MizUndastud

 I keep running around in my own equation; separating the highs and lows adjusting to my acquaintances I refuse to give up even though my feet move left; I face two different trains I guess you can say I’ve been train wrecked.  Reminiscing on my past is not the only thing  that’s giving me a bad laugh. I re-created the scenes as if my eyes are pleased to the site that I see, I move with aggression but, stumble over a message of my lesson; but why I feel stuck on the series of webs that crossed me over into hell, Oh well I begin to scale the difference views of what life has given me a peace of mind and a pen and pad to rewrite my history so, I still try to shine when my life begins to darken.  I’ve been giving the tools like Eli and begin to walking; a highroller you called me, but I know of no such thing unless I put on a pinky ring. I walk as if roses were thrown at my feet, I’d rather let them dangle and see the clouds cover me.  It’s no longer an excuse to f...

Listening to the trees I feel the breeze kiss me on my cheeks, I can't resist this invisible shift; letting the rays from afar sit and soak in my skin;  I become a creole black queen who says what she means, Love in the air is fair, I turned around and watch the fire flare, an open book you say how you know books aren't this way; trying to outrun the sharks to stay alive but my crown keeps shifting from side-to-side; As the wind glide past my face my heart begins to race, Continuously riding the wave and counting the days to arrive at this forbidden place and remain calm in this beautiful state; my skin getting stretched and scratch  those are the only scars that's attached to what I hide from the world like a bat; I wear my skin proud like layers and layers of jewels that were meant to be there, Indulging in this... This warm feeling I get excited from the heightened words  that I'm spilling, I let the goosebumps run up and down my spine and move my feet; I speak so...

  Can I pull down the shade and let the moon escavade across the sky and dip down the milky way is where I would lay, The stars twinkle in the night as the shooting star float, I let the moon shine its light on my skin and watch the moon change its phases as I look within;  Sending me messages through the galaxy I get the message like it was tied to me, can’t you see I set the birds free listening for the bees I get stung under the tree while ruffling the leaves; as the wind blow its breeze, lying in the pastures waiting on Omega and Alpha to create a cataclysmic  attraction and watch as life is recaptured; I drifted off and started wandering in the pastures looking to create laughter after laughter the sky cracked a smile and the earth begin to rattle, I awake to the damages all around me I take a step in the lake that separated my faith, I dove right in and begin to drift off and lay again

  Looking at life make me seem basic yet I still follow the path to this unknown world presence that holds my deepest darkest secrets, I chose to be different;  Why do I feel different on the inside? Like some one died instantly to relive a played out dream through the view of my eyes; maybe I feel alive, Second guessing to my disadvantage I stay floating on this roller coaster, sorting out the dips and flips to each corruption that took a uturn that made me stutter each word like a trick; Constantly searching for the words to break me in, I'm a guest box and blatant within, I'm an addict to my own crime I stop the clock when the hands drop and force me to dance like a lifeless puppet I only can mutter out the words like I'm southern.

  Staring away at the world thinking that its so peaceful wondering how it would look if time was as equal too the days that we count, Wondering what it would be like to look at life at a standstill;  Would it be the same as you picture or watching the evils of Lucie unfold as she tilts her crown, A shame as to what we uncover, step in line we all have a number; Waiting to be called as we live the out lived and trying to stay humble when life feel like a pill, Getting to attach to what life is suppose to be, all in all I just want to be free and rise above the quoted statistic am I ballistic or am I setting a noted standard for the stranded; I'm only writing to inquire this pattern for lonely and the crippled stanza. So let me get ahold to this mic and continue to spit the image for you, you, and you as I grip this pen to write the truth.

  At every cost we seem lost sitting in church taking in what the preacher taught even the saints get lost on a whim I begin again listening to the sermon that I take in;  Searching for the right words to say I  forget what the Lord lay, Finding the scriptures to complete me I tumble like the tumble weeds drifting as the wind blow I'm not scared to run this life course; Stating fact I become obsessed in this spirtual conquest gathering all the knowledge that I could I guess and manifesting on Gods promises. Rocking with Eli from test to test I become delivered and the rest is set, looking through the book of progress Elijah became my prophet beloved by many he was known throughout the city.