Wisdom

i got 4 minutes to preach
3 days to teach
2 hours to listen
and 1 second thats given

God grants what he gives before calling us to heaven
the devil takes what he can of us before we know what happened

i dont need reinvention
just a little inspiration
words ideas analogies similes
sweet dreams
flood my mind so commonly
all i ask for is preparation

time to bind these themes together
shoestrings
lace em up one hole at a time
spread my message to a mind thats not blind

to wisdom
or the knowledge that im not all knowing
that the process of still growing
is still growing
within me

i say im still growing
life still knowing what it needs
to teach me
formal education constitutes a small percentage of life's knowledge
therefor i formally ask to educate myself knowing life's challenge
to reach me
is pretty deep

youth gaines many things
but humility is not one
this big water head takes concepts life shows
and drowns them in its own wants
im on one

i can only pray to the muses to invoke lifes patience
as i practice listening
it stands tall and calls for my eyeballs and ears to be fixed in

come young man
right here you can stand
dont have to do much
just listen in
to what i got three days to teach

and
through my headphones
and trusty phone
i show im not hearing
not even trying to be discrete

but its funny how if life had a manifestation
it would look just like somebody who'd lived it
God places angels around us constantly
in the hopes to just one of them
attention we'd give it

so that once we grow older and notice young soldiers
losing the battle to life's bullshit
we've lived it

we'd say

come young per-son
right here you can stand
dont have to do much
just listen in
to what i got three days to teach

and through their mobile phones
and music tones
they can show us independence
freedom to make mistakes
walk through lifes earthquakes

and come out the other end
with wisdom

LovePoem (from tumblr)

she says i am her heart

incarnate.

recently, i told her

she was forgiven before she done it.

we go back and forth

infinitely refinding forever

or the patience required

to get through these days

or over them

long distance a grind worse than any type of illegal hustle

the product you push isnt in your hands

transactions are scarce, hard to plan

but never bland

time stops in between the moments im not with her

everyday life is an annoyance

mosquito bites, fruit flies, little siblings

the tinniest itch that needs to be scratched before i can renegotiate my attention to the girth of her frame.

my breath the very sound of her name.

i say she is my heart, incarnate.

recently, she told me

i was forgiven before i done it.

thats love