Relentless optimism and sensitivity to the hope in the promises.
Confession unable to break self-confidence.
Competitive cruelty.
Shizzle chiseler.
Creative and adaptive.
Comfortable in my sweats.
Re-joisting the rejoicing.
Tranformative transport.
Language for our language removing the narrative of our narrative.
Cross fit.
Ray, I say, today
warm the swarm
light the right
sun the Rays
of dances and plays.
Play to pray.
Pray to say
sons of the sun
outshine the gray.
It’s almost May
the month I say
I was born a son
to still the fray.
Rap, Unwrap, Wrap, Boots, No Bootstrap, No Entrap, No Stop Gap, No Speed Trap, Need tap.
My accident was my accent and emphasis
blocking my purpose and synthesis.
Uncommon sense as sensei from Providence.
Returning to restore my confidence.
Action becoming prominence
from obedience, not dominance.
Let me pick where you didn’t leave off.