Revelations 3:17

LUKEWARM.

FLOURISH COLOR.

The Grad.

Ion know what to call this one.

A different love, I am mixed up myself. How can heat fall to cold? Your body is fit for my hands. We are both in bed but our heads are in the sky, and our back grew wings then we took flight. The air is for everyone, but belongs to no one. Like the sun breaking rules I will stay up for you. Off in the back of a community call the Vill, I made a young girl that made me feel. Then came paradise. But this ain't even bout her. It's about you. You are beautiful. You can't be tamed changed blamed or shame. A familiar angel speaks to me often, yall know him. Sometimes I am balanced. And the stairway is in sight. But like most people greatness fears me too. Then i chunk my dueces to the sky, like preciate you homie. If I've lost you, let me bring you back.

Anything is possible. Just stay with me.

GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS...GIRLS I DO ADORE

I PROMISE

I PROMISE I WILL UPDATE YOU MORE OFTEN NOW. TOO MUCH SHIT BE HAPPENIN. LOL.

IN LIVING COLOR.

...CONCRETE JUNGLES...

My appreciation for words are increasing everyday. Listening to the beginning, the climax, and the conclusion gives my thought, voice. Almost as a clear as picture to the eye. I am loving this transition like my lucky number 7. Knowledge of self, can be a beautiful thing. Everything happens for reason, and nothing by coincidence. My tongue shall keep HIS praises flowing like fresh springs. Because I AM GRATEFUL. Healing bows from believing so hard, I won't give up. He marks his neck, "A lion among men". For the life we live speaks for itself. And when I am able to fully embrace truth, standing still. I am inspired by years of experience, I have yet to obtain. However Solomon asked for KNOWLEDGE, AND KNOWLEDGE WAS GIVEN UNTO HIM. These concrete veins that lead to these concrete hearts will no longer be a burden. But soon to be the hazel around the pupil that burns to be great. My dream is the dream, picture this.

MY HAIKU POETRY

Haiku is a form of japenese poetry.
5-7-5 (Syllabic organization)
A literal and poetic implication.

And let there be light
For it shall tell a story
One can overcome the dark.

What I can not touch,
is abstract to my realm
no such thing as love.

..I MISS THEM...

THE MISTRESS...(Not finished)

She was born alone. Yet she wasn't adopted. In search for an insight, that would bite, only for her. Pleasure. Then their was a wind that blew, like a controlled action going unexplained. And his personification will forever inconsistently stay changeless. Then a wind begin to penetrate the beautiful orafices that, in which she was born. Birth was gave to Pleasure, for him. Irony. The finest jewel that our own earth would offer, could never even compare. She, was.

...BOMBSHELL...

...GO GET THIS NOW OR YOU DON'T LOVE YOUR MAMA....

A SATISFIED CUSTOMER...

...EVERYTHING STARTS WITH PURPOSE...

In hopes that a release of thought will flush me pure. Change. Knowing that I am guided by a higher power gives me much comfort, just not as much as it should. This I know. Working on faith and strengthening THE esoteric power, no one knows. I am in faith's weight room like every other day, power lifting. I just know I can be great. Searching for my purpose, cultivating my curiosity. Performing live, through expression. If only it was just me.

Just me.

To vacate from the world, i find myself lifted. A tradition, practiced amongst many. Still I try to fight the black and white, and flourish color. I want to exist in abundance versus just existing. Who wants to just be here? "And it's been long time coming. But I know, change gone come." I will def. make my mark, but my mark will not make me.

My mark.

I heart my situation. Fame? No. But for the longest, that's what I thought I success was. Blessings of life have left me stepping stones here and there, for me to climb higher. I want to return the favor. And one day hear, "Zachary Jerome Taylor, job well done!" I'll accept my award and brightly embellish the world with a smile. As I reap a great harvest, I'll have it transcend it's own greatness, in seeds. See, and that way the dream will never die.