Art[inWord]Form

Isaiah 40:31

A great man is always willing to be little. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

I like writing.. Art form taken in Words. 

I've been broken.. you've been torn out..
I've been waiting fighting this storm out
I'm good for nothing if I'm nothing good
poverty stricken soul aestheticly unaware like projects in the hood

Try not to abolish me from your ways, sit and ponder while you radiate
Fix on me fixing to fixate on you
Haunt me while thoughts dialate
Waiting time just to relate 
mystery surrounding you
anomaly in my haste
a brush fire in the heart land my soul
slash and burn everything I once knew so I now know.. new
brand new like sunrise, waking eyes, bright lights, shine. Glisten
I listen. soft hearts rock hard. Roll out for you.


 

Rebel

Rebel against corrupt.
Rebel against immorality.
Rebel against evil.
I used to rebel against the good.
Given new eyes I saw the pain I caused. And I rebel against the hurt.
Rebel
Find lines in fine lines.
Rebellion.
Rebell I on
Things done changed and if I'm not changing my ways are tamed
Rebell I on
Locked loaded sharp as a bullet my truth takes form
Rebell I on
strapped for cash broken back talk back gets smacked I'm far from norm
Rebell I on
Rebel at heart the Genesis of my start my cause has nevah & always been the same.
Rebel.