I am what?

Is that what faith is?

Is that what faith is, to put your eyes on the positive instead of the negative and

Promising the promises and

Remembering that the word lives and it

Finds you where you’re hiding

I don’t know why you backsliding

STOP. it.

The promises await you they don’t wait for you

They coming to get you

Keep calling them.

Pssh, might as well call it,

Act like you were the promise’s worst date ever

And stalk him. Shoot

Lies between the eyes when they glamourize the disguises

Realize that-that-that, that-that-that

Record only skips you back to move forward.

Let it play enough and you’ll get in a little groove on it.

Mess around start dancing and

one of two things happens:

Get comfortable or

get creative.

Comfortable dies.

That’s the poison of a lazy boy, it’s so comfortable you just gotta kick back and relax sometimes

Just enjoy a little nap, sublime- in your drink miss?

I’ll get it. Don’t get up.

Don’t move.

Don’t speak, those words are poisonous to my ears cause I want them to be said.

And they do nothing for me.

So you poison me with your spoiling me.

Don’t spoil me, punish me.

Tell me what I did wrong but love me anyway.

Show me why my pride ain’t holy but uplift me.

Don’t you dare quote me.

Don’t you dare crush me.

Honestly, I’ll be the one to let you get too far until you’ve got God to wrestle with.

Honey I’m protected on every single side and I trust

That you must smell it off me.

Creativity ain’t held back by me

I wonder if creativity is like a cat to me.

I always said that cats don’t like me,

That’s not entirely true.

They just aren’t as enthused about me as

I am to see one, see I never had one

But the furr was always enough to send my brother to the hospital.

And just holding one makes the left side of my face

Swollen a little.

I always said that cats don’t like me

Heh. Not like I care, I’m a dog person anyway.

Cause their excitement gets you excited,

Their enjoyment makes you enjoy it,

And it’s just throwing a ball down the hall.

And they don’t even return it to you.

You the one fetching and coming back.

Am I a yo-yo?

Am I a toy, something to enjoy watching and

Getting excited about but once you get it in your hands

All the skill that was masterfully handling the circumstance

Sits idle in your hands cause you don’t know what you’re doing.

Or worse you try and try and I seem to be working but stop so far away from you.

Or worse you’re “trying me out” and I keep coming back, only to get tangled all up in you

Fingers curved and bent in uncomfortable positions,

See you shouldn’t have touched me.

I’m too much. I’m simple but your simple mind can only handle the complex stuff.

Go eat your cereal and get ready for school

I’ma spell it out for you:

My. Poetry. Is. Obvious.

I say what I say and don’t intend it any special way but if you can find a third and fourth meaning

You got more insight than me.

Honestly If I’m complex then I don’t wanna be.

I keep remembering that God uses the simplest things to confound me

And confound it all, I’m confounded by all of the creative creatures that he’s placed around me

Yet one big fish says, “You’re skilled if you let go.”

And another says, “I wanna hear how good you glub. Glub. glub.”

All I want to do is be in awe and wonder.

And I can’t do it sitting on a shelf.

So read me.