Star,
were I as steadfast in beauty as thou art,
Galileo's folly,
curse these lids apart,
nay curse Aphrodite's volley,
the infliction from the start,
tracing brash wisdom,
Oedipus did impart,
lest this Siren with talons,
rend both flesh and heart.

Bring Me to God

Beauty,
wild like a beast,
I fear to tame,
Empyrean portals,
like the ferryman's orbs of flame,
absolve my heart,
find no blame,
like the Divine Poet,
I'll traverse the plains,
my desire,
to answer the call of Beatrice by other name,
if you have open arms,
I'll endure the pain.

Formless

Verse 1:
Unmolded clay to the masses,
you shape me on how you perceive,
rob me of my dignity,
to you,
i'm just another unclean,
unrequited love and friendship,
beggars can be choosers,
you remain alone,
and i'll find others,
ones that'll read this book before judging it's cover.

Chorus:
Unshapen in a void,
chaotic uncrafted,
shapeless in image,
eros ungrafted,

patiently I wait,
my skin,
like stone cobbles,
my heart,
like slate,
building up my walls,
praying it's not too late,


Verse 2:
you fuel a faux friendship,
achieved by cruel politeness,
and you'll lead others on like this,
you mustn't have heard,
likely something you've missed,
better are cruel words from a friend than an enemie's kiss.

Kiss and Cure

You take my breath away,
and leave little chance to regain,
like covering one with atmospheres of water,
no chance of seeing the surface,
not even if I strain,

suffering from tunnel vision,
your visage will never wane,
your kiss, the cure, the antidote,
my lips, the poison, the bain.

Brain Wash

My eyes absorb the filth,
so I irrigate my brain,
to maintain my thoughts,
I abstain from the callous and the vain,
if you're following destruction,
then I guess I'm going against the grain,
sure it's a narrow lane,
and some might think I'm insane,
but your sin leads to pain,
and if I can enjoy joy forever,
then I'll snap my shackles,
and break all my chains,
see I was a slave to sin,
so we're one in the same,
sin was our ancestors claim to fame,
but we're all guilty,
we're all to blame,
but you can find comfort and peace in Jesus name.