How Lex replys to Hecks
Mood:  cool
Serene:shining bright and steady, that's how my peace be/ a fight of flesh and spirit/I spit it/ Standing strong amidst complexity/Faith outlines my structure to the point of sweet serenity/ Even in the stillness of time - In spite of life's perplexities-I trust for Christ to make the best of me/ seeking readily/for his redemption to reach the depth of me/ from inside and out to the soul of my entity/faithfully/ I sit and wait on the lord patiently/ No weapon formed against me shall prosper, I been set out to overcome and conquer/ I claim this truth upon my destiny/ placing my life in God's hands as he fulfills the rest of me

--- In spirituallounge@yahoogroups.com, "hecksonerz"
wrote:
I reply in rhyme cuz
> time spent defining
> my mind is an investment.
> Analyzing how I tick,
> inside and out is
> internalizing my
> assessment
> of self.
> This is what I deem
> progression.
> Excelling at the speed
> in which I dream...
> into the
> pen when
> it wets the page
> with my being.
> The knowledge of
> seeing beyond this age
> excites me
> with a peace
> I can only describe as,
> serene.

Posted by poetry/lexscribblez at 4:55 PM EDT
Updated: Thursday, October 6, 2005 9:10 AM EDT
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For Hector
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: HeCkS oN mY hEaRt StRiNgS
From new york sky lines ta eminent rhymes, then back to a circle of infinite time/ I keep it all in the mind/ memories of our establishment remain so refined/ despite of what surfaced below,we been connected since a long time ago/ I neva thought we'd still be nurturing our growth, but here we are now, 6 years in a row/ Throughout the hardship and pain, u and me remained one in the same/ Remember our chats on `catching the train? About transformation and perpetual change/the numerous thoughts formed into ink blots.. that filled up the pages of the notebooks we bought/verses upon sheets commencing our journal/from when things fall apart to reflection eternal/ur influence was less than superficial it was purely internal/fast forward to a more relevant time zone/here ur posting on a lounge that I call my home/embracing me for who I am, as I evolve into my own/I don't recall I've ever been so honest/ It's the most I can give in return 4 ur `promise'/manuscripts inspiring the cordial of my psyche/ encouraging words put forth to succeed/ friends through thick and thin let the journey proceed/ Us finishing the race to the point of grace… its much more than likely

A day at work
Mood:  irritated
Papers scattered all over my desk/My productivity piled up in a mess/Impossible for one not to notice/
The collection of notes scattered on numerous post its/Monthly report deadlines in professional details/
Packaging boxes and breaking my nails/ Constant messages to deliver, thanks to my damn voice mail/
Print shop orders, credit card slips/ Interoffice mail documents-attached with paper clips/ Hypocrite co workers maintain phony relationships/Backstabbing witches with ego trips-They make me so sick/ I got things to file and binders to make/I need my daily dose of café con leche to keep me awake/All of my pens are suddenly missing/Maybe this time I’ll refrain from bitching/ Can’t wait to pound the phones when its time to go home/Peace and quiet a’las! They’ll leave me alone/ Never mind the obvious load that I carry/Taking more bull shiz than freaking necessary/Its just a day in the job of a undervalued secretary

V i c t o r i o u s
Mood:  cheeky
Now Playing: L e x i n M o t i o n
This one is hot/ from inside and out to the element of thought – then right back to the core of every sentence I jot/ words that resurrect on paper/ a reflection of dynamics represented by the savior/ verbs and nouns assemble massive compounds/ I’m get’n ready to spit 2nd rounds/ I’m ready to fight, front line on battle grounds/ I’ve been renewed in his grace/ my war cries leave wrinkle lines on my war face/ there’s no substitution for the real thing/ real life, real strife, let freedom ring/ wound stings/ no strings/ I’ve been freed by the king of kings/ what harm can befall me/ heavy storms are the test of time and I swift through them calmly/ he made us more than conquerors, I testify to that solemnly/ Nothing is eva more glorious/ He put the enemy beneath us and made us victorious

U not ready 4 This - Warning - This piece contains unambiguous phrases- nonbeliever's beware!
Mood:  a-ok
Faith gravitates around this text and throughout the pages/ I been redeemed by the everlasting rock of ages - Christ the fundamental essence, the prime basis/ He cleanses the spaces where my sins b' leav'n traces / Hiz love sustains me nonetheless/ when im hard pressed & perplexed - his grace is so much greater than the weaknesses of my flesh/ I went from death ta life to a sane mind-i been justified by faith striving towards heavenly heights/I cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light/his presence couldn't be more evident through every word that i write/I couldn't praise him anymore than I do through everything I recite/as far as the wrath of the devil, yo, I defy it/ God's will dwells in me & i can't deny it/Hiz holy spirit speaks through me wheneva im drop'n the science/the battles don't phase me,I overcome Satan like David defeated Goliath/we're all partakers of his salvation and 4 that we are blessed/our past is history-we're renewed upon every sin we confess/we got the victory through and through, what more could be so so def?/I stick to his ways cuz his ways is fresh/so help me father:im an over comer or my name isn't Lex /he enlightens my every step in the course of this quest/ No time 4 distress/I let go and let God… he handles the rest

Waiting 2 Exhale
Mood:  crushed out
Full moon brings to light my hearts ambition-I hoped upon a star, longing and wishn- we've been through the good, the bad and the ugly-roughly-all of a sudden u've come into full recognition -we been the equivalent of space and time,contrasting- I thought I would want this.. but ur promises were never lasting-How can u sit there and ask the things that you're asking- another try-Don't hold ur breath in waiting for my reply.

Pneumoconiosis Confessions
Mood:  blue
My heads been ache’n/ Pain stake’n/ my body weakens, my vision faded/ This routines become so cynically jaded/ Physician prescriptions, I loath becoming medicated/ Chest congested/ virus infested/ how the hell this plague get manifested? / I pray for deliverance from what the bacteria feeds/ decreased capacity due to excessive fatigue/ my insides feel clotted/ organisms destroyed by antibiotics/ it helps for a minute but my cough is still chronic/ I never asked for this, I didn’t want it/ but the sickness persisted/ I’ve succumb to frequent doctor visits/ They can’t find a cure for me as they study my physics/ its mandatory/ my x-rays revealed, they tell a story/ My once upon a time revolves around respiratory – pill experiments and lab submissions/ I try to stay sane despite my condition/ I find ways to cope and not to panic/ Im steady with faith I’m keeping at it/ there’s still no denying its all become so problematic/ lifestyle adjustments to an obvious extent/ I feel blessed to be alive in spite of my discontent/ Deep down I hope there’s no further development – pulmonary cavities weakened by ailment – I felt the need to circumvent/ I remain grounded anyway – all the while trusting in the almighty 100 percent

R e s t o r a t i o n
Mood:  chillin'
Who needs a D.J and a microphone - All I need is a pad and this pen that I hold/ Lyrical modes construct the most lucid tones, it adds to my context the more I let go/Heart felt prose/utterly exposed/all lines I compose become prototype flows/ enlightening/Writer’s block was an issue that used to bind me/my comeback was inevitable though,it was only A matter of timing/I had to let the words find me/now it’s habitual & I can’t stop rhyming/I’ve been re-established to a point I couldn’t fathom/ inscriptions formulate units of poetical atoms/ adjoined to my skills so remarkably u wish u had’em/ now you fiend for my techniques impulsively like u had an addiction/ I remain at the top of the game through my newfound conviction/ verbal depiction’s/ here’s another rhyme designed for my written edition’s/ I defy every line I be spitt’n/ I used to struggle to put pen to paper, now I’m just chill’n/ I get high off intensity from the verses I behold/ every sentence is a gift that radiates and unfolds/ I put an end to this chapter making way for the next/ stay tuned for another episode or just check the index