Unfinished Works

Is it over yet? Three months turned to one long year Bank account’s empty Long nights were sleepless Back therapy promised peace I still toss and turn Better but not healed Settled but not satisfied I save up again. 

May 2020  I try writing and nothing comes out. What was once a loud, rushing white river rapids had now dried to a dusty road of what once was. Cracks had formed in the brown ground, evidence of life that once was. Have I limited myself to one writing style when I could be writing something else? Stories, themes, and sermons swirled in my mind together creating a mesh of an overwhelming overload of creativity. I put my lyric pen down and picked up my story pencil. I create my own blog and begin to preach sermons at my church. Was songwriting over with or comatose with no end date for recovery? In what once was a devastating fear got converted to faith as I painfully tore off the behemoth growth of music but wrapped the wound quickly as to deter the infection of further writer’s block as I kept writing in new styles, ironically this time not just as a rapper.  July 4, 2010  My friend David was a Christian but also a freestyle rapper. He seemed so cool and super talented as he operated t

The song I chose was 'I Miss You' by Wit & Dre Murray feat. Kelly Kelz. This song is important and significant to me because I discovered this album in my early twenties which has now become one of my favorite albums of all time. I reminisce the experiences of walking the bright and sunny suburbs of Waterloo and Alexandria with my raggedy, decrepit yet clearly sounding ATH-M50 headphones in Sydney Australia.   I also think of biking home with fake Beats by Dre earbuds at 10pm in the brisk and sometimes rainy cold while dodging buses and pedestrians on roundabouts all the while trying to get home in time time to cook a cheap, quick meal. This was proceeded by a 5am call time to meet at my local church to help out with the lighting in the early morning.   Vulnerable music with red, pulsing heartbeats drove me then and still drives me now. Ironically you can't stream this song or buy it anywhere so its nearly impossible to find unless if you find a bootleg version of it on

I hear a song by a rapper named Deezer D. The track definitely had an urban feel and its smoothness reminded me of pitch-black nights with dimly lit streetlights and tall skyscrapers. My parents wouldn’t let me listen to any artists that weren't Christian, but this was the first Christian artist I heard who was a rapper . I still remember the chorus to his song, ‘Come Back,’ “When you have a setback, don’t take a step back, get ready for a comeback.” I’m only a child so I hadn’t had any hard times yet that I knew of, but I still appreciated his positivity.   I’m 10 years old and heard that a new rapper was around who was getting pretty popular . His name was Eminem and to my surprise he was white! I didn’t even know white rappers was a thing. His name also stood out to me cause I only knew it as the crunchy, chocolatey candy I got on Halloween. I joked around with some friends who played him on their gray cassette tapes and matching headsets with the foam missing on the