Voice in my Head

It's the voice in my head that drives the words in these notes, the heavenly ghost, telling me to awaken the sleeping and present optical dynamics to the blind; no more hesitation, I see that this is my time.
When the sun beats on my skin, I can feel the grace of the purest trickle down to the plumbers, crossing guards and florists, the hard working and unnoticed, those who love you even if it seems they don't show it, the kids afraid of what's in their closet, the calm and reserved with hands in pockets; it's very important you know this is God's will and nothing nor anyone can stop it.
It's time for a change, nothing stays the same, life is but a temporary stay in a physical plane, a periodic state, folks please realize that life beyond death is a sign of the great.
Trying to comprehend the supernatural with methods of fragmented practices appearing natural is slightly theatrical; even history can't truly depict the events of the tabernacle, I love because I want to and preach peace because I have to, please don't let minor differences distract you, for your time I thank you

before it goes away . . .



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What I'm doing is different than the prototypical, and it's abstract beyond the thoughts of literal, cynical, or minuscule. Sharing my thoughts and views, my eyes and sight, so naturally my rear view; which is now a clear view, true hue, free of blues, heavenly clues.
Who is this dude? The same one to talk of the holy and the fake ones, problems solved and ones we're still running from, the ticks and tacks, snakes and rats, the this and that, political campaigns and internal gains, media propaganda and the wise seeing through lies of santa, vices and fast lifes, beautiful bright days and cool, calm, dark nights. Can one have two sides to them, or, are the apparent really tones of the one?
Whose to say, and what's the truth? I strike with words and mental projections that are vast and wide in variety, if you read deep enough you can see the roots. What's the purpose... well shit, that's up to you. When I write it, I give it up, my words are now ours, what was his is now theirs, what's the use in knowledge if it ain't shared?

So just vibe to the ride I take you on through this lyrical exercise and cognitive enterprise. Ladies love yourself for more than your shape, face and thighs, don't be preoccupied with how to get guys, know the real you is what's between your eyes, if he ain't real enough to see that then girl don't waste your time. Fellas can we not only be concerned with the cheddar, let's not worry about another being better, let's listen to our inner voice and remember there is always a choice, it ain't about suits, bling, and whips, salaries, biceps or chicks; going above all that is the realest shit.
This is the mode for me now, I fly high so I won't come down, this is the vibe for the day, live it up before it goes away!

15 yrs n countin
ambitionz as a ridah