Spilled Thoughts

Forgive me for being bitter,/

but I could cry you a river,/

and I don’t know if your boat/

is big enough to stay afloat/

on these turbulent quotes./

A sour patched kid; life ain’t sweet,/

like my Kool-Aid and tea./

As long as my heart beats,/

I’ll never run out of sheets/

for my thoughts to lay down and sleep./

Peep the sweat, tears, and blood on the leaf./

I rake these thoughts into a pile/

and see how you react to them/

as I sit back and smile./

Independent though I’m/

dependent on what I’m penning./

Follow who?  Follow you?

See, I got my own lead

I got to follow through./

I follow clues of He who/

leaves behind proof/

of His existence/

and appears to be see through./

On this bandaged planet,/

I hold more weight than water,/

but spill these contaminates,/

when they’re too heavy/

for my head to handle it./

I don’t want to desecrate/

these young minds that’s great./

The ink can spill like oil/

anywhere on God’s brown soil./

I spread life instead of MegaDeath

I try to stay upbeat/

and Jazzy like Jeff./

A Fresh Prince when I grab pens/

and commence a thorough cleanse/

of ear canals for His/

Holy Spirit to flow in./