My Arms

[Conduit]

there are fingernails and cuticles / a wedding band on my left hand / inscribed with something beautiful / that sneaks through skin like contraband / in foreign lands... immutable / underneath it is skin sans-a-tan / it serves as a reminder of a bond I find inscrutable... (what it'll do to you is nothing short of fantastic, more along the lines of "near impossible" with flesh thrown in for good measure, a flesh that holds a treasure...) that's her and me... moved to be / in line with Him, a Trinity, divided at divinity / this plane is a community / of unity (don't look down, love... cuz everyone else is underneath us... don't look up, dove, our eyes can't match what faith will teach us) / some knuckles / a wristwatch / some scars that led to bars in which I spoke of a transgression... uh... but I'm right-handed, and... ehem... I tried to find myself with my right hand but I don't know braille well enough to interpret the sbody language of a strange woman's tongue-in-cheek poses... you cannot reach out and touch what's beyond your own words but some / where / beyond / that / is / where / everything / is / is where / she / lives / is / where / my knuckles on this side were split wide by several walls and not so much by faces, although I've exchanged change with them all... it's just that walls, unlike faces, don't move, don't give, not in the grooves, but I lived to prove that with the right words, the right wall, would eventually fall. Needless to say I was not right, and underneath those is a cigarette burn that was covered by a scab that grew fast enough to have ash dash across it with, you guessed it, kid, another cigarette burn -- twice in the same spot, random acts of pedestrian violence that my skin has yet to silence... and there are more scars here like... well... do you know anything about being dragged through glass in a concrete playground just to earn a day's worth of respect? And still never get the check?

I / raise / both / arms / in surrender to the one / that gave / me / she...

<begin edit>The idea for this came while I was at a gospel concert... I may eventually turn this into something, but I wanted to "sketch" it out here first to see how it went over, conceptually at leat... it's not really a rhyme, but it rhymes enough to be here (at least in the beginning).</end edit>

[Con FusIon]

just to be clear. this is me. I am he. etc. lol

[Highly Lifted]

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN


its been awhile. u still got the tight poetic sht. im still loving it..

ima drop through more, i hope i get to see sht like this.

dope sht confusion

i like how u slid this in, "what it'll do to you is nothing short of fantastic, more along the lines of "near impossible" with flesh thrown in for good measure, a flesh that holds a treasure..."

wow. u still amaze

pz

[Conduit]

HIGHLY LIFTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't wait man... POST.

[Doc Holla]

it's just that walls, unlike faces, don't move, don't give, not in the grooves, but I lived to prove that with the right words, the right wall, would eventually fall.

TIGHT!! A worthy opponent

[#1rapper]

nice..flow was crazy at points

[Wordsmyth]

Yeah this was some fly sh*t, you got skills with the imagery in this. You paint good pictures with words you used and the over all verse was not over worded to say what you wanted to say, if that makes sence. :dry:

Anyway I thought it was tight.. :smoker:

[J. Frost]

i like this the first bar caught me about the weeding band