I made friends with a flight of steps upon an empty balcony
and stepped onto the surface of the mind
It must have been a while, since she pouted with a face
looking at me like: “you never call me Nak, you never try”
Another cold night on the top caught walking on the roof
As I fall into another cracked tile
I always thought the moon could inspire if your head’s cocked sideways
So now it’s looking like a fat smile
I’m sorry for neglecting you, I know it’s been a while
Since we met face to face eye to eye
Exhale the warm air, wipe the mirror to the soul
As I tossed all my “sorry’s” in the sky!

Let’s go!

And I wonder if the stars ever sit on God’s terrace
and view me with an equal adoration
And I wonder if the thunder ever trembles at the grumble
of the stomachs of a hungry generation
Another verse for meditation a heart full of prayer
a pocket full of wishes for comets that fly by
Imagination nauseates upon tall places
and it vomits beneath the night sky
And these past few years been the toughest
plundering the comfort out of this rough mattress
I had to gather with the Father on the roof of the palace
reflect upon the tough chapters:
‘Character development,’ ‘theme,’ ‘plot,’ and ‘context’
Discipline is currency for purchasing your progress
And the ‘cover’ and ‘genre,’ but ‘content’s’
the cost of revival: from coffin to onset
I either have an allergy for symmetry
Or baffled at the beauty, captivated by the twinkling
The fashion of the infinite, I’ve not the slightest inkling
But stars flicker reminiscent of the Father blinking

Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people
With freedom and healing that rests in the sequel
Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through
The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you
Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people
Freedom and healing it rests in the sequel
Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through
The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you

So pause and reflect we forgot what we look like
Attempt to replicate but never seem to look right
We barter soul for whatever seems to looks nice
We seek truth from the sunrise to goodnight

So give praise by appraising every lesson ever learned
As the warm summer breath comes caressing every Word:
The trail’s full of hurt, though progression is uncertain
Have faith He’s directing every turn
Another confirmation; shooting star passes
I call upon His name refueling a snuffed passion
While the act of uprooting tough habits
Is hard when you lack practice and your stance stays passive
So now I’m back to this movement of active improvement
With passion so ruthless a track to induce it
Subdue comfort: atrophy of mind
I realized, packed, and stashed it all behind
Pageantry of lies and the vanity of style
Just give me God, sky, and a canopy of tile
My eyes feast on the blackest canvas
Time speaks spinning on a backwards axis
It’s like the planet’s doing everlasting backflips
Mystery and Science can’t match the handprint
Infinite musician... universe is music
Strung together seamless celestial legato
When life is so “short” I’m suggesting that God knows
Stars above our heads look a lot like staccatos
It’s a heavenly concerto- creation in progress
Masterful touch as it “accents” the concepts
And no man can fathom this level of complex
Six days had passed like “allegro” then God “rest”
I’m just a kid who sees the night differently
An art gallery of masterful capability
So God bring clarity and send the rain of heaven
For a clear bright night and another waning crescent

Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people
With freedom and healing that rests in the sequel
Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through
The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you
Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people
Freedom and healing it rests in the sequel
Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through
The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you

It’s reflection.
Be still.