caupernaum pt.1*

village of comfort.

Hebrew Translation

sin full-grown, gives birth to death; taking away all your energy and your breath. where inequities from personal views are shared as a general problem; each of us has our transgressions, and not every one of them is worth solving.

the relationships we keep must be essential to our well-being, without these functions, I will never give you access; see. I want for my village to be ample of unconditional care, concern, and love fully dressed!

this village watches over my son, I have given a honorable position before the relation had begun; why? you’re apart of this family, whether you like me or not, love becomes our mutual understanding.

I’m ok with a fellowship of just two, maybe three; I could keep my eyes closer, watching a crowd that brought the power of thee. I am not the only one on watch; my God will always cover my blind spots, even after the day my heart stop!

GeHarashim*

valley of skilled workers.

Hebrew Translation

I am compelled to follow the path drawn out for me, enduring the valleys that will ply me with strength to walk all endeavors; the quality of dynamism I possess, cannot allow negativity in at any measure.

those that follow my lead, know that I’m walking with them, and not ahead; showing an example to reciprocate is the best way to make sure your team isn’t mislead.

I am expanding my cerebration with blueprints of larger plateaus, full of momentum; having a certain confidence over yonder, is allowing your existence to be more than just a system.

centralized*

finding that center is what’s important to me; it doesn’t matter what happened in the beginning.

there’s more to existing, than living for another’s opinion; no one else control’s you, only you haver that dominion. the certification of someone else also doesn’t complete you as a person; I mean you are the only version.

everything is revolving, always full-circle, looking for life to be more than improbable. Coasting through life trying to keep up with its obstacles.

I’ve been getting my ass kicked hard; all I want is for my child and I to live a life without putting up our guards.

Ghostly Mood*


thinking about the scariest thing possible, having moments where Iโ€™m not sure if this might be a low audible, or is it a ghost? being haunted because I don’t know how to not do the most.

so it seems like my vibrant energy disturbs the dead, and I’m not sure how that works, but I said what I said. feeling like you can conquer this piece of work, my energy is like a virus; this energy will spread! starting from your toes and will work itโ€™s way to your head. Oohโ€™s, is creepy, and the booโ€™s, thatโ€™s sleepy.

I’m not just saying, this is really real, getting smacked by a sheet, and looking at the floor to see no feet. Whoa! yet, as I speak I’m feeling the cold in these chillsโ€ฆ goosebumps up and down my arm – the room is warm, yet every nerve in my body keeps jumping like I ainโ€™t got the heat on.

everyday is scary, and being in a house alone, automatically takes your mind to this is a haunted homeโ€ฆ here comes paranoia now, as if you seen the โ€˜Itโ€™ the clown. this is an unusual poem, the tradition of it is peculiar; maybe as you keep going youโ€™ll see that itโ€™s always better when its unfamiliarโ€ฆ


ultimately it’s nothing really left to say, ghosts donโ€™t talk anyway, they make retarded noises, thinking they are really haunting the people that left them roses, when really its new tenants didnโ€™t know this..