Paintbrush

Mixing these human emotions like potions/

Consuming diseases of the flesh/
Keep ignoring the notion that I know I don't know how to retrieve what's best/
Yet I continue to jest at each mess I create when I deviate from the One by whom i've been blessed/
How many steps wrecked by wretched sin until I rest on the chest of the Carpenter trying to remodel my spiritual den?/
I thirst for the dessert of His living water to immerse my soul's turf but it's tough when your search leaves the Father & is focused on the world's purse to find your self-worth/
I need Him to scrape every crumb of hurt from my plate so I can escape feeling numb & succumb to the buffet of grace He has placed for free right in front of my face/
Touch me up with Your paintbrush dipped in love/
I'm chipped & faded like a tainted canvas pitched in the attic above/
Cobwebs and dust, my frame static with rust, I've had it with the smell of musty habits and worldly lust/
Just one stroke of Your brush/ 
Please I need it so much/
I must be restored back to original form before my heart and soul bust/
It's You I adorn through sun and storms/ 
When I mourn You remind me of the thorns by which the Son was torn so that I could be reborn/
I used to live a past marked with perjury, until the day You performed a miracle of spiritual open heart surgery/
Now I’m penning penitent sentences of repentance to prevent penance & cleanse every instance of sin persistent in singeing my soul's skin/ 
I'm shedding sin like snakeskin/
Climbing out from this cold, mental den with a grin/
Hibernation can do wonders for my pen but true inspiration comes solely under Him/
So I step out into the sunlight of new life/
Removed the disguise I used to hide pride & lies/
Now immune to every vice the serpent uses to bite/
Perfectly in tune with the Light/
I keep the Bridegroom directly in sight as He directs the insight of this dialect I use to dissect my deepest hopes & regrets/

Burnt the Ballot

How often do you question this quest & what it means to be blessed?/

If I realize the treasure chest of God’s kingdom rests beneath my breast why do I spend most days so obsessed with building my worldly nest?/

I forget that I’m just a guest waiting to return to His eternal arms of rest/

If only I would surrender & invest every bit of heart in my chest then no longer would I be possessed by the death of this flesh/

So I step back & take a breath/

Then thank God for the forgiveness which enables me to jest at every mess He has swept from the steps of my soul I’ve too often left unkempt/

Other days I sit here in my artistic abyss & watch you sip lies from the serpent’s lips/

I can hear its hiss suck away your bliss but all I can do in defense is clench my fists/

My only wish is that you can resist long enough for me to dish up a script that will enlist a hero to save you from evil’s grip/

You insist that you’re just an angel with clipped wings/

But I have to admit from my angle it seems you traded in your halo for the pitchfork you cling/

If I stick to my dreams of thinking I can stitch up our seams I’m gonna end up ashes & steam while you jest at the success of your obsessive scheme/

But this chess piece finally found release from that life diseased with strife/

No more late nights pouring liquor down my pipe/

The only light I had back then was used to spark the cigarette smoke/

Regrets can choke your hopes/

So I burnt the ballot of the spiritually broke & cast my vote for the Heavenly Host/  

Hike to Insight

The fear in these lies hides in the tears of my eyes/

This beast centered in the mind feeds lines to feast on our kind/

We may all be different by design but you will find one way in which we align/

Ours is a spiritual crime coupled with the physical desire to cross that line/

I used to be the kind who felt I was a victim of the times/

Trying to unravel reason & rhyme by pouring wine down my spine/

Sleepwalking thru my distorted view of the truth with a bottle of booze & my alarm stuck on snooze/

Spent the last decade of life lost & confused/

Searching for my way out this nightmare of

self-abuse/

Now I find the holy ghost in these anecdotes of Hope/

Which I use to expose this planet choking on the sin in its throat/

You boast about how you proposed to this world disguised in lies/

Well, I’m a heavenly host sent to promote the bride of the Most High/

I cut that rope attached to pride & latched my soul onto the eternal Guide/

Now I’m edified by every sunrise that climbs out of the darkness of night/

The devil no longer resides behind these once petrified eyes/

Hell can’t survive in a being beaming with His purified light/

So now I spit flows from the soul to show praise for my Creator of the cosmos/

Sometimes my head's a bowl full of doubt and I gotta spoonful of sin hanging out my mouth/

But when I grip the mic and shout to the clouds it opens my spirit's spout & removes the shroud/

Allowing me to live in the here and now/

This life is a hike to insight/

Just endure the plight/

Walk in His light/

Forget about fight or flight/

Reach the summit of peace, earn your stripes and bask in His delight/

It's not about who's wrong or right/

The purpose of life is to have faith in the dark what He's shown you in the light/

His love is not just a crutch for you to use when times get tough/

Everyday you need to pray to be an instrument of His touch/

Surrender your fears and lust to the One who is righteous and just/

He will in return fill your heart with perfect love until it busts/

When it does you must then spread it to all who mistrust/

Soundtrack of Love

Love can be a blessing disguised as a curse & I’ve arrived to traverse this earth’s turf in search of that prize which will allow me to desert this worldly disguise of hurt & lies that has deprived my self-worth since I was derived from the dirt by He who gives birth/

We have arrived at that time in our lives when girls become brides & every guy would sacrifice his life just to see that spark of surprise in her eyes/

I’m in search of the woman who cut has cut her ties with the devil’s lies & now resides in the Light of the true Love of my life/

She’s an hourglass in the palm of God’s hand & I’m the last calm grain of sand to ask if I can pass through to complete His plan/

She says she likes how I write about life & my insights derived from the Light send her soul into flight/

I would treat her soul as a sacred acre created by our Maker & work free of charge as her caretaker/

She takes that little black book everywhere you look so she can cook up a hook with  those words that keep her stable in her own secret nook/

It enables her to feel like the last rook in the chess ring finally at home & alone with her King/

She laughs at the devil and what he’s trying to bring cuz she knows she’ll never stoop to his level or end up under his wing/

She’s not new to the struggles of life & its troubles so you know this old soul will fight to climb outta the rubble/

She loves to watch the blood of the sky run as the mountains penetrate the sun on its predictable plunge/

She says her soul is a spiritual sponge that had to expunge every past lover who left her heart stung with the barrel of his gun/

No thanks, I don’t smoke/

Instead, I use my throat to invoke hope & try not to choke on the lies this world told just so it could gloat/

When you asked me to hold your coat cuz there was no rack I discovered that your voice is the soundtrack of love & I’m the glove trying to catch this angel from above/

A Guest by Invite

I light the mic so your ears can inhale my hype/

I don’t believe in fight or flight/

I sit tight in His light while you take another hit off of my insight/

I’m just a guest by invite trying to focus my soul sight in this chess game of life/

All I request is that You bless my nest and keep me close to Your chest/

I do my best to deflect my intellect & let God interject with His perfect concept to bless my every step/

I invest in hope & let the Holy Ghost detect & diagnose so I can connect my soul’s rope to the command post of our heavenly Host/

My thoughts are burning tread on this track in my head/

Used to run laps with my past but now it’s dead/

My pride & ego hang from the coat rack below the closet shelf & the stack of life cards I was dealt are hidden beneath my belt/

Here I embark on a stealth mission crying for help as I try to figure out the art of losing myself/

I'm just a passive nerd stuck on this massive earth tryin to clutch onto His everlasting Word/

I don’t consider myself a distinguished gentleman/

Just tryin to represent His kingship by being sentimental & genuine/

My sole aim is not to claim even a grain of fame but when my soul embarks I hope I left a mark on your heart/

This is just a train stop & my pain & sobs were bought by the One who reigns over my thoughts/

I keep my focal point on the One who appoints so I can vocally anoint my spiritual joints/

I dropped outta the rat race to escape the lost & dazed/

Now I rock a straight poker face to represent my case for faith/

My spiritual gaze sets my soul ablaze & the level of my God gauge is off the page/

I left my battles of the past in the shadows of His grasp & now I no longer hang from the gallows of wrath/

My bliss is intrinsic cuz I invest in friendship/

Love is endless when you surrender to the resistance/

My blemishes are replenished & every sentence I’m inventing is ascending into the never ending/

Represent for He above & kinship will forever be consistent in this simplistic grip of a life derived from persistent strife/

Love Track

I have this vision based on makin decisions with my mental precision focused on blissful livin/

My mission is to turn everyday into a spiritual incision that cuts out the negative leavin only room for positive wishin/

Sometimes I feel like I was born at the wrong end of the timeline/

It's hard to find the Divine in between the lines of humankind/

Everybody is all about committin crimes and "gettin mine"/

Intelligent design seems to have blown a fuse somewhere between Jesus & Catholic priests with perverted minds/

Honey please, a saturday night spent fillin your head with deceit just to get you between the sheets does not sound enticing to me/

Finally feel like I got my two feet glued to this concrete damned if Im gonna let some chick sweep away my dreams/

Show me a girl not caught up in her vanity, an angel hangin onto her sanity by contributing to humanity/

Truth, love & family gotta be the center of her heartbeat for me to even be intrigued by this female art piece/

You see I finally detatched the cataracts that blinded my soul's path now everyday my spirit takes a bath in the glory of the One who put me on this map/

Sippin back on a bottle of divine facts keeps the mind of this actor intact with the benefactor of our sublime habitat/

If you can relate to that then let's chat, I'm interested in how you react to life, love and setbacks/

Girl if we do the math I'm convinced the solution will bridge the gap provin our hearts make music and God is producin the love track/

Mystery Unfolds

Your mystery unfolds onto this cold sheet of music I hold/

Tryin to gain control of my soul/

I need a cure for your disease/

It’s caused my heart to freeze/

Bleeding ink on a blank piece of papyrus/

It’s the only way I know how to remove this love virus/

You turned up the heat to defrost my ego/

Now my pride drips into the keyhole of evil/

All u needed was a peephole/

Now im stripped naked & you got a free show/

My art of remarks seize the pieces of me lost in the dark/

Here I embark on a spiritual mission to find my way back to the start/

Your words are darts piercing the bullseye that is my heart/

My aesthetic rhetoric is a prophetic dialect used to dissect my intellect/

I infect eardrums of the disconnected with an inflect that can’t be rejected/

Intercepted the Divine & directed my mind into the lost mine of sublime/

Spend most of my time reflecting on a better way to carve out my life line/

Brain waves intertwined with past times/

Read between the lines of this rap sheet of committed love crimes/

Acquitted of the aforementioned & permitted to enter the shore of gifted ascension/