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  2. the promise.

    there was once a boy who had dreams the size of mountains, moveable with mustard seeds. if he dared to believe. dared to conceive. an idea creating an action. knew that God was working so he never worked out fractions. the fraction of what it’d cost. he thought there was nothing to be lost. so he put on his shoes one night. no help in sight. unless he looked to the sky. and next in the mirror to see someone named I. looking in his eyes before his journey began. didn’t have to convince himself because the love and passion is what ran. him like gas in the car. getting to destinations that could be near of far. places where they say his heart stay. ducking and dodging what the darts say. darts of doubt. something he could definitely do without. as he swam in oceans named fear. looking around water he swam in only formed from a tear. when he didn’t know how to continue walking. and flying didn’t look like an option. he had no options but to continue. saying to himself, “I know there’s more in u”. as the sharks opened their jaws. his heart forgot the laws. knowing something had to happen. he felt like he had been waiting to make that happen. so he did it. he made it happen. spoke a word and it happened. changed his mind, and it happened. the current slowed down and he made his own way. forgot about what they might say. and remembered what God would say. if he never kept going. if the tears that were flowing. had forced him drown. without realizing that all of his trials made him deserving of the crown. victory guaranteed. from his worries he would be freed. and on to dry land. promised land. sweet roses and golden honey. rivers and trees with growing money. you can’t tell him…shhh. you can’t tell him…shhh. about faith not working. about the dangers lurking. waiting to eat up the focus. like locusts. making the vision blurry and not so plain. complex, ink washed out from the rain. and you can see the pain. look at what it did to him. made him stronger…wiser…better…and some kind of gold. matching the promise. and everyone’s so astonished. that their doubts and his fears couldn’t stop it. his faith was always the topic. but now they really can’t top it. and they all wanna rock it. his faith that made that dream the size of mountain move. and because he had faith he moved. and it moved and they moved. and we moved. to make room for the enourmous gift. the enemy wanted to swift. something like wheat. but he couldn’t so he had to have a seat. in the audience. tickets to watch him in His promise. now who’s next to see…?

     

  3. fine. all mine. the best yet. no debt. atleast one day soon. when everything is in tune. like the jingle at the beginning of your favorite cartoon. that comes on two hours after noon. on your wooden television. super trill, no remote but a dial, see it the old school way…you got hella vision. a way of seeing things i ain’t seen in a long time. stretching my money out, it’s a long dime. made no sense but there’s nothing like a young money punch line. ran outta shit to say, fine all mine. just like i started off. and that’s what i want at all cost. that place where i first began. and the love for my dreams is all that ran. my thoughts. couldn’t get em off. creativity oozing through my pores. making my own rules with no caution, buying live animals at the grocery store. no dead meat killed by opinions. of despicable minions. that don’t matter. but only real shit flattered. by the fly ones. the real ones. the innovative ones. the dreaming and achieving ones. cuz real recognize real. and i could rhyme that with something like “i need to heal”. but there’s no scabs. only dabs. of real inspiration oozing from my knees. from where i fell in love over there, cherry bomb please. and a band aid too. a few of em. i plan on going deep. and letting the real me do more than seep. in the cracks of the places where i desire. but set them on fire. and maybe force someones fears to retire so that they can keep going . and sleep knowing that they are fine. so fine. and look in the mirror saying i’m all mine. and that’s enough. no need to bluff. and be pretentious. cuz i taste the real like a french kiss. and i kiss good. muah. lipstick on my mirror….

     
  4. brilliantlylucid:

    imjustdobie:

    siredwardv:

    tupa-c:

    and he was right

    how I feel

    This nigga’s drive was unparalleled man.

    Looks good there

    (via ariellegreene)

     

  5. it’s raining…soon.

    and in just a second. my big ol blessin. will fall out the sky. like rain and I’ll ask why. why just now, like I’m not satisfied. Like I could just die. completely happy. in my feelings completely sappy. words spilling on my shoes and falling underneath. to the bottom of my sneaks. which makes it impossible to take another step and turn over a new leaf. playing in the same grass. hoping my passion and hunger doesn’t make me kiss ass. but at the same time, some people be like “what the heck”. just a peck. if it gets me farther than yesterday, than an hour ago. and who makes the rules…for all we know. we could all be wrong. off key, singing the same song. loud, like we wrote it. sick and don’t know what the antidote is. can’t find where the hope is. left hopeless. obvious bob. wanting it so bad. what we never had. but we keep dreaming of. keep seeing, shaking hands with our nubs. cuz we cut off our hands. chop to the idea of reaching for the sky, but embracing all of the demands. while forgetting that’s the reason they exist. these arms. not to cause our brother harm. but to touch the sky. the stars. the universe. and that’s why we have a mouth to ask. and a heart that beats to the last. second. when the blessin. falls from the sky. to our feet and not our laps. cuz we’re active in the pursuit. wearing a suit. on a date with our hearts desire. catching ourselves on fire. the passion is flammable. it’s real. it’s what i feel. what we feel. so let’s keep falling in love everyday. every single day. give life to our dreams. no matter what it seems. cuz in just a second…

     

  6. Jesus, Plugs, Swear Words…Los Angeles.

    unplug. debug. no hug. just a tug. at the hem of his garment. on the red carpet. fancy but real. no sex appeal. no smiling faces. in all the places. you go. with all the people you barely know. wanting to be close. but at a distance praying for a discerning spirit cuz people be doing the most. ain’t real at all. just waiting to watch you fall. but you don’t blame it on them at all. it was the ones before them who did it in order to look tall. the nature of this cage. the nature of this age. shit passes by so fast that you miss the moment. but all they say is to live in the moment. i’m so confused. my sense of what’s certain is becoming abused. and in this i become nostalgic. homesick. take me back there. that place where love was real and i didn’t have to be “on”. i could turn “off”. no make up. but i’m still fine. still just gorgeous. and plain as day i get the same amount of attention that the best whore gets. cuz in this land it’s a competition. and as loud as you scream sometimes no one listens. and that quick you’re over it. sober quick. waiting on someone to see how great you are. tired of proving to yourself that you’re a star. in the sky. next to the moon. that we are all looking at. waiting to get to that next destination. trying to stay on. playing a new song. praying you can keep performing when you don’t feel like it. you can fight the “laziness” even if you don’t feel like it. cuz truth is…there’s no sloth in you. sometimes a bitch just wants to unplug. and debug. not giving out no hugs. i’m just tryna touch the hem of his garment….

     
  7. (Source: kidcatti, via ill-expression)

     
     
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  10. He. He. You. Me. Us. We. Our…Crazy.

    Out here looking crazy. Out of body experience wearing straight jackets. Looking around trying to see what it is I’m lackin. How can I make you love me. Think more of me. Run your mind. Something like you do mine. Something like I’m in jail and not sure how to do the time. this time. Banging on the bars with my coffee mug. Trying to stay awake making sure I’m on point. Cuz you just may come around and let me out. Some time soon. Sometime around noon. Is what they say. Mid day. Not first thing in the morning when you’re fresh in my thoughts. Til I go to the mirror & remind myself that I’m a bad bitch and I ought. Not even play myself like this. Like that. And like this. Cuz I’m still clenching my fist. Palms bleeding, cut up by everything I wanna say but I aint that brave. And I suck at anything involving something that needs to be saved..or managed. So don’t take advantage. of the fact that everything comes out at once. And I look like a dunce. I look crazy. But I bet you I won’t look lazy. I’ll work…grind…and whatever else you need to make you love me. make you think of me. make you miss me. make you wanna kiss me. Mid conversation. Make you wanna start over. experience me all over again. Mid revelations. Make you think I’m the best shit ever. Even though you might have had better. Nah fuck that. You know what it is. I know what it is. Let’s just quit playing. And start saying what we feel. Be real. And stop looking crazy apart. Only in our separate hearts. And be out of our minds together. Padded walls. Straight jackets. Running each others minds. While we run alongside. You and I. He and he. You and me. Me and you. Us. We. Our. That’s a better choice of pronouns….