God’s Son

Life begins,
Then,
It ends.
For better or for worse no matter what you represent.
Either sprite bottles full of medicine,
Blunts and other sedatives,
Or,
All the conscious messages,
You’re spreading in a world divided…

At least in mine.
Bliss,
I used to find.
In,
All of my well-suited ties.
Until I found myself bruised in time,
Knotted by the movements I,
Find,
Are keeping me at a stand still…

Whatever that may mean to you
As I bow my head and pray,
As a certified renegade.
Started cutting off my ties when Lucy grabbed me by the collar trying to separate,
Me!
From a God who showed me how to elevate.
And penetrate,
The walls to a heaven so that I can live a life where I’m not in pain…

All I want to do is see my nephew while I rage.
All I want to do is write another poem while I blaze.
All I want to do is leave this cage,
Get a stage,
Step away from these demons and escape.
Send a stray!
Bullet from a pistol I fill up with names…
I’m sick of seeing in my head when I pray…

Seen as prey when illuminated under spotlights as I sway.
My hands back and forth on a page,
Where I engage with my inner child for a moment out the day,
Any time my mind is inert within a daze.
Of confusion…

Modern times confuse me when I’m moving through illusions.
Of Grandeur we cannot achieve unless we begin choosing,
Our lord above all in a country I feel is useless…
I mean,
How can it not be?
When we use this,
Case of Corona our ‘6’ man’s been using.
To commence God’s plan of eradicating those who are lucid,
Within a hell they’ve created themselves to get buzzed,
With some light throughout a year we are losing.
Our sense of unity…
6 feet apart from each other in our own communities…
Afraid of a Flu I put under scrutiny!
Listening to higher powers governing my every move while clearly using me!
To sell a pair of gloves,
A little mask and some drugs to kill off the immunity,
Love provides for everyone while we fall to our own lunacy…