Dancing in the middle of the street
…with a song on repeat
Rhythmic movement tripping over my own feet
I escape…

The sounds of the cars don’t pollute my mind
In fact at this moment in time
I’m free

Arms spread wide spinning in circles with my eyes closed
Seeing things unseen I conquered the theory of time fold
My souls old

“It seems, as one becomes older,
That the past has another pattern,
and ceases to be a mere sequence…”
Or a trance, non happenstance…
So im in the present partnered
with dance



Cracked Crayola

Cracked Crayola

Broken Crayons and blank canvases
formula for the colors
yet I don’t know what the answer is

Masterpieces from disasters, no sharpener on the box
using the brown backend to outline the jagged rocks

Lightly shading clouds with the unraveled paper of blue
dreaming of being with the picture cuz it’s a better view

Bright sun rays set a blaze for a scene that looks mellow
outlined my shine with dull reds crumbled yellows

Envisioned with smiles though it looks sharp and mean
all my blades of grass are the same color green

And the recked rec center field appears to be Wales mountain Blorenge
so I sketch it on out with my half pieces of orange

There’s people all around staring at what I’m wearing
while trying to discover…
…My suit it’s purple got it at Shoppers World with my mother
with my black penny loafer they were hand me downs from my brother

Broken Crayons and blank canvases
formula for the colors
yet I don’t know what the answer is

I draw what I see and it’s never what it appears
there has to be more than 7mile
man I gotta get outta here

Couldn’t complain that my hand wasn’t the same
it was awkward like being 10 times the size of your nickname
Let them have their 24
you take that 8
with the right frame of mind your image will still be great

Lifes ups and downs all comes with the mixture
take whatever colors you have and make the perfect picture

Cracked Crayola

67 Days in Alaska (Psalm 30:5)

read my devotional today
it said the sun was on the way
weeping may endure for a night
but everything will be ok

so young boy just hold on tight
the darkness cant survive the light
just cuz they’re wrong don’t mean you’re right
life’s a battle you have to fight

…but why,
your purpose of life is not to die
fulfilling your destiny is life’s mystery why lie
while mingling through the millennium you’ve missed your chance to fly
ith every breath of forgiveness in your lungs He’s begging you to try…just try

do all that you can and with everything you can you do
so empty out your spirit and God will do the rest for you
timeliness is God’s decide so your patience must be trust
for if your seed was over anxious for the harvest would you ever enjoy the fruit

Yes the time seems endless and you were once seen fearless
I need you to hear this…

plant your feet firm in the wild
…don’t you run child

it’s been dim for a while
can’t see the shine for some miles

but the rays will arise
bright as bold look alive

if you’re resting in your demise
read Psalm 30:5

Famous & Infamous

My grey skies tell the best stories
Rainy days showed more glory
The sunny days are on vacays in a beach house with me snoring…
Life is too boring
Havoc and pain don’t cost to entertain
Well unless it’s 2cent in this love arcade
They all think you got it made
Just a sick form of torture
As your memory plays funerals at the alter
Trading off freedom for their preconceived notions
Gravity smacks you to the pavement cuz your nose wide open
High off of life until they steal your last breath
You gaze into the mirror only to see what’s left
Just speckles of yourself
As your conscience speculates and that cynic that your were starts to reincarnate
Reminding you of who are although they all call you great
Taking pop shots at the icon just to see if you will break…
And you do
Humpty Dumpty ass fool
You’re only as high as they lift you
Only as strong as your mental
Make a mistake they’ll forget you
Do something nice they’ll forgive you
Be who they see not who you are that’s how fame gets you far
Until you gassed out and let down phased out like a star

We all want to be famous until they forget what our name is.
Our biggest fans become our toughest critics. It’s too easy to get consumed by who they want you to be, and if you allow them to win you can become seriously empty. Life grants you numerous opportunities don’t allow how others depict you to determine which ones you take. The shame is in buying in to the twisted vision believing that they’ll always be there. Fame can imprison us all, cage you into a status quo existence. Freedom is not only loving yourself but being yourself. Be a warrior of truth or you’ll be a worrier of lies… Theirs and your own.


Dominican Sunrise July 4th

Dominican Sunrise

As the ocean waves splash on the sands of the beach
And the sun rays split clouds as far as it can reach
I smile, laugh a little, well maybe just a chuckle
Through the simplest of things you realize that God loves you
Bless abundantly, my troubles don’t trouble me, right now I’m worry free
As the wind splits through the trees
And leaves make music
I grasp on to peace hoping never to lose it
My ambiance is far beyond the worries of my past
As serenity enters me I hoping that it’s last
Repetitious sounds makes the time move slow, so I bathe in the moment because the next we’ll never know
Let peace enter thy soul to help this young man grow
Praying over my actions because you reap what you sow
As the people walk the beach, I just lay here and think…
I wasn’t supposed to make it this far not I, I’m the living proof of all the innocent lies, no tissue for the humbled tears I cried, I done seen it watching the Dominican Sunrise.