Faith

medication malfunctions, feelin 6 in depression world guessin eyes stressed when, lord of heaven drops confessions code of matrix saturates, bash it's core of hate..... make my getaway, in noble deeds as I speed..... so fast must move slow, "straight puffin nothing"..... prolly double la's, djing skills full blown information overloads, only wished her as my home at peace in her taste, these visions I cannot escape so I drew her .....a sketch, scared to death of this fate.... for an easy victim, I could be to her darkness.... still eye marches, able to raise these arches.... a smart kid, a smart kid..... so in metaphysical, i need sages of honor in flesh to bring me home, i need her mystic awareness to help me shine light, from the curses I have known a dedication or earth rotation, and my seed to raise and grow can everything be shown, and us still stabilize our domes.... beat hearts and mesh as one, melt into her flesh...... we can take turns as sun, course I'd kiss her moons... for a bride I am the groom, if it will bless her life..... anything I will do, it's too complicated..... I don't want to rule the world, only play a part.... and have true love, with that special woman.....that girl.... so naked at heavens gate, i come and speak my piece.... so many nights I have fought, still I see the beast..... and it's death within me, trying to ruin my plees.... not of insanity, but that she is what I need..... and for this world, through arts I can teach..... I can only do my part, small or nothing to some.... to others an angel who frees, and love.....and love..... is all that I believe, and the love in her...... I guess I've always prayed, someone like that..... could say I'm the one, and set me free...... and we can be, patient...... and build at eachothers sides, through lows and highs..... and greys in between, we could still be satisfied..... a host merely is all I am, and gods force burns and hurts..... relieve me of this sad song, I've felt deeply since birth.... look at the children, and learn...... for they are united as one, until they are taught to turn.... nothing will be perfect, only I ask that we strive.... to make it a little better, for too many mothers cry...... I speak of this beautiful woman, there's something inside..... and I ask lord from my core, for a fidelity beyond time.... what I ask for is this too much, when true self we find.... and I've given so much, I don't know how I"m still alive..... and I cry, now it's in my eyes...... and scripts as this, will always be clowned...... because I'm right before your eyes, yet you can't hear the lines.... you can't feel what's thine, though I am forever..... alone I've had too much time, I can only send this message..... and struggle to survive, feeling like the host..... and god the parasite inside, doing his/her work..... and paying no price, but torment and electricution..... still I keep my honesty in circulation, backhanding demons..... I do not shoot first, and few catch my meanings...... soul of the cosmos, intangible intelligence...... though it is all forgotten, when I am that fumbling human.... few remember, all the contributions...... I will hold this love, and listen to my feelings.... and there is no more I can do, than be me.... and put my words in public, so a world may have the chance.... to help me, and you and if she is taken, by another mans embrace in a placement she's in love with, help me change my focus.... I wish her no harm, I'm just honest and direct.... I was suicidal, had to act with a package drastic.... it was disturbed, but full of loves magic...... thought I solved something, but I couldn't reach out and grab it physical touch I'm lackin, I say it in the open...... being a player, I will suffer till the gates are open..... i will struggle till the gates are open, could say I'm too whiny.... but I would make a good father, to her children.....word up.... "no letting go, no holding back" this is not a masterpiece, just the spirit in my body..... the one who misses dearly, the mate of my soul..... do I see her clearly, as so-called hell raises it's fury.... this is ridiculous, but at least I think she hears me...... she could be laughing, or teary........ even if I never am so lucky, I wish you love......you are a beauty....truly one to behold ......a warm soul in the darkness bringing light to a world so cold .....       The "she" or "her" I was referring to in this is not an actual person but a metaphor for "faith"