Disconnect

There's a disconnect

This internet

Connects

Yet disconnects

U think it helps you re-connect

The endless stream of truth or lies

By this screen- we're mesmerized

The days, the time just passes by 

We'd rather send a text

Not ready to hear their voice just yet

 The Disconnect

Just email me your dreams or thoughts

Busy binging on these videos I watch

Post on my wall, Happy Birthday to all

Hypnotized by this screen, no urge to call

The Disconnect

Gonna write these words for all the world to see

Then maybe, just maybe they'll like me

If U feel the disconnect

There's still time to re-connect

Not saying ban the internet

Rather, ban the Disconnect

Use it  to your advantage

Don't let it take control of U

Your time on earth is brief,  So manage

To do what you were born to do

August Clouds

8/22

AUGUST CLOUDS

What can you say in August to the boy who’s father left us?  
It’s all part of a master plan? 
The God of this world is really a man?  

See the look upon his face, his steady nervous pace, 
the hope -just a trace -the clouds are falling into place. 

Can you see them? The clouds are caving in. CAVING IN.  
Yes the weather seems good today but the clouds will have the final say.  For when the forecast is at hand -"It’s all part of the master plan," (says the weatherman.)
                                 Last August the clouds seemed so far away.  The weatherman predicted clear skies today! Then reminded you that even a little bit of rain can't drown out the pain.  (Wait, what’s he trying to say?)

August means the end of summer fun -when you are young.  
A new cycle begins. Some will lose and some will win.  
For the boy all cycles have ended.  He is shattered, unraveled
 -in a whirlwind you can’t ever know; unless you've been there before. 

Forecast calls for tornadoes tomorrow. Reminding you of the time you have and how it's borrowed.  
Yes tornadoes can bring you down to the ground -yet they’re gone in a flash.  But these clouds will hover and cast (their grip on you).

“We don’t need no clouds, no.”  Somebody famous once sang.(who?)  Then the clouds came calling for him.  Now all we hear are his echos and the boy does  too (within)

The echo of his fathers’ footsteps, the echo of the clearing of his throat, every echo of every sound his father ever made, he knows.  

They told him to rely on the most high because he controls the clouds.(Now repeat it out loud)  "He controls the clouds." 

It is all part of a master plan.  
Makes no sense to the boy this August. 

He doesn't feel like the rest of us.

We could see the clouds hovering above but we couldn't see the boy. For he stood in the midst --of the clouds grips. 

This was thier separation.

And his fathers’ preparation.

August Clouds here to pull somebody in.

The boy knows… it isn’t him.

Let the healing begin.

Destination: 7th Floor

Step inside. 
The next world is waiting

Destination, 7th floor.

Reaching out, reaching up

In slow motion 

being elevated

Softly he sang:

Take me 2 the 7th floor
A love is waiting
that  I've never known before

Take me 2 the 7th floor 
 The aftershow

His smile curved wide
 but just 2 one side
As he began flowing

2 the next paradigm

Softly he sang:

Take me 2 the 7th floor, I've given all I can. There is no more

Take me 2 the 7th floor,  A new world awaits me

A new world 2 explore

His breathing slowing
A  peaceful wind blowing
A bright light in sight
glowing
glowing

Softly he whispered

Take me 2 the 7th floor, Where we dance as spirits, 
Our flesh no more

Take me 2 the 7th floor, Another song is playing
 I can hear the chords

 In Each beat, Each string, Each horn

 Music Divine

I am Reborn

on 
The 7th floor