Just Charge it all to the dirty ass game of life. Everybody plays the fool.


The strength was god given.

The lesson in between the lines was heavy hearted 
And hard hitting. 

It was written in the stars 
I was tryna heal her heart like scar tissuh.

I Was hard headed 
… the karma has me staring at the stars wishing. 

For better days to visit me like passport stamps 
or Elise when Dalton starts drifting.

The demons be waiting for me to fall asleep 
cause nightmares the only time they can catch my hardened heart slipping.

My calloused grip had blistered. 
Like grueling days where my only noise was the metal from the scaffold banging & lifting.

Lengthening my switch to flip to close fists or quick quips
Because I'm learning that the sins of my past don't have to define my fewture visions.

The mold of my future's different.

Like Mahito got the shape of my soul shifting.

The worser parts I learn to sift 'em. 

Dirty back the epithet that had my inner child whimpering.

2am my brudduhdem 
I wonder if my coin would still land in the second pond! 
or if my poisoned heart would have my cosmic cards shiftin'.

No Vegas tricks though... it's me, the pad, and a Hail Mary hoping that God listens.

I throw a prayer to the night sky knowing I deserve the muted responses and 'learning it the hard way' 
Because of faithless days I ran from God trippin.

I stand toe to toe with the deepening legion of demonic chart listings.

Like do I shine so bright that you really gotta go this hard to get him?

I'm hard to replace but even harder to destroy 
I know they wanna see my light start to dimming.

I know they wanna se my patience start to fissure.

But i refuse to give the lowest creatures the satisfaction because I'm starting to feel a little stitious. 
That if I lose myself again it may be hard to stich it... 
Back together one last time 
To give it all one last try
The ending of this chapter maybe just has to go unfinished.
And as a writer that may just be my biggest fears 
so I hope nobody hears this. 

Like “whats good world” when does the light creep back in amongst the darkest pictures? 
This Game of Thrones season 8 but i wanna season 6 when every part was hittin.

The Kurapika lamp illuminates the tension as words start to sentence. 
The cosmic sequence of my karmic sentece makes my smile harder to wear it 

I Picked my heart of the floor and realized that certain parts were missing.
Or left behind with sections of my life that tear blotched ink had started blended..
Into the Page my therapy and poetry start to flow in tandem.

I wonder if anyone could help me redefine the description ?
Of if imma be another shattered young man thats left defenseless. 
I'm no longer straddling fences.
I'm making real decisions 
So meet me where I'm at or find yourself another victim.
That's the 2024 mantra and I'm standing tall on bidness.



We in dis.