Run on

All my life I've embraced this gift to write
an unspoken word hoping to be heard
beyond the bond of the third person
ever since the events that recompensed verse one
I wanted some attention
that couldn't and wouldn't come from anywhere this dimension
I wanted, I'm mean I taunted intervention just to mention
this before an audience of just one listener
I wanted to hold you prisoner and be your only visitor for decades
and read you page after page until the day becomes night
lather, rinse and repeat until sunlight returns
my tongue yearns to talk and never halt
on the paper my labor is a waltz of words I preserve,
preferred to displayed in a way that was made
so only you could see it
if no one else would, so be it
popular wasn't what was I intended
I just meant it to be authentic
pure scented with the fragrance of my patience
almost forty years of my tears being pressed into ink
each line linked, distinct with poetic phonetics embedded
I only did it so you would be sure I said it when you read it
Jah you know where this is headed
everyday I pray you let it pass your pupils
it's from one of your pupils,
youthful and full of usefulness
at the root of this, the truth is this
more than I want you to read this
more than I want you to believe this
what my heart bleeds is this
the poem is about me wanting you to see
how badly I just want to know who you are
beyond the faintest acquaintance of Jah
Yahweh, Elohim and Jehovah
I know what I mean is really extreme
but I really want to know "ya"
not in song or verse
not in the temple or church
but in my heart like dirt is in the earth
my soul thirsts for the Living God
the Ancient of Days
deep in the basement of my praise
my worship displays in every way your fruit
only produce that you can produce
your Spirit, your Truth triumphs
Lion of Judah
you the
only God I'll ever serve
ever love
did I say ever serve?
ever love?
my heart floods the papyrus
each iris is swollen shut as I strut in faith
what will it take for me to do exceeding and abundantly
above all you have ever asked or thought possible of me?
with you is where I want to be
beyond forever, until never, beyond eternity
what your heart yearns, concerns me greatly
I love how you made me
I love how you displayed me
thank you for how you laid me beside still waters
I love to obey your orders
I hope to be your biggest supporter
and live your gospel and make heaven on earth possible
not just probable
and like the apostles leave something behind more colossal than fossils
but empty graves
resurrected in your perfected day
in every way I desire to portray your image without blemish
never timid
never gimmicks
I hope my faith exceeds the limits
and when I try to stop writing this poem
you'll tell me I'm not finished
because this voyage is endless
so
run on sentence
run on