🖋️An Era

I’ve been caressed by the flesh,
But I’m still Stone

And I’ve been expressed in these text,
But I’m unknown

What I possess I profess,
Through the lyrics of a poem

And through letterpress I progress,
To an era of my own

I was prepared for this battle,
Now it’s all on me
So if I lose and meet the gravel
Where else could the blame be
See I was born in the shadow
Of those before me
But I learned quick to travel
Or remain for eternity

I’ve witnessed
The fall of a king
And I’ve glimpsed what most would call unseen

Now my words form with a gleam
Cause they glint
With a splint of me

Yes I’ve evolved
But to what degree

I’m still a fraction of what was
And a fraction of what once shall be

A repetition
Of history
Am I destined to this simplicity
Only time will see

I try to control fate
But I think fate controls me
Cause no matter my strength
At times
I still feel weak

Is what I’m trying to grasp that sleek

I think for most
My thoughts are too deep
That’s why they get lost to the beat
Instead of exploring the depths
They get lost to the sea
And instead of a graceful death
They get lost to the beast

Is that a lost for me

Who created all these mysteries
And made I and them interweave
And I find it rather interesting

That with all the knowledge in the world
People still living off they instinct
The righteous and the wicked
Are marching in sync
And those watching won’t blink
Damn I spilled my ink

Need a new quill
That one was getting too bleak
Than again, so many words are cheap
Only expensive when you live them, To Be
And to think

I’m self-taught
I read the Glyphs for me
But experience graduated me
So self-respect a be the class ring
A Moorish Man on a mission
There’s nations afraid of me

Trial by fire
A divine igniter
Feel free to admire
Everything I came to be
After all I overcame to reach

This peak

That’s so high it’s deep
So alive it reeks
And so lethal it reaps
But to each

It’s own

Like to you this is poetry
But to me it’s home
And this honesty is the only time I feel whole

Know what mean

More than words
This is what I do, feel, and believe
All I am
What I breath
What I bring
What I want and need

What a Wonderful Masterpiece

And all life
Is sacred to me

Think different
Please don’t say it to me
Say I got a 7th sense in which you don’t believe
And it’s through an 11th finger in which I bleed
I mean

This ain’t the pen no more
This is me

Bloodstains change to inkblots
What do you see

Nah scratch that
I’m not what I seem
Reflecting lights that can
Never mirror the God in me

God in We
Church, Indeed