I'm trying to be Faithful.
But sometimes the smallest
things are Painful
Like pinpricks turned
To Razors.
It just means I need to
Slow Down.
Walk with my ideas instead
of running them Aground
and maybe, I'll come to a
greater understanding.
At least I hope that's where
I'm landing
Through all these Lucy trips
Make my brain do the splits
words come from the tip of
my tongue to my lips.
And yes, I can rhyme and
yes, it's divine, and yes,
when I'm celebrating it's with
wine.

You would say my subconscious
but I would say God.
I know because I see a
greater order of things when
I trip. I see something
above me. Art, Music,
Technology, Love – all glimpses
of the designs and passions
of a higher power.

Ripples of wind are flowing
through the grass
I know I want to win,
I don't want to come in last
place, but this is my first
and last race.
Only have one take in this
life, no replays.
I'm afraid of wasting time
But I waste time thinking
about how much time
I'm wasting -

Stream of consciousness,
I write it as it comes
To my mind
Hope, my rhymes are complex
Enough to be worth your time.
Hope I build an index, a map
Of my brain, in my thoughts,
So you can expect what comes
Next,
And I can quit. You'll know
the lines, you'll know the
next thing on my mind –
except you can't. I don't
even know what comes
next, I'm just in for
the ride. How many of
these bars are my own? How
many many have I ripped from
someone else's show? And
how many come from
somewhere else entirely?

for no reason than the
particular womb I exited
from.
So I gotta work, I gotta
Strive. Or these random
Advantages go to waste.
Look how many people have
Gone from bottom to the top
Well, I started at the middle.
So there's no way I could stop.
It's not fair. It's not fair
And yet am I any happier
than someone with much less.
Money doesn't make you happy,
It just makes you want
More, More, More.
What I crave is human
interaction and human touch.
That no text message or
phone call can satisfy. No.
I want to be here. With you.
In the moment. Because the
moment is all we have together.

Do you hear what I'm saying?
Or do you just hear the beat
Either way it's the same
Meaning and I'll
Make the end meet.

All I hear is complaining
From myself and those around me
This sense of entitlement
Is quite a damaging thing

Man I think I'm owed
Something, but the world
Doesn't owe me Shit
Just to exist,
I should be thankful for It

Grew up without real problems
I have
a privileged Existence,

Welcome to the jungle.
The jungle of my consciousness.
Alone so often my
Thoughts keep me company.
Can't think like a normal
Person, find it hard to not
think, to not overthink.
Hard to settle down, hard
to focus on one thing, my
focus is haywire –
A symptom of the current
system that makes our
attention trivial. Listen,
pay attention. Do you hear
every word I say? Could I
think of another way to get
my point across? This language
is so limited to communicate
what I feel. Lost in a
wordless language I cannot
enunciate. Luckily, Music
shall exfoliate.

I know you DREAM of
a place with different SCENERY
Hope you're RELEASED from
the place you feel
Trapped in. You think
you've Adapted, you're
comfortable living the life
you're in. But is there
More? Is there something
you Adore, Desire, Aspire to
Be? I hope in Time you
will See that these Rhymes
are just Me trying to
speak to you. to encourage
you. To remind you of
Beauty, Art, Music, Love,
GOD. To remind you of
your passions and your talents.