"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Another year,Another reason to be thankful,With a tank full of ink to drown away what's fatal.Five months without any smoke,Five years without liquor on a table,Full of books and a bible I discovered wasn't a fable… Just the kind of guide I needed,To suffice my need for a brighter day and a way to fight... Continue Reading →
So many questions,So many questions… If you really found Jesus,Then,Why are you still bewitched by sins that still leave you,Breathless?… Isn't He supposed to fill you with,An abundance of love enough to,Squander the plans of He who rules this world of deception? When?Are you supposed to accept God's blessing,Of stillness you are destined for,After opening... Continue Reading →
Hopping from one open mic to the next as the holidays arrive,You'll meet so many others looking for the same high.Not from a drug.Not from a drink nor attention from anyone!But,A dream.A dream we imagine from the second we open our eyes,To and throughout every hour we're asleep…The kind of high most are too afraid... Continue Reading →
Poetry comes back into my life, full circle, every time I'm squared by trials and tribulations I so desperately need to conquer. Regardless of two shins bruised by a maddening search for peace and tranquility through a field of burning coal, I anticipate the relief I'll feel as soon as I take that first step... Continue Reading →
A miasma of deceit pervaded my mind as soon as she spoke.Yet,Who am I to question where and who I chose to spend the night with.Even if she were with someone else prior to our meeting,I was captivated by the way her words flowed as I stood silent.Just,Listening to what she had to say as... Continue Reading →
Distant even if I don’t want to be. But, as much as I long for someone’s touch, I’ve had to keep far away from everything. People, poetry, sports, work to some degree. Everything. I’ve had to clear my mind of all the lies I’m told each time I bother reaching out for any kind of... Continue Reading →
For some reason, Things really do happen for a purpose we can't see. But it's, Still a bit funny how we can control our fate already predetermined by our actions, Typically made through our glaring sadness... But, On days like these, I feel as if I'm not... In control. Siding with demons forcing my hands... Continue Reading →
As an addict, Can't promise you that I won't overdose. Just a thought I felt most won't show others. A thought hidden deep within every mind, Disturbed. Every mind where silence can be heard. A sound so eerie to the Average. Yet, So comforting for the Insanely Addicted... And, What purpose do I have writing... Continue Reading →
Certain days, I am off it. The faucet I keep running while I'm sauced in, My room, All alone, With prompt and, A pen and a journal where I flaunt this, Talent I've been handed to a pair of palms that, Used to want to die, But, Now wants to live while I floss raps.... Continue Reading →
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