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In the beginning was the Word,
And the Word was with God,
And the Word was God.
The Word was a whisper, yet also a shout;
In the beginning was the Word,
And the Word was with God,
And the Word was God.
The Word was a whisper, yet also a shout;
You want me to feel broken
Alone, nowhere to go
I’ve heard the blades you’ve spoken
I have the scars to show
But I won’t stand by complacent
Won’t let you spread your hate
Forgiven
not forgotten
hard work
for what I’ve gotten
knocked down
kept on knockin’
fell down
kept on walkin’
Shut down
kept on talkin’
don’t give up
I think I paint because of fear of the abstract.
I think I have fear, and there it is,
Blossoming in my behaivor.
Like a flower peddle swayed by the wind,
I begin my life when many will end.
Picture It
If a picture is worth more than a thousand words,
What is the worth of a single word alone?
Searching for a single grain of sand along beaches of shattered glass,
My tongue trips over bright blue marbles, trying desperately to play jacks.
Come here, and lend your ear.
For there is a word
That you really must hear.
If not, life would be unassured.
So listen, please, I ask a favor.
Ours & His - Word, Actions and Love
Our
Our Words
Are thought expressed
Within the contacts
Of our heart's intent
Right and wrong is no longer definedBy a divided line Morality no longer exists in the human mindTruth has been overcome by compromise and lies
We do not have to plead our case For he took our place Tracing back-to Genesis When we were molded by His grace
The LORD's Word
Creates ocean waves
They surf right through my brain
The love of the Father
Is what keeps me brave
If you're interested and bothered
To know my inner flame
Then Salvation
It was nothing but a blurAmidst the insecurities of life Hasty decisions Jumping into conclusions Hiding blemishes Closing gaps In betweenBroken roadsPerfectioning one another's flaws
NOTE: Before I continue, I want to infom my audience that my poem was written after seeing my father for the first time in 9 years...
When I first met the lovely written word,
Fantastic worlds in my mind's eye arose.
With lyric sounds, imagination stirred,
And began shaping stories to compose.
I flew, away from school and far beyond
This one is for the kids
with no more hope
No more purpose
Broken smiles
Shattered teeth
The kids who fall short of their dreams so closely
they scrape them with their fingertips
It's all I have.
It's what separates me.
I live by mine.
That's how you measure yourself as a man.
I keep my word and those I associate myself with keep theirs.
Or they don't stay around.
Eyes that see
Ears that hear
We read His Word; We hear His voice
I find in Him my rest.
“Have I got, a crush on you”, said he
The message passed, a swift
From her pair of ears to her brain
Her heart was beating up in at the highest
Her mind was remembering it on and on
I saunter throughthe vibrant copseto absorbI becomeverdantI ama treeplantedby the rivers ofliving waters.
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Little did you know when our world "Leaders" meet to talk, they talk not about how to create peace but strategies for war.
Mama's house smells of onions and garlic. Chicken is probably dissolving into a large pot of pinto beans, collards gurgling under a nearby lid.
The world is so weird now, I always ask myself the obvious things.
Why is this difficult? Or how could you be so sane?
I've grown up around strong women. To be specific, I've been surrounded by strong black women.
That doesnt make me strong though
This made it hard for me to find myself. I wanted to be like them
God took a breath...
And uttered the syllables
That bound Spirit to flesh.
And God became man.
Enfleshed and embodied in a body
God became man, that with men He could dwell.
Aim to be.
Strive to be.
Live to be.
But why?
How can we be something if all social stanards thrive to categorize us?
I know that I am not perfect
You are not perfect
(Intro)
To many things to say,
About everything everyday,
The day i been through,
I think i should pay it to you,
This is only thing can give,
If Time passes like the wind
is it really that Important?
If people die every day
do their lives even mean a thing?
Why are we even here
if we will just pass away someday?
Why are we existing
Word is Bond, for the understood it is fond, beyond the shallow of a pond, it overpowers the magician's wand, its not slick, truth overcomes the trick, few are chosen few that are picked, truth blows out candles in a wick, it build's mind's into t
Who am I?
Who am I to look her in the face and say
“I’m fine. No, really it’s okay.”
When really I’m screaming inside.
The worst thing to know
is when the words won’t come.
What is poetry?
Once it was the music of your soul,
and now there is naught but silence.
You struggle with your collection of words,
Every time I try to speak, someone claims they can't hear me. I hear it often, SPEAK UP!
When these two words are spoken, I tend to talk softer.
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes
to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise
I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing
and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
Holy waters of the United States,
Wash away the cherry blood on his hands,
My voice calls out like David's precious lamb,
So lost in the valley of death and hate.
