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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