I want a mind strong enough to not only bend the spoon but everything
else on the platter, mind over matter, simple under clever, however,
giving the glory back to God is my personal endeavor, can’t please the old
Man upstairs with a high mind and a heart full of pride, so I often pinch my side, in the process of inception I hide, not facing the reality that I left
behind, so I look for that sign, wait for that kick wake up to go to sleep Mr. Pip,
heaven is for the meek, I’m google minded, I’m constantly in search of,
now I see, I’m so much like the Creator that I seek, it brings me tears,
when I’m trying to cop an actual feel, and He’s just trying to keep it
spiritual, knocked me to my knees, oh best believe, I ain’t got to sneeze for you to say God
blessed me, I can tell by my intellect, and the way that muscle in my chest beat. Selah.
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Intellect” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2013, All Rights Reserved