My outcry is by freedom

"Yet these emotions are so scattered,
Making no sense like they never mattered.
No paper could record these thoughts,
But let my focus be what Jesus taught."

"My outcry is by freedom,
That by these words I can lead'em.
These thoughts that are random,
The cost of a reckless abandon.
My mind has drifted as I stare,
My mind is lost and not aware.
One asks why I look alone,
My only answer, my mind is a poem.
A neverending story of lines and twists,
A neverending philosophy that's missed.
Emotions spiral into highgear,
As this pen strokes the paper it holds so dear.
Yet it seems my point is missed,
As this very rhyme is dissed,
My mind stuck in a poetic bliss."

"And that my mind is full of emotions,
And full of many unknown notions,
Stuck in my heart, these poetic oceans"

This place I talk about I don't fully understand, yet I dwell in it daily.
You know when i don't write and I feel such a love for poetry and hip hop, I feel empty of the and confused, then full and ready to explode in emotion and poetry> My mind is an ocean of emotion and poetry and need I say deep emotion, when I finish a poem, I feel satisfaction or shall I say fullfilment, in Christ. I feel where this ocean once existed, in that very part of me that I am talking about, tired, exhausted, but in a good way. There is a place in my heart, soul, and mind. It is filled with Christ, emotion, understanding, deep thoughts and words. It seems this place fills up and needs to be exhausted or can I say, gratification in the Spirit. I can't explain myself in this place or what it is, you know the poem criticism and a thousand thoughts, I briefly explain it.

<>< Apprentice