“Broke Ways”

Welcome, just imagine a vast imagination of ideas and cleqshe. The rich robbing the poor. These times, I’ve never seen before. Came far in life, even pregnant pauses just not brief nor long enough. I’m not running anyone down, verbally nor physically. My style of writing is not compact. I’m not an evil Prophet. I’m not ignorant, because sense is most I bring. My words wrapped your brains just as my turban. Some days I want to go back to the Ocean where space meets. In my ways , up nights plus days. All the time, staying kind until broke days becomes, “Broke Ways.” This not wishy and washy. Hair rough, tough and curly like wool. Mi done past them stage them…Mek sure yuh can sight good. Who should pave the way then? Still but yet I never made it. But I’ll pave the path to Jesus Christ’s salvation. Glorious deeds are done from the heart that brings joys. Will I be able to afford the peas for the rice? It’s such hypocritical to except jewels from heathens who delivers great messages but without understanding. After debauching myself, it seems harder to write the next piece. Even without the help of writers blocked. Good conversations are hard to come by and good to have with a stranger( someone who you haven’t grown up with). Staying up late hours after spiritual hours are a thing of the past. Just as writing words on papers are a thing of the past. Reminiscing on times spent conversations late nights with use to be, friends. Unbelievable, do the math. It’s like colonoscopy, uncomfortable but makes sense once the pain felt. The mad grass takes me on another plain, another heights, another level sometimes other dimensions. My body is evolving to the end of times, even my teeth became sensitive. To the point where sensydine is the only toothpaste I’m able to utilize. It’s kind of like understanding physhics without the instruments. Which form in the word of enlightenment. Question in my mind came to thought, how do I recuperate? After debauch, it’s mentally and physically exhausting to a point of paralipsis. No money, no honey but what’s new? Finding myself at odds with these racist some, leading to the point of arguments. A tried hiding from my 5th spirit but could only stay still. Would offer a million dollars but doesn’t have one dollar to offer, dealing with these, “Broke Ways.”