Sister

I’ve seen you a million times over
Throughout the course of my life
But I’ve never witnessed you before
Like I did on yesterday
When our eyes locked
A pain throbbed in my chest
As your emotions attacked my heart
With disgust and hatred
Every time I would open my mouth to speak
Your razor sharp eyes pierced me even more
And the presence of evil tugged at my lungs
Strangling my every breath
Taken back by the unpleasant image of your true colors
The light of my vision begun to fade
My head swelled with pressure and my blood flowed rapidly
From battling Satan in my mind
Finally, I approached freedoms door
Reaching for the knob, I turned and looked back at you
And that’s when He appeared
I saw God in your tear drops
At that moment, my body relieved itself
I inhaled the clean particles of gas in the air
And I felt the gravity in your heart
Pulling for mine
Although, you couldn’t feel me physically
At that moment, I embraced you with a brotherly love
And I asked God to protect you
As I exited your domain
With my hands still holding the knob on the other side of the door
I prayed for peace and revelation from God
To enter your room, capture your mind, and reveal to you
Exactly who will carry you when you feel like falling!

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Hopeful Affair

What good is your word
When I've never heard you speak anything but lies

So baby please shhhh! just be quiet

Let me seize the moment to breathe in a breath of fresh air

Before we perfume the atmosphere with the smell of our sin

I keep telling myself to fall back more over and again

Yet I continue to keep letting you back in

Damn! I wish my flesh wasn't so weak

Then maybe I'd be able to speak

And use my head before jumping in bed

With another man's wife

Never in a million years

Would I have thought that one of my biggest fears

Would be getting caught creeping

With a married woman who's supposed to be at home sleeping

While her husband is at work!

Little does  he know

As soon as he clocks in, she clocks out

And without a doubt

She knocks on my door

Night after night lusting for more

Of what she say's she's missing at home

And as much as I want to refuse her

I oblige, continuing to satisfy her needs 

All-the-while believing that she is going to leave him for me!

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G.R.A.C.E. (Getting Renewed And Covered Everyday)

Like the titanic I'm treading on waters slowly sinking

Heart racing, pulse pacing, mind constantly thinking

Trying to figure out, how in hell did I get to this place

From sprinting to walking now crawling, trying to endure the race

Like a dying tree in the forest, I stand in pain

Praying to the healer, to send down the rain

So my roots can stop shaking and be so at ease

That I may once again be a cool breeze

But in a way, like a slave, I'm tired

Tired of  fighting and working so hard everyday only to be fired

And replaced by the very people I've trained

Then off to another job I go, without anything gained

Sometimes I feel like a muppet 

Controlled by the hands of another, like some cheap puppet

I know I am a real boy

But often times I feel like a toy

Being played with by society

And you wonder why I suffer with anxiety 

If only you could walk in my shoes

Then maybe you'd understand what it feels like to lose

Patience I have, but hope seems thin

What must I do to turn this life of mine over again

Who do I have to prove what to

To end this cycle of constantly feeling blue

I wish I could rewind my emotions to when I felt free

I'd travel again and again back to happy me

I wouldn't care at all or have the slightest once of worry

Unfortunately, that's not my story

For my life is real and not make believe

The only way to be a winner is to constantly achieve

That's why even though I feel walked on like the ground

I can't dwell on it too long and keep my head down

Because I have so much to smile about

Even in chaos, my life, without a doubt, is worth a shout

So I must continue to pick back up these pieces of me

And unselfishly choose to be happy

Even though in my shoes lies a strain 

Someone else is walking in more pain 

So forgive me father for being ungrateful

I doubted you, but now I'm back faithful 

I know that I may feel like the titantic 

But I know that you will protect me and never leave me to sink

For you said in your word that you are able to do

Exceedingly and abundantly above all I can ask or think

And I know that you are not a man that you should lie

Therefore I will no longer cry

Instead, I will rejoice and be of good cheer in this place

And continue to thank you for your Amazing Grace

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Lies

Every day it poisons the atmosphere

Condemning reality with make believe

A chain a non-sense foolery 

Spoken to deceive 

Trying to right what's wrong

By providing some hype thrill

Creating an interesting garnish 

To camouflage the real deal

Temporarily distressful yet often successful 

Used in hopes to avoid jail 

Selling our souls to the oppressor 

Making up our beds in hell

Helping nothing, confusing all

Trying hard to make amends 

One plus one after the other plus another

The cycle never ends

Until the chain begins to create a circle

And the circle creates a rope

That tightens the vocal chords to release the truth

And give us hope

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Life is a gift, the way we live it is a choice!

partial darkness diminished from light

I lay hidden beneath Its covering 

unconscious in a natural periodic state of rest

experiencing a series of images, ideas, and emotions

anticipating the sensation of them coming to pass

mental and emotional suffering I've endured far too long

being married to a partner called sin

imprisoning myself, walking by sight

blinded by my intense eagerness 

for that deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection

and solicitude toward another person called love

purified waters, I contaminated before marriage

created a chain of partners

eventually yielding relentless years

of free falling tears

dripping from my eyes in disgust

of my reality show 

if only I could rewind time

I'd make better decisions 

rather than rationalize 

justifying the reasons why

I rebelled moreover and again 

from divorcing sin

unfortunately, life isn't operated by a remote

which means it is at continuous play

until the day comes when it stop broadcasting

then and only then will our stories end

so until that day comes 

we must open our eyes, step back into the light

and face the heat of being disobedient 

serving the opposer 

Choose Ye This Day, Whom Ye Will Serve...

Joshua 24:15

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One Woman's Blues

Every time I speak with her

I listen closely as her voice sings the blues

very emotionally she expresses great hurt in her heart

from being broken and misused 

she lectures on and on and on

about how year after year she's gone

through the same heartbreaking things

patiently waiting for change to call, 

but the phone never rings

now she's reached a point of rage

too afraid to turn the page

because she's weary, weary of the next chapter in her life

wondering whether or whether not she will remain his wife

They say that out of every drug

the most powerful and addicting one is love

and she has truly overdosed not only the drug

but the possibility of ever becoming clean

because no matter how many times the toxins of love poison her heart

she remains a junkie 

refusing to overcome her desire

daily burning in the heat of loves fire

My God

It is my prayer to you for her

that you will open up her blind eyes and give her vision

so that she can see the possibility 

of living her life without all the hostility 

so that she can look into the mirror 

and she the great woman that she is

that magical dream come true to every man who ever wished in his life

to behold such a precious token as she for a wife

Truly, I would never want to see a home broken after countless years

but if the foundation of that home is built on a lie

then one may as well start kissing the walls goodbye

because they'll never be strong enough hold the roof of a wounded heart

they'll never stand bold enough to protect the soul 

they'll never stretch wide enough to recover the sweet memories of a tired mind

And they will never possess enough strength to last throughout the end of time

therefore one must break down those rugged walls 

and unto them, light a match, start from scratch 

and build a sturdy foundation that will support every wound, 

every scar, every nick, and and every stain 

that may come in time

My God

It is my prayer to you

that you will take the ruins of the old walls

and rebuild them in your likeness so that they will never fall

into the pits of sin to avoid her ever singing this blues song again

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Thinking out loud

Walking fast, Moving Slow, 
Surrounded by paths, Yet no where to go, 
Voices call, No answer, 
Living each day, Dying of cancer,
My reality, Your fear, 
You're in sorrow, I'm full of cheer, 
Forever praising, Until my time runs out, 
In Heaven I'll be, Without a doubt,


WHAT ABOUT YOU?

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Thinking out loud...

Eyes open, Vision gone, 

Mind wondering, How long, 

Sleepless nights, Restless days,

Refusal to give up, Persistence pays, 

Days gone by, Same ole stuff,

Lord help me, I've had enough....

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Church Folk

When you see me on Saturday night partying, having fun with my friends

Then you come into the house of the Lord Sunday morning and witness me singing, 

Giving God praise and worship, 

You ultimately begin to form your opinion of me 

And you come to the conclusion that I am not saved,

And that I have no place before God,

And that I should feel ashamed to enter into His Holy presence 

As I Am

You then have the audacity to put your mouth on me

Condemning me with your file tongue

And judging me before truly getting to know me

Who it is, that which, I am

And you have the nerve to speak negatively over my life

As if your walk in Christ

Is straighter and greater than mine

It's all a bit funny how you, with your 20/20 vision

Is able to see, very clearly, my faults 

And when you look into a mirror

Your perfect vision, all-of-a-sudden, begins to fade

And the image of what you see becomes so distorted, so pixilated 

That you literally photoshop the real you,

Camouflaging your flaws

Trying to convince people that you have it all together

I have learned that there are two types of church folk

There are those like myself, which I refer to as, "The Live Audience"

And there are those others of whom I call, "The Studio Audience"

See, the difference between us two is that

The studio audience often appears perfected

Everyone is trained of how to conduct themselves

How do look the part

What to say or do when the preacher does this or that

Or when the choir sings 

You are usually controlled by the actions of who's operating before you

Opposed to who operates within you

The live audience on the other hand is often affected 

Which means, we are bound to get off track here and there

We don't always look the part (whatever it is that the part looks like)

Or conduct ourselves in traditional ways or ways that's perceived to be correct

Sometimes, depending on how the spirit moves, we may become disorderly

And begin to go off task and interrupt service with our praise and worship

We usually don't care about who's watching us or who's putting their mouth's on us

Cause see, we move in spirit and in truth

And we are unafraid to show our true colors 

Someone once asked me the question:

Does your lifestyle line up with your word?

And I contemplated on that for a moment before I answered 

And to his dismay, I answered No

I would be foolish to say that it does

But I have come across a many of people, 

Whom when I asked that question, they answered yes

And some of those same people look at me

The party guy and wonder how I became so blessed!

Well here is the answer for all of those of you who wants to know. 

I never ever want my lifestyle to line up, with my word

Instead, every single day that I am here

I try my best to line up my life with His word

And because He knows my heart

And He loves me in spite of my wrongs

He continues to bless my coming and my going

And that alone, gives me reason to sing, and shout, and praise, and worship God

Not just on Sunday morning when you see me

But on Monday, Tuesday

I will Bless the Lord

On Wednesday, Thursday

I will Bless the Lord

And on Friday, Saturday

I will Bless the Lord

So to all of you so called church folk

I apologize if I am not worthy of the glory of God in your eyes

But as long as I live and to me God continues to give 

I will be in the house on Sunday Morning standing before you

Giving God the highest praise

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Untittled

Ring Ring!
“Hello”
Yes may I speak with The Messenger?
“Speaking”
This is ‘the company’ calling.
We’d like to offer you the position.
“Wow, that’s great news! I’m honored to come abroad.”
Great! Can you start next week (Monday) 12 noon?
“Sure thing, I will see you then”

Just when I thought, I was never going to get a job that provides more income, my life changed. I, like most people, was living from check to check, struggling day in and day out trying to make ends meet. Then suddenly a door opened. At first, I thought that it was the door that I was supposed to walk through. I should have followed my first mind and prayed about it because I literally walked through the gateway to hell! I allowed my flesh to make a decision for my heart. Now, I don’t dislike my previous job as much!

God has a way of reminding us to never take any blessing for-granted. I  now know  that “He will keep me in perfect peace if my mind stays on thee.” I know this to be true because although I wasn’t making as much money, I was at peace on my last job. I was motivated by God to do my job and be of good cheer, but as soon as I gave in to the enemy and allowed my desire for money to become my motivation, I lost site of who God was. God provides all of my needs, not money! Therefore, I know now that I should seek first his kingdom and all other things will be added to me.

My prayer now, is for God to use me to change my atmosphere. He allowed me to walk through the wrong door, but He promised to never leave or forsake me. Now unto him who is able to do exceeding and abundantly above all I can ask or think, I simply say God work on my behalf, order my steps, and use me to do your will and in your way.

Ring Ring!
“Hello”
Yes may I speak with The Messenger?
“Speaking”
This is ‘your company’ calling


How great is our God?.......

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Emotionally Incarcerated

Days turned dark
Night’s cold
Feelings of depression
Never growing old

Confined in a box of solitude
With walls of shame
Pictures of happiness lost
Only memories remain

Raped by love
Damaged by lust
Refusal to try again
Too afraid to trust

Repetitious Play
Never a pause
Suicidal effects
Without a cause

Years gone by
Time misused
Reluctant to cry
Yet emotionally abused

And this too shall pass
They often say
Still the same old sad song
Continues to play

Then out of no where arose the question
Why aren’t you free?
You’ve shackled yourself in chains
Of which you possess the key!

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Rock Steady

That’s it, I think I got it!
I’ll just pack up and move away from here
Walk in confidence to attempt something new
And stop living in fear

Today, I’m beginning to end
It has been written! Plan A followed by plan B
Now, I’m stepping out on faith
How great it feels to be free!

I’ve stayed in my comfort zone for far too long
Willingly submitting unto your stronghold
But it’s a new season, a new day
And I’ve regained control

No longer will I be manipulated and bamboozled
Your spell has been lifted
Finally, I see the greatness in me
I am truly gifted!

I perceived myself to be blind
Because I had lost sight of my dreams
Choosing to believe that the only way to win
Was to surrender to my enemies

Foolishly, I thought
That maybe, the devil isn’t a liar
Oh, but thanks be unto God for confirmation
And for filling me with the Holy Ghost fire

Now I’m stronger, wiser, better
And finally ready
Still facing the storms of life
But in all, I’m rocking steady!

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