I’ve seen your face but didn’t knew who you were. I heard the footsteps screeching by upon the hallways while lying in my room. It was warm but windy outside while the sun shines bright. I stared at The Sun in disbelief while listening to Her music. The night turned cold, I was wearing the strangest of winter coat. My belly was empty, why can’t I breathe hunger asked? It’s so hard to grow because life is not all electrical. The world has gone crazy even when it makes no sense. I’m not the one guy who’ll lay his life down for all humanity but I’ll do for Elohim (Jesus Christ). He is the beginning, the end, Alpha and Omega, King Of All Kings(KOAK), The Father, The Song and The Holy Spirit. What goes around comes around. Life can be so hard to have your cake plus eating it too. So what’s going on in your stomach? Are all your foods being breaking down while consuming. Why is it hard to help self sometimes? I could have almost been a goalie but it is still all in a dream. Listening to these blues, I’ve realized I’ve never had a real loving relationship with that special broken ribs. My heart never got wrapped up in clover, nor found conversations within my dreams. No one to rest my cheeck on. No one to claim, as mines. Even while being married twice, oh what a shame! But it’s interesting, to be able to borrow a spouse. Thy Lord treats me just right. What if I was an animal for example, a goat plus etc? Days I’ve woken and I’m happy that I’m his child. Even while broken dreams taunts me. I’ve become a million or two some. I’ve surrendered my love to his majesty. I’m surrounded by his Mercy and Love, so I would die for him. And so shall I confess to his everlasting life and glory. Victorious is his names for Jesus Christ’s sakes. This is no secret geography, but a King of heart that leads you to a dance. Just as Sting, I’m a man of one mask not multiple. Have you checked the logistics of The Sun of lately? As I listen to the sound of a heavily pouring stream of water. While observing a flock of flying pigeons almost soreal, such ceremonic view. Even curse words have became blurps. Thinking of coming up with a blurb for concepts and philosopies. Wish me some good licks and keep me in your prayers.
*Exousia*
