Dexsta Ray

Gold Star - 12,888 Points (March 8,1994 -)

Dying Touch - Poem by Dexsta Ray

Confusion... needs to leave
Stop decieving
Me
The plot to lock my dreams down
Keeping Faith in God
Though I can't
See
What chains breached the way seen
I ain't free and can't reach
The same peace
I used to
Have
And drained, see, I'm doing bad
For Christ's sake
At least, that's what I tell myself, now
The truth is either swept
Or kept underneath
Me
In death, I left a freed speech
Of things need
To be exhumed... Calling to the me in tune
The sight of the vision
Before I had the periscope I used to fight insufficience
I look for my intervention
To rival madness, kind of got me trapped
Thinking, God or satan, then replay it  to the Bible tracks
I'm saying, Lord, I ain't as strong as Job
But He beg to differ
All the mess ain't litter of the soul but the globe
Just enrobed
The trust is gone, what is much to figure?
Half the time
It's never half as bad as the half assigned
Thinking spirit...
Stand aligned again
Back to when the Light was clear to shine again
It's designed to win
Cracking open scriptures, disappointed
Now aligned again, but nothing mis-appointed
Even in the darkness of the desert
Part away from pleasure
Crazy measures
Hardened, regions, start to Jesus!
Not to lead myself, don't
Follow
'Less both eyes are open, and not seeking help
Guard the secrets of the larger visions
Know and thrown though smart
But hidden
Camels and needles
And holding on to the longest roads though the cards
Leaving
Can't believe me? Seems I overload on holy quotes
Then depart, regard demons, risk to get me lost
Like a Christian does...
Until resist the
Touch
No more

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016



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