Spirit
“Faith begins where control ends.”
Imaginary Wings
Only getting heavier
because your wings are growing.
Bigger wings fly higher.
“Growth often feels like weight before it feels like flight.”
When the world
gets heavy on your shoulders,
imagine
it’s your imaginary wings—
only getting heavier
because they’re growing.
Bigger wings
fly higher.
And that’s when the world
becomes as light
as your feathers.
Crafted Language
A crafted cadence
became a crafted language.
It’s all peace.
“Peace comes after the work agrees with the soul.”
Trying to find me
was insanity.
Delusional
to who I had to be
versus what I was meant
to achieve.
A crafted cadence
became a crafted language.
I shape these statements
from heart,
mind,
and patience.
It’s all peace.
Facial hair grown beastly,
sideburns kicking
like Ron Wesley.
Skillmatic.
Still magic.
I manage to average
ninety-nine lines a day—
my capital
increasing
since I found my way.
First letter J.
Last name: e la he.
Don’t mistake me
for nobody.
ALLAH really got me.
Letters for After
Since we know that’s impossible,
I write these letters
so they can outlive me.
“Some lives continue through language.”
I’m afraid to die.
I want to live forever.
Since we know
that’s impossible,
I write these letters
so they can outlive me.
Maybe I can teach
my children
and my grandchildren
the real me.
The meaning of truth.
The meaning of peace.
Show Me
God—I’m saying,
please show me
the direction they can’t.
“Direction is revealed when certainty is surrendered.”
God, now is the time.
I need you to reveal
the hidden line,
the path I should be taking.
My Apple Maps
has GPS.
My Google Earth
has destinations.
God—I’m saying,
please show me
the direction they can’t.
Not the fastest route.
Not the safest one.
The right one.
Lead me
to the place
I can stand in
and remain.