The depth of your eyes, the words no man could...
Your essence, your very presence makes me weak...

I look to my Love for inspiration,
She's the reflection of my words...

I cant write, lest I bleed every word,
wrestling my pen to the page, like King James III...

Grandma ...
If I could call anything else by that name...

My poetry is knowing me,
taking a glance at my soul hopelessly...

And so the story begins,
my lifes a reflection of the problems with in...

Here is where you can find me, alone with my eyes...
afraid to show who I really am but Love selflessly...

My plan is perfect, waiting on my soul for the...
should I fallow through with this whole thing or...

I speak more Truth then ministers, so I'm dodging...
writing marathons exposing fake shit...

Our worlds flooded in blood and twisted...
I'll stay to the end, even though I hear the after...

Living in a land, barren, stolen and raped,
exploiting hypocrisy like police brutality caught...

I got to come clean baby, I got to avow,
I got to put it in words, I got to somehow...