FIGHT the urge to judge; she is finding her own canvas

Jesus

can we find her? the beautiful one

she's nowhere to be found

she's the little one who's gotten lost inside her own mind

I want a friend that sees the freedom that I do

I'm no schizo but a pro

I'm revisiting an old site, filled with land mines

They are silent when they sting

but triumphant as a fearless foe

I've begun to reintroduce to myself the

revelations of old, the Renaissance of reinvention

Renovated the dollar bill

into a sacred mold.

A cipher I've decided,

She is a silent pro

digy diligent, masking her authority

Mindscapes and heroine capes

Flying through a ferocious escape

makes no mistakes

breaks former fakes

Because I'm not lying about my mental escapades.

Just hidden too far down

but eventually find my laugh, spirit-filled.

I'm silenced by a new inventory of style guides

Innately raw but outwardly delicate

I'm in sheer ecstasy and the bubble never pops

Soon enough.

I've witnessed a barrage of westerners

Winging their way into a self-glorified state

of accomplishment,

But they haven't yet dealt with the histories

which their empire is built upon

the bloodstain cries of massacres

And exploitation.

I'm a raw mind now, but these are ideas

you've never thought of

yet

Until they become PROFITABLE to you.

(I'm speaking now) To the host.

Don't it always happen this way.

Fine, I'm angry enough to change

I'm settled enough to jump off

I'm free enough to cry

Finally, I'm being myself again.

I'm not that different from you

but you are different from me

I'm not who you think I am

but you are who you think you are What makes

us different from anyone else on the planet?

That one ill girl, she had rashes on her mind

But you still feel she is less than you

You fools

There are no original ideas

Only a perverted sense of ego, because only ONE

Deserves all the glory.

Period.

I try to pretend to be something near someone I think I should be

but I'm not

It's quite sad and lacks tact to be truthful

Why does it lack?

Society breeds discontent

so I breathe adversity brain

decided to Think however I want in public

Like that one girl

I get inspiration from, a schizophrenic identity scout

Brain washed, you say

Believe me I'm not joking around anymore I'm not deaf

but you can't hear me anymore anyway.

sometimes, I feel cheated.

that the only

thing I got out of

years

of agony

and hidden

pain

is compassion but then I

remember

that compassion is what fills

Your heart

and that

means

that I am

filled

with Your heart

Jealous is my lover,

The world is crashing down

And the waves be smashing over

Buildings and dashing

Babies to bits such terrible weather

It's been.

But nearby You're waiting for us

To be catching your drift

Your drift, your drift.

The blitzkrieg is coming

Be watchful and cunning

For the One is returning to His

Beloved is running, is running, is running

back home to her lover above her

The best way to know everything

Is to realize that you know nothing

But that the One who knows all

Knows you

I want to be completely honest

I let go of you the moment I saw you

Because I thought memories may wound me again

Like they sometimes do

Though dreams could never revive my hopes

The way my Lord does

I fear

I do dream about you

Traces of a life

I've yet to exist

Visit me like a vapor

I strain my neck

To capture its thoughts

And discreetly

They fade away

I'm brave beneath the mire, You say
Your trust in me produces fire.
I crave Your mysterious touch
Loving me so much, so much
A rush that quenches my deepest desire

My response has never been so right
To the beauty of the face of love

You have found me beautiful in Your sight

And all is well with my soul.

Life is not love without You

The way it's supposed to be

I adore you with all my heart

My beautiful, amazing, brilliant

Maker of the universe