Night Sky-Wy-i

[00:00.537] I made friends with a flight of steps upon an empty balcony [00:03.885] and stepped onto the surface of the mind [00:05.475] It must have been a while, since she pouted with a face--looking at me like: “you never call, me Nak, you never try” [00:10.861] Another cold night on the top; caught walking on the roof [00:13.985] As I fall into another cracked tile [00:16.342] I always thought the moon could inspire if your head’s cocked sideways [00:19.312] So now it’s looking like a fat smile [00:22.171] I’m sorry for neglecting you, I know it’s been a while [00:24.874] Since we met face to face eye to eye [00:27.081] Exhale the warm air, wipe the mirror to the soul [00:29.969] As I tossed all my “sorry” to the sky! [00:32.082] Let’s go! [00:33.304] And I wonder if the stars ever sit on God’s terrace [00:34.171] and view me with an equal adoration [00:38.100] And I wonder if the thunder ever trembles at the grumble of the stomachs of a hungry generation [00:42.740] Another verse for meditation... a heart full of prayer [00:45.884] a pocket full of wishes for comets that fly by [00:48.835] Imagination nauseates upon tall places [00:51.237] and it vomits beneath the night sky [00:54.022] And these past few years been the toughest...plundering the comfort out of this rough mattress [00:58.936] I had to gather with the Father on the roof of the palace and reflect upon the tough chapters: (Listen) [01:04.922] ‘Character development,’ ‘theme,’ ‘plot,’ and ‘context’ [01:07.817] Discipline is currency for purchasing your progress [01:10.393] Not the ‘cover’ and ‘genre,’ but ‘content’s’ the cost of revival: from coffin to onset [01:15.646] I either have an allergy for symmetry [01:19.130] Or baffled at the beauty, captivated by the twinkling [01:20.879] The fashion of the infinite, I’ve not the slightest inkling， [01:23.993] -But stars flicker reminiscent of the Father blinking [01:26.335] Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people [01:29.148] With freedom and healing that rests in the sequel [01:31.865] -Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through [01:34.481] (The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you) [01:36.774] Upon the wings of an eagle, I uplift the people [01:39.354] With freedom and healing that rests in the sequel [01:42.360] Seek first the kingdom, now the tempest is see-through [01:44.936] (The voice in your soul is attempting to reach you) [01:47.408] So pause and reflect- we forgot what we look like [01:50.335] Attempt to replicate but never seem to look right [01:52.702] We barter soul for whatever seems to looks nice [01:55.684] We seek truth from the sunrise to goodnight [01:58.437] Give praise by appraising every lesson ever learned [02:00.771] As the warm summer breath comes caressing every "Word: [02:03.463] "The trail’s full of hurt, though progression is uncertain， [02:06.250] Have faith He’s directing every turn， [02:08.353] Another confirmation; shooting star passes， [02:11.032] I call upon His name refueling a snuffed passion， [02:13.893] While the act of... uprooting tough habits， [02:18.101] Is hard when you lack practice and your stance stays passive， [02:19.948] So now I’m back to this "movement" of active improvement [02:21.329] With passion so ruthless a track to induce it [02:22.582] Subdue comfort: atrophy of mind [02:27.692] I realized, packed, and stashed it all behind: [02:30.718] Pageantry of lies and the vanity of style [02:33.087] Just give me God, sky, and a canopy of tile [02:34.497] My eyes feast on the blackest canvas [02:38.310] Time speaks spinning on a backwards axis [02:40.873] It’s like the planet’s doing everlasting back flips [02:43.535] A mystery and Science can’t match the hand print [02:46.763] Infinite musician... universe is music [02:49.047] "Strung" together; seamless celestial legato [02:51.516] When life is so short, I’m suggesting that God knows [02:54.344] Stars above our heads look a lot like staccatos [02:57.433] Heavenly concerto, creation in progress [02:59.636] Masterful touch as it “accents” the concepts [03:02.343] No man can fathom this level of complex [03:03.853] Six days had passed like “allegro” then God “rest” [03:07.542] I’m just a kid who sees the night differently [03:10.447] An art gallery of masterful capability [03:13.072] So God bring clarity and send the rain of heaven [03:15.527] For a clear bright night and another waning crescent [03:39.509] It’s reflection. [03:44.516] So be still.