Matrix Mode

Riddle me this

How dismal is the turning circle on a square?

That has no answer to bare on the surface

But has called a thought to the hair

Running tracks have no signs

Feet know how to take a turn

Bare bottoms pace their spaces

Hurdles know their tune

It’s not the down that matters

Yet it’s the journey to the “up”

 With each stage met you hold a number

One that will be called and tucked

Stand steady... flow calmly through the system

Rings wrapping, card swiping games

Where hands hold you to stop

And white legs free you to go

Read the signs!

They’re all about you...

This is not a dread locked thing

Divine conception of the heart

Tunnel vision gets you sick

Where can you go when all you find yourself doing is reading the signs?

Makes you miss all that you ought to see

The false sense of being “up there” when you’re really not

When making it to the top is all you can dream

Cause you’re lowest to the low

Stop reading the signs!

Stop being “systemized”

Snap out your trance

And after that you’ll be hearing

We! We! We! All the way home

To comb your kinks to the new beginning

From roots on end

Something about that trend that makes me sick

Make cure for me in my new verse

WAKE up! Get out the system

NY Baby

Wide itself couldn’t have missed the wanton gaze amidst their lashes

Air drew no ticket to wait in line for the next stop

Brown saw brown to clasp themselves for this time

Nothing was planned for this collision

Song birds wore coats to float on dry air That skimmed the lips of a silent tune

Retiring crickets kicked two more legs just to make the dead space alive

But why would nature peek at the 11^th hour?

Could no second wait?

Why didn’t fleeting feet trip on the cord that joined these 2

Where could the police have gone for this moment?

Sweet agony was in the air but only nature could care

Chattering teeth would ask for smoke breaks

But drew bluff as they’d face the wind every now and then

Stupid twisting and turning would make restless legs restless

When all knew what not to do but did it

Useless words

Serious faces

Observation ceremonies and pedestrian recruits

All led to the sudden moment that even new brides hadn’t a clue

Fresh breath... now nothing is said

Fresh breath... now all is thought

Fresh breath... now its happening again...NY BABY! That’s NY for you.

9-4 at 3-9

So many beginnings to one end

Which starts to form slowly

A knitted brow worms closely towards a plateau

Crumpled fingers live life again

 to hear the sound of a familiar scale

A S D F semi colon L K J

Some may have worried

Some wondering what must have gone wrong

Now time has released that slow potion asking for one last time to flow correctly

I think of changing time

With changing pleasure

Like changing season and changing suns

I think of peaking mountains

To flowing rivers

Rolling country to screaming town

I think of where i was

And who i am

Where i’m at and where I’d like to be

But none can compare to what i’ve thought

And what im thinking this is!

The flow of the pen again

I pray it doesn’t end.

Where to?

there is no peace in the shallow memory of the wandering mind

there is no depth in the skimming root that sups along the dried ground

there can be no texture in the leaves out of crumpled buds that hold no promise

there can be no color in the dreamless sky

for the sake of the seed, the tree sheds age

and for the sake of the age, the seed claims likeness

the ongoing cycle of what must be... and just what is

never to wander! only to dive! only to die! only to live!

there is no peace in the shallow memory of the wandering mind

the morn speaks no mercy

the midday says no prayers

the eve begs no reconcile

dried bare bones of "what is" and "what must be"

dried bare bones of "who is" and "who should be"

the collective of "what not" and "who not to be"

drilling the dried ground to take root to sup on "what should be..."

there is no peace in the shallow memory of the wandering mind

where stars wished to be wished upon and passes a purposeless life

when man can stand shadowless and feel more worthy of their coming hour

as birds sing no song! need less to wake to catch the creeping worm

where life is still...

and still there is no peace in the shallow memory of the wandering mind

where there is nothing to remember as we roam

nothing to learn from...

for peace

as peace

to peace

but just to wonder and wander in shallow memory that there is none to have

none at present and where none has passed

how so does that wanderer seek refuge in the tasteless wind
no seed can bare fruit in sight of him end in the grasp of water
no way can be had and all at once each is chosen
what is and what isn't! who's now and who shouldn't
where can and where couldn't the wandering mind save memory of its dawn

Pause

"Calm down!"
just the thought of the phrase infuriates!
10,000 times hotter than rays of a single Canis Majoris
gathering suns in grasp of fury to wield its worthy wrath

"Relax" more than rings a bell!
the ear stings repetitively
striking nerve and ego...nerve and ego!

Bid thee free
as words seek to impale you
as you imbibe in share stupor
roasting will in the lips of chaos

wish no action
and pray no sighting while lava boils slowly
rolling over to the hard cold and solid pronounced
heady chatter leaving bloody feet

yet no part is wished in this massacre
no card is drawn to please this growing anger
let it revert to first steps sought
There is no need for WAR while warriors shave knives

in the PROMISE

The LORD is my shepherd
and what i want is to be led away from what i feel
to take my eyes off what doesn't matter other than HIM
the stare that can turn clocks till still
a gaze that makes a millennia a day

He maketh me to lie in green pastures
he leadth me beside the still waters not only to reflect upon my person
but to feed on HIM and be HIS to work through
to continue to be reminded of his tender mercies and goodness

He restoreth my soul!
right after its failure
exactly at the point of my very need for HE is with me! ALL WAY
nothing shall keep me down when he is there to raise me up again!

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for HIS name sake
not for the praise to be mine
nor the look of things after his blessings
flesh can never hold the awesomeness of his PRAISE the glory of HIS work

and as i walk lest i crawl or perish in this world that has now become the shadow of death to come
My GOD's promise is not to fear!
never to buckle!
NEVER to surrender
FOR THOU ART WITH ME!

thy ROD AND THY STAFF they COMFORT me!
and with this promise i stand tall to say today
that i am that what HE says i am!
i am his to protect for i am HIS

this table amoung mine enemies is evident of HIS keeping grace and POWER
in the midst of the storm
MY GOD IS REAL!!
HE'S REAL in my soul

with HIS anointing and HIS over flowing grace upon my life
i speak of things that will SURELY be GOODLY
by HIS GRACE and HIS MERCY
that SHALL follow me all my days

And me and my house and my houses' house shall
SHALL resolutely reside in the house of my FATHER!
MY KING... my EVERYTHING
FOREVER and EVER!

AMEN!