L.A., this is my home.
Skyscraper kind of love
Empire building from above
Kingless will never be an endless
Dilemma, I am a period but you
Are a comma, You are the dashes
With continuance, You are the carry
Over before it’s all over—ink and pen
Is this tongue when you begin—the ready
Writer, the white horse rider, a name we
Don’t know, but wherever I go there is
The battle, I am the ax you swing, I am
The nation you reprimand, I am the nation
Of silly, of how come, I am the comma after
Sin’s death sentence, I am lasting, I am
Continuing because of You—this name
You drew is a free fall, an endeavor to save us
All—lonely in L.A. some would say, I know there
Are angels but where are its wings?
I have lost sight of the heavenly symphony
Made to enter into something greater than myself—
Made for love and nothing else
Made to pursue, to hunt, to rip through all
That fear has to offer, all that fear can falter,
My life on the altar, a man of sacrifice doesn’t
Think twice of the thrice fold promise:
The word, the blood, the water that carries
Me, the word of washing, the life of gushing with
Light—mom prayed it early and its sun is still rising
In me—hunger, thirst and a dearth of emptiness since
The birth of this Prophet—I am at school sitting still
Like I should, printing pages making powerpoints,
Making slides, printing out more pages of bank statements-
Going back down memory lane when the sky was plain, I
Have this love like an airplane—mom is on it and daily
Rides the heavens for me—death is faced but I won’t carry
Its sting—love, early at best, is ready for the great departure—
Where once again we will land on this fallen ground and set
Up a righteous town, one with Your endless crown—L.A. seems
Nothing compared to what is coming, but You are with me,
In the stars, in the regret, in the wet cement of dreams I can
Create—love is the answer, see it like a skyscraper