Depths of all

Looking for the spiritual. Up late tonight and the blasts are ethereal. Outside is dark in a world that's empirical. Wondering, wondering, wondering. Does anybody hear my call?
Doesn't make much sense at all.
Seems as though im forced to crawl walking through this marble hall, being chased by something ominous and also tall.
Somewhere in the depths of all.
Here I shudder , shake, and stall.
No light or fucking disco ball.
Feeling far off from resolve...

Sleepy Sunday

Check 1, 2 Check 1, 2
Crazy switch ups, stance changes
pick your point of reference as reality arranges
once strangers to various thought forms
now were in the theater just passing the popcorn
it's the anthem, seems random
but watch the crowd stand up, sing it in tandem

Lit like a lantern
Rooted as a flower pot
Use patience soon you'll see an album drop
Avenues in which the soul shines through
There remains a stretch of road mind you
But imma find you, find you, find you

The furnace still burns and it ushers a fragrance
Awakening the spirit of the old and the ancient
Mighty, amazing, back lit property
Come along and ride on an elemental odyssey
Its where we oughta be, where we oughta be
Feeling fine in the presence of the vibrancy
Its where we gotta be, where we gotta be
Feeling fresh with the news of the prophecy

Answers, Explanations

Explanations are everywhere
Pseudo answers tether me down
Like hot air balloons in ropes bound
You don't have to look far to find


Accordance with the answers
One cannot set oneself on fire
With dance, dreams, and passion
Forgive the broken who desire

A new shiny toy
When impending despair grows
With each day destroyed
Most choose to avoid

The frequencies and stations
The pause within the clause
The real implications
The statutes and their laws

Instead dread is wedded
Like dreadlocks wetted
To the one who upsizes
Yet never realizes

That answers can't define
The problems of our time
Neither joy or sorrow
Are explained by knowledge borrowed

Take your time with the questions
Original thought unlocks the door
The key is in our essence
That can't be bought in stores

Greetings

The dry squabble, hollow air and the most fantastic
opportunity to create without withheld feelings
breaths wax beyond a crescent at these thoughts

Towers of ebony obsidian built with the staff of the gods
resurrected from the idea of one who holds knowing
closer than what is owned

Momentous changes upon broadening horizon
stalling upon the last rays of the sinking sun
snowballing into brilliance

The gusts lift and bombard the up and coming
while the peak mellows and its road glosses
so far from the days it was sought

The arrival brings with it a greeting
and a bow that exalts the witness, surely
elements of expanse are in store


And yesterdays journey is todays admiration
the general of all that exists
casts a passionate smile upon the Earth

MLK Inspirations!

Be about something, stand for something
Greet the new day coming, rather than running
Say that your stunning, a single change in thought
Can alter the course of the path you jot

Be better, not bitter, life isn't forever
Until it is, and in that case
You've already figured this shit out
My pen trails off the edge wanting to reroute

Yet my mind holds steady
My voice doesn't tremble
What I speak holds solidarity
A thick metal utensil

Don't meddle in the darkness
End up getting stuck in it
At the barrels bottom
Smelling sour tuna fish

Rising up now
See where I'm at, lives map
And I smile at the slain demons entrapped
Acting slower than sap

Dap to my brother Chris
Thinking bout you homie, sending you love
And I feel it received every time someone leaves
It becomes hard to breath, but I opt to believe

That more awaits us around the next corner
And yeah the path is difficult
And when I do find relief
I'll do a whole lot more than sleep

Though what are words to a dull conscience?
We move at our own pace, leave footprints to motivate
The ones who you once were, the places you've once been
Hold on to the moment and don't ever forget