The Unquestioning Mind of a Miracle

People of the west,
please stop asking so many questions...

Because true miracles happens to those who shape them
When we were born,
we were given a dogie bags from heaven
filled with leftovers from the fruits of the spirit
that we had already eaten and inherited

as the Maker of those miracles manifested
into those spiritual fruits within us a body of clay
clay crafted within us
so that we could shape miracles into our day-to-day

Yet instead of using it we started abusing this gift
as we drift through an analysis paralysis of trying to perceive the process of how Miracle happens

believing that we can consciously capture it, master it
and bottle it into a top selling self-help book for only 9.99

People of the west,
please stop asking so many questions...

Because blessings happen in disguise
like masked vigilantes
and to ask a vigilante to remove it's mask
is to move it towards death itself
thus becoming the architect
of it's destruction

We are an obstruction to justice
The justice of blessings bliss
And no it's not just some outside circumstance
outside of our control
it's just us that are doing this

and it's a crime
a crime worthy of capital punishment...
for the heart

Cause blessings in disguise are the arteries that keep blood pumping into the heart
keeping it alive
and trying to find out the human hideout
in which they hide
is like doing an open heart survey
and tearing the heart apart
all out of an unbridled scientific curiosity of where it was
in this world
that Blessings began to start

People of the west,
please stop asking so many question...

I'm not saying to stop asking questions altogether
just to stop asking so many
Cause now-a-days
it's become more as if were holding some Q&A session
with a preconceived agenda of asking and answering questions
that will contain something
that was never meant to be contained here
that will explain something
that was never meant to be explained here
that will clarify something
that was never meant to be made clear
here, on earth...

I'll answer this one question for you...
by saying Miracles DO happen...
But the biggest one of all...
didn't happen here first

The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz

Clear Clare Clarity

Clear…Clare… Clarity...
I seek to find her, to see her one last time outside of the vision I have of her in my mind. We were basically raised together; lived right next door to each other in fact. As I look back, the most memorable memory I had of her was that...

Every night I would wake up from a nightmare to find her on my rooftop waiting to be let into my little window. And every time she came to that window our ritual would begin. I would give her the same glare that said "NO NO NO NO, your not coming in." But with every glare I gave her, Clare would respond without hesitation by shining her smile upon me. An encapsulating , enchanting, extravagant smile. A smile that always- like the strong man I was- made my yeses be yes, and my no's' be...well... she made those yeses too. 

Well this secretive ceremony lasted from when we were just kids to when I grew into a guy's guy. You know what I'm talking about right? Right around the first time when you were clearly told that you had to have been a fag to not be hitting that. And as I walked away prepared to show the guys just how much of a faggot I wasn't, their words gave me a flash back to the good times before that comment. 

 And as I reflect back, I actually remember one time that she had offered me an opportunity to touch and feel the fullness of her content. To which I firmly and absolutely said… no. Cause I didn't need to touch her body to feel her glow...I still don't know why she made that offer. Maybe at the time she was getting pressured by the confusion sisters down the street, or getting laughed at by her older compromising cousin that came to her families Christmas once a year. All I know is that when I looked at her face the day she made that offer and saw her tears, I knew I never again wanted to see her make such a shameful face of that kind. 

Yet, as we flash-forward to my attempt to prove my manhood by forcefully trying to seduce her, I am shocked to see her face rewind right back to that painful time. Speechless... I step away. Wanting with all of my breath to say... "God Clare so I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what I have become. I couldn't resist following in the steps of my bloodline. After all, I'm conformity's son." But I can see in the eyes of Clare that it's clear the damage is done. As she slaps me and runs, leaving pain shooting across my face and leaving my soul... numb…

Since then out of shame I've shed my family name. But yet still she hasn't returned. Despite how I’ve grown since then and despite all I’ve learned. So if you’re hearing this clear, than Clare...
Please come back to me
Please come back to thee
Please come back to be
My clarity...

The Movement Continues...

- Rhetorical Artz

So true to how we write things

This video from charlie brown is a perfect way to describe what people do when they write a book report, or really anything. I have done all the things that this video depicts. Hope you enjoy it!
The Movement Continues...
- Rhetorical Artz