spoken word has a way of turning ugliness into beauty its like the more i mess up the better my writing and i guess im trying to be the best poet ever i know this muck im in resulted from my own decisions so why do i feel like i never woulda chose this let me assure you this was not my plan a standing on stages telling rooms full of strangers about the billions of ways ive failed and when its over they cheer and say you did so well and it s nice to know other people can relate to my flaws but i pray our aim is greater than commiseration whether its my sin or someone elses theres a difference between being authentic and crass courageously truthful and puttin people on blast when the prophet nathan rebuked king david it was not to bring him shame but to bring him to his knees in repentance i have sinned against god and god alone i swear my sole motivation for pointing out the mud on anyones face is so they can be clean and the only reason i display the skeletons in my closet is to show how god makes dry bones live again blessed is the man whose sins are forgiven if my public disgrace brings freedom to your secrets so be it but dont call yourself speaking the truth if all you do is confess complain if your aim is only to get it all out then youll finish feeling empty not relieved if death is the end there is no beauty in lament youre either dead or youre dying stop trying to make it pretty with rhymes truth with no hope is no better than hope that isnt true dont dare you waste my time railing against everything we already know is wrong neither do i need your optimistic naivety things are gonna get better just believe in yourself ill placed faith in my own strength is what created this hell in the first place if we held the cure to our disease we wouldnt be sick we all need something greater to believe in greater than ourselves greater than our sin if we dont believe in greater then we re letting death win resurrection is our only hope not merely souls floating through a golden city in the sky but corpses rising from the grave scattered ashes reconvening into human beings and breathing again hearts beating again god speaking again proclaiming it is good again and forever forever now we live resurrected yes we live resurrected even before death resurrection begins with faith believers see new life manifested every day every day we are healed from sins death no longer separated at peace with god and neighbor and enemy and nature no longer takers we give our lives if we die with him we will rise with our lord embrace your crucifixion believe death no longer has dominion over christ touch his immortal wounds and see death no longer has dominion over us death no longer has dominion over me pain becomes poetry ugliness is beautiful the beautiful one beaten beyond recognition the most grotesque injustice ever committed is now our only source of hope the word of god said it is finished fell dead silent and on the third day he spoke