Guide my hand for a moment, take me somewhere new, an inspirational gift to me from you. Reflect in my spirit an image made for two. Not a mirror, but a friend, A glimpse at something true. Her face shaded by lace, gracefully walking to take her place. Side by side, a white flowing gown, dancing in the sunlight. Twin souls assemble, a butterfly emerges. A creation of God to fulfill their purpose. To love and unify, with an embrace then a kiss. All the angels rejoice at heaven on Earth.

We perceive and believe That of what is written. We take a drink from an apple, The serpent has been bitten. A smitten giant, broken alliance, Defyant in ourselves. Help is there, everywhere, It only comes in twelves. Dreams are steam to fuel our minds, With oil to run smoother. Change a tire with new attire. You are still a loser. Cruise control, automatic, Static in your system. Lose control, your an addict, Addicted to the venom. Why try to deny, That of what is written? Quitting dry, slit...

Hazy processes and imperialistic motives, propaganda in the media feeding vultures. Subcultures blending, breeding, bending, bleeding, sending greetings to any heart beating. Seating limited if your opinions conflict, and living the lies that cry for freedom. Let me greet'em with a hug so snug, pour me a cup, and for you a mug. Let love, above all else, guide your heart and deny your self. Paper laws are gouging raw the eyes that saw. Sewed up lips, and distant trips, crawl your way up out of...

It doesn't have to rhyme, and I don't have to think. I'm just the medium for the artist pulling my strings I'm no dummy, just his friend. When He's ready, I jump eagerly, in awe of what's to come! Themes conveyed, thirst quenched, it happens unexpectedly. I have the option not to hear. But what a waste that would be. I wish I could record Him quickly, so to capture His every Word. His appearance is a mystery, His versus, unrehearsed. I think I love Him, the way He orchestrates passionately, i...

Instruments to aid life The Uncreate is unknown Full-blown aids in an age of sacrifice Your breathe has been stolen Glowing with the guilt From a thousand dirty deeds Pleading for mercy In a world of tainted seeds Worldly possessions gathered to lather your soapy minds The instrument keeps turning as the burning feeds the blind Time to unwind, Time is of essence, Time, the concept itself is in question An exception is made to those who search the answer lies within and trancends the winds of ...