Everything Gratitude

i can't woke up without God
yeah living would be so hard
yeah because, my love, gives me breath
yeah he gives my heart beat
and he can put me to sleep
yeah deep
in dreams
and screams
and meanings
yeah which is cool
with drool
on the pillow
yeah God is the begin,
middle,
and the end
yeah God is light
God is day
God is night
Alright
God is everything

GROWING LIKE CORN

i talk
but no one seems to hear my dreams
or believe anything i say
why lord. is it this way?
yeah,why lord because this doesn't feel okay?
yeah it makes me feel real blue and gray
but father may i give it another try?
yeah before i die
or cry
or yell
like i am going to hell
or like i am stuck in a jail-cell
yeah mental and emotional speaking
i'm weeping
on this paper
yeah father, to ask you for a favor
yeah because you are my savior
and i am your son
in female form
so no harm shall prosper
over me
in a storm
yeah i will continue to grow like corn

YOUR LIFE HERE

YOU
WISHED
DEATH
ON YOURSELF
AND THEN YOUR BREATH LEFT
YOUR EARTHLY BODY
YEAH WITH NO REGARD FOR ANYONE ELSE'S HEART
TO BE TORN APART
LIKE MINE
BUT NOW YOU ARE FINE
AND WITH THE DIVINE
BUT I'N SAD
AND MAD
ALL OF THE TIME
BECAUSE YOUR SUNSHINE
WENT AWAY
YEAH A.K.A YOUR SMILE
A.K.A. YOUR LAUGH
AND JUST LEFT ME
WITH PHOTOGRAPHS
AND MEMORIES
OF YOUR LIFE HERE

2019

i'm walking
i'm running
now isn't that something
yeah a dream come true
i'm walking
just like you
yeah in clear view
but my legs aren't new
they just work now some how
but not like a child
but an adult
yeah i float
like boat
but on land
yeah i can walk
like a man
or like Christ
for the first time in my life

POURING RAIN (POETRY)

poetry knows my pain
and rains on that seed until the weeds need to removed
and my inside are smoothed
or God's uses it as nourishment for the nations
yeah i am His Creation
or His Vision
so listen
my pain is to help
my wept is to warn
yeah the poetry that i perform
or the pain that i feel is very real
yeah like still waters
or raging fires
my lows can get you to higher flows
yeah your insides can grow like a flower
from pain rain-showers
yeah so we both can get power
from my pouring rain
on stain-glass window

MY DEPARTURE

there's a packed house
people are as quiet as a mouse
and sadly there's no spouse
or kids to call mine
because you see....
time ran out for me
or God's Hands didn't create that plan
for me
and ooowee that hurts
because now there's dirt
on my grave
and i see the streets paved...
with gold
yeah my soul is gone
but my souls was strong
it just was here long

WALKING PAPERS

i have been in this cerebral palsy body for almost 40 years now
and child i think i have more than served my time
yeah i feel like i was falsely accused of crime
and yeah just left behind bars
with so many emotional scars
yeah i long to see
the sun and the stars inside me
so please God may i have the key?
so i can go free