on the third day i rose with prose

Bis Mi Allah: Mi dios (In the name of my GOD:My Lord!)

<--- napping b4 work @ the door

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• Mi In-som-nee

And so back to the pen and the pad as is necessity for me...

Insomnia no longer placates or at my door awaits a date.

It is absurd of course to proliferate and personify this state...

Of being

Though by and by @ times its as if we communicate

Openly AND

Discuss why i am or not going sleep.

See my self and insomny as i refer dearly to (her, him, them???)...

uh hmmm....k, insomy doesnt have a gender today, OK!?!

Have a different type of relational status: voluntary

Seems like the best blood drips from the pen when

I am spending few precious moments with my friend

VOID of sin

Purity in Simplicity

In this time I: forgive,

i delve in,

i do not depend ON any

but him, whom:

gaveth and giveth me life

and him whom: died,

that I may know what is right.

That my minds eye has sight,

That we are not ever deprived from being covered in the light.

ANY WAY HOW AM I SPOSED TO SLEEP WHEN YOU LEAVE ON THAT LIGHT ALL NIGHT???

I am judged inhumanly for my association with this state of being

though this is a state of being extremely freeing

a state of purity in believing

a state of the unseeing seeing, knowing, growing, bowing, aware it is lowly

The soul of the sleepy is glowing and the chalice overflowing.

See her glisten

in judging

you are missin

the seed pop out if the ground

up through the earth she plows

soars higher than clouds

still you put her down

blind to the nature of her crown

mightier than your entire realm

ponder that you are now overwhelmed

and so now watch

she sprouts

dont miss it its prolific

not feigning offering itself to gloriousness

grace to be more specific

exudes through the cell wall

she grown

unto you not all the more tall

though like the rose that grew from concrete

though small thine feet

grand thy walk and wall she depletes

attention the command as she speaks

befriending the meek?

how un natural, so incompatible!

but like the busy bee

she forgetfully proceeds

forgetting her weak kens

and she runs

she loves to lung

and into

the depths of just Ones

she takes a plunge

emerging as merciless

as the judgments you bequeathed

the turn of phrase you did profess

though now dost this rose possess

thorns produced through solitude

once more voluntarily did she seclude

deduce not you'd: her mood

for not in jest does she peacefully protest against

unrighteousness

for w/ the secrets of success

in this likfe and the next

this seed of insomny was blessed.

for not in jest does she peacefully protest against unrighteousness

for w/ the secrets of success

in this life and the next

this seed of insomny was surely Jah blessed.