I made friends with a flight of steps upon an empty balcony 
and stepped onto the surface of the mind 
It must have been a while, since she pouted with a face- 
-looking at me like: “you never call, me Nak, you never try” 
Another cold night on the top; caught walking on the roof 
As I fall into another cracked tile 
I always thought the moon could inspire if your head’s cocked sideways 
So now it’s looking like a fat smile 
I’m sorry for neglecting you, I know it’s been a while 
Since we met face to face eye to eye 
Exhale the warm air, wipe the mirror to the soul 
As I tossed all my “sorry” to the sky! 

Let’s go! 

And I wonder if the stars ever sit on God’s terrace 
and view me with an equal adoration 
And I wonder if the thunder ever trembles at the grumble 
of the stomachs of a hungry generation 
Another verse for meditation... a heart full of prayer 
a pocket full of wishes for comets that fly by 
Imagination nauseates upon tall places 
and it vomits beneath the night sky 
And these past few years been the toughest... 
plundering the comfort out of this rough mattress 
I had to gather with the Father on the roof of the palace 
and reflect upon the tough chapters: (Listen) 
‘Character development,’ ‘theme,’ ‘plot,’ and ‘context’ 
Discipline is currency for purchasing your progress 
Not the ‘cover’ and ‘genre,’ but ‘content’s’ 
the cost of revival: from coffin to onset 
I either have an allergy for symmetry 
Or baffled at the beauty, captivated by the twinkling 
The fashion of the infinite, I’ve not the slightest inkling 
-But stars flicker reminiscent of the Father blinking 

Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people 
With freedom and healing that rests in the sequel 
-Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through 
(The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you) 
Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people 
With freedom and healing that rests in the sequel 
Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through 
(The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you) 

So pause and reflect- we forgot what we look like 
Attempt to replicate but never seem to look right 
We barter soul for whatever seems to looks nice 
We seek truth from the sunrise to goodnight 

Give praise by appraising every lesson ever learned 
As the warm summer breath comes caressing every "Word:" 
The trail’s full of hurt, though progression is uncertain 
Have faith He’s directing every turn 
Another confirmation; shooting star passes 
I call upon His name refueling a snuffed passion 
While the act of... uprooting tough habits 
Is hard when you lack practice and your stance stays passive 
So now I’m back to this "movement" of active improvement 
With passion so ruthless a track to induce it 
Subdue comfort: atrophy of mind 
I realized, packed, and stashed it all behind: 
Pageantry of lies and the vanity of style 
Just give me God, sky, and a canopy of tile 
My eyes feast on the blackest canvas 
Time speaks spinning on a backwards axis 
It’s like the planet’s doing everlasting back flips 
A mystery and Science can’t match the hand print 
Infinite musician... universe is music 
"Strung" together; seamless celestial legato 
When life is so short, I’m suggesting that God knows 
Stars above our heads look a lot like staccatos 
Heavenly concerto, creation in progress 
Masterful touch as it “accents” the concepts 
No man can fathom this level of complex 
Six days had passed like “allegro” then God “rest” 
I’m just a kid who sees the night differently 
An art gallery of masterful capability 
So God bring clarity and send the rain of heaven 
For a clear bright night and another waning crescent 

It’s reflection. 
So be still.