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  LOVE IS . . .

 

Love is a decision you make

Always apt to give than to take

It runs deeper than mere feelings

And when it flows, it brings healing

So let your love freely

Pure, untainted respectability

 

Yes, love is a word thing but more a deed thing

Always seeking a way to express itself every day

It love cannot be captivated

For always you will be captivated by it

 

Yes, real love, true love will stand the test of time

For time and love have always been intertwined

Many things have tried to mask themselves as love

But true love comes only from above

So Eros and Phelos are layers of outer skin

 

True love lives and flows from deep within

The sun shall not smite it by day

Nor the moon by night

For true love is the Father's way

And in this, he will delight

Its true name is AGAPE.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PEN OF PASSION

 

 

Sitting hatless in a cold room

Aloneness echoes the vacant doom

What to write, what to say

For the assignment of the day

Should I dibble dabble, scribble scrabble

Or pray that words will form logic

Through the pen I embrace

Waiting to bleed out mental grace

On paper that has no styptic

But I am void, my paper blank

So my pen spills formlessly unto emptiness

What to write, what to say

For the assignment of the day

Awaken hand and warm the blue blood

In lone vein

Arouse oh pen

And stimulate this page

Arouse oh pen

And stimulate this page

Arouse oh pen

Make love to this page

Let your passion flow

 

Pen of passion
Lover of my blank page
Together they mate

My hand like loves soft rage
Brings them together to create
Reflections of thoughts erections
Penetrating to the womb of the soul
Bringing to life the seed in me
Till birthed into this reality
We can now behold
the power of love with unity.

 

 

PICTURE OF FEATHER PEN

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Thought On Love

 

 

Love, love, oooh, wheee!

What is it to me?

Like an open freeway

To and fro We flow

No toll, no cost, Just free!

A home to the lost and the loveless

We stride and glide

Together, side by side

No stress

Love, love, to be

Accepted, respected

Never rejected

No walls

No windows no doors

No restrictions

A haven of rest

To the weary  

Bowed down and dreary

Love always has room

Come in, one so contrary

I met love

I did not expect love

For I did not recognize love

For it came in disguise

Wrong height, wrong age,

Wrong size

Love and I did not see

Eye to eye

Love tried to show me

But I could not see

How it could- be

But not to me?

So I rejected love

I imprisoned love

For I imprisoned myself
Love and pride

When they collide

They will not agree

For pride robs us

of what could be

Because pride looks at

What it sees outwardly?

Though love yearns inwardly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WINE SO FINE

 

Precious moment in time

Sweet chocolate lover

A Wine, so fine

A Mysterious deep color

Deep strong taste

On my palette harmless

All my inhibitions erased

Feeling so warm inside

Guard let down, no self-pride

Conscience seems numb in me

Desires raise higher, heat turned up

Burns like fire

Doing what is natural in my self-will

Our glasses sang high notes as we toasted

To our hopes and dreams . . .until

Our bodies hummed and sang

Songs of passion, songs of deep love

As we toasted our bodies based in sweat we roasted

Went close to the edge as you coasted

the shores of my deep waters never diving in

 

Can you swim?

That’s all right, thank you

We will wait until the time is right

Then together with total peace

We will hold on tight and plunge in deep

Ride the waves to and fro, up and down, you know

Yes we will ride the tides together

My sweet honey chocolate lover

Like wine so fine

A Mysterious deep color

Deep strong taste

You are intoxicating now

But all wine gets better with time

We won’t make haste to sample taste each other

If we wait we won’t have to hesitate at the gate of love

But we will drink our fill

So we will wait until.

 

 

 

SHIFTY EYES

I was thief stealing glances

Though I longed for a stare

Our eyes did dances

In a crowded room

Taking chances

Of exposure to our groove

Rhythm and blues

Tap dances and prances

Ivory like pearls shone

Blinding everyone

Apple of cheeks, flushed

Full of words unspoken

Though we tried to hide

The energy we felt

Beamed from the inside

Energy thick like whipped cream

Overwhelmed my being

Is anyone seeing  . . .  this?

Shifty eyes oh so honest

Why do you try to lie?

Shifty eyes oh so happy

Why even cry?

Read the truth in my retina

Swim in the pool of my tears

For they will not shed

For when I see you

I am tucked in joys bed

Please wake me now!

I cannot afford dreams

Of the wet kind

That will blow my cover.

That will blow my mind.

So aware of your presence

As if no one else was there

At one time, I locked eyes with you

I just did not care

It was worth the risk

As time stood still

Like an eternity

Yet it seemed so brisk

I could feel your magnetism

Pulling me near,

Almost hearing your heart beat

It gave me an exhilarating scare

The honesty between us

Was too much to bear.

It was nice seeing you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Y.S.S.

 

Yow young saved and single

You refrain from the mingle

But the struggle is a strangle

As your passions leave you dangled

In the imbalance of premarital stint

The suspense in you taunts

The craving in you wants

To be filled

But it is illegal

How do you maintain

This challenge to abstain

Masturbation is not an option to ease the pain

Why not you say? I am not hurting anyone

How can relieving myself be so wrong?

What am I supposed to do with these thoughts

that come to visit like a swarm of bee’s darts

Stinging me, steaming me to warmth

How can I survive this sumptuous bath of fount

that floods my mind and emotions with bountiful

Desires that spark unquenchable fires? Huh?

There is a place in his presence that you can hide

I promise, for I know the struggle from your side

There is a place of surrender, a place of trust

That will thrust you into resistance robust

Yes you will have natural needs but they will heed

To the will of your spirits plead to obey

Your flesh will do what you say

The thoughts will fall away

like dead fleas as you cast them down

the weapon of war is in the words of your mouth

the failure is in the nurturing of the bout

do not hesitate to cast the image out

don’t give it time to take root

swift kick it back to hell

with the heel of your gospel boots

Walk in your authority given

Take a stand for holy living

If you believe that God can keep you will be kept

If you doubt Him you will choose the bout and sin elect

There is nothing god asks you to do that is impossible to achieve if you depend on him. Nothing.

The root of victory defeat is in your thought life within.

The fruit of victory or defeat is what you are speaking.

Back to masturbation, oh yes it is wrong

Incubus and succubus are the names

The spirit of lust and perversion is its throng

If you give in to its call

You will be a slave at its stall

And when you do marry, lust will follow you there

That spirit of dissatisfaction will ultimately tear

Love apart from your heart

Lust is self-serving

Lust is never satisfied

Impossible to please

Surrender all of your members, all of your desires, you appetites to the lord

He will give you grace and strength to overcome to obey his word.

So you can live victoriously, saved and single.

 

Sweet and sour

like sweet and sour Chinese

your sweet taste brings me to my knees

You are such a tease

Your sourness is a rare after taste

That lingers even after arm and hammer tooth paste

You try so hard to be kind

But end up playing two time with my mind

You want to be true but your inner character

Betrays you, it betrays you.

So you betray me, you think

You see this playful wink in my eye

It is not a welcome come on but I gotcha goat good bye

Good bye hot and sour treat

I like spicy food

But there is only so much of it I will eat

And I am clawing with your manner

You are intimidating at times

That ‘s why I stammer

I g g g gotta go

G g g Gotta go

You are an emotional player

And a mental hoe

So you know

We can be friends for fun

When you are in the mood for some

Sweet and sour Chinese

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slow Mixer

What about it!

What do you want me to say

To your inquiry

of the mystery

that I am

To solve my case you must rest your own

And let things take the turn

that they must

But you want to figure me out by just

Hammering away with your inquest

That is not the way to truly know someone’s fest

You see some questions cannot be asked

one can only earn the right to know

Some answers cannot be said

They must freely flow

as a gift given

why are you so driven to conquer this quest

you will drive me away at best

so stop it, relax, stop dictating your test

you can lose a great thing if you continue to rassle

and not rest

Lest enjoy the journey of discovery

as I get into you

and you get into me

no point intended

lets just get blended

with a slow mixer

not a hurried processor

you see in the end

it will all

taste better.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When a man perceives a woman as merely something to conquer,
He will hunt her down vehemently every minute of every hour
She may blush and melt at his aggressive fiery flatter.
As she lays down her quivering fruit for his looming tower
Unknowingly she has blindly surrendered all of her power
Once he has swallowed the feast of her defeat . . . his belly for her will sour.

Ladies always remember you are the prize.
Shut your legs, clean your ears
open your eyes, and don't compromise.
The thief always comes wearing a princely disguise
But stand on the truth, so you don't fall for his lies.
Don't be needy or desperate.
You are a prize

 

 

 

 

 

smell the roses

 

I became tired of tasting dreams I do not swallow

Not nourished by their hopes

nor quenched by their lavish orgasms into my womb of expectancy

My barren womb quaked to be awakened to my dreams

that were pending in my state of shelved sleep.

Will I awaken?

Will the dawn light the new day, with my newborn

swaddled in the cove of my burped day.

Satisfied with the aftertaste of my dreams

now the fiber of  what I hold.

The substance of all I have hoped for- now in the arms of my embrace

evidence that time, patience and perseverance were never barren.

Here is my faith manifested, here now is my reason for being validated.

I taste life, I smell roses not fearing the prick of the thorn.

The thorn reminds me that I live I am alive.

The sweet perfume of the bloom gives me reason to go on.

On to love, live, laugh, and smell the roses.

 

Return to Love

 

 

What does it take

To not separate?

What does it take to hold on tight

To the one your eyes laid sight

From that first date you thought might

turn into a love like no other

They would forever be your lover

What happened to it?

Why did you quit?

Hopefulness turned into distress.

Once alive marital bliss

Now slammed with divorces death wish!

Why?

What did you stop?

What did you change?

The ingredients were there

Now they are missing or rearranged.

If you want this to work

You must return to the things you did

When your love yearned,.

Before the tables turned.

The weeds you have allowed to grow

Must be uprooted now

Or they will choke the life hanging on

Blowing out the flickering flame

That is trying to burn.

You must return to love.

To have love

You must give love

To love is a choice

Not waiting for external stimuli

It must come from within,

Sacrificially.

Do you remember love?

Try love again

It never fails

Return to love.

 

 

 

Call the brigade

 

Two to be one

Rubbing on and on

Rubbing right

Holding tight

Middle of the night

Little tike

Look alike

Precious site

Two to be one

Rubbing on and on

Rubbing wrong

Becoming headstrong

Resisting retire

Starting a fire

Passion less

Love has left

Little tart

Torn apart

Hearts ablaze

In a rage

Silence for daze

Courtroom craze

Child support pays

In major delays

Can’t see sun rays

But the inferno craze

Lapping up love

Licking up desire

Unquenchable fire

Call the brigade

Call the fire for hire man

Marriage on fire

Divorce is the flame

That sparks combustion

Of Destruction

 

 

LETTING GO

 

I have to let you go

I have to be free of your

dough - - - Nuts - - -Sweet

Now you wean me off

ARRRGH! Withdrawal pains

I would rather do it cold turkey!

Glad for my restrain

Grateful I did refrain

From complete disclosure

Leading to exposure

Then Goosebumps

for I would be colder

Than I am now

Do you understand?

I have to let you go

I fall too easily

I must not Waverley

Back down my subtle pursuit

For I am not ready

I cannot handle

This wax dripping candle

of love I feel

Foolishly too soon,

too hot to hold

I must let it go.

Was I the foolish one

You never let me in

I was an address with no name

No telephone

No call

Why not?

I have indirectly

given you mine

hoping you would call

but you never did

lapping up the secret attention

you spared me.

I was so excited about you

Were you ever excited about me?

 

yow old man

 

 

Yow old man

ain’t you tired of the game

Your outdated lines are so tired and lame

How old are you now, too old I say

You say forty nine

You running out of time

You meet a nice girl, she loves you

And you know she is good thing

But you been tasting someone else’s cooking

So you get dumped for cheating on your diet

So you get dump for eating

out at the next-door restaurant

One day when you are really old young man

You are gonna be on your porch rocking

You are gonna see one of her pass by

Still looking fly

You try to say high but your loose teeth and gums are rattling

She has a man with her who owns the twinkle in her eyes

You know why, for once you had your turn

But you lost your try,

What? did you say something sir?

Oh no, it was just a sad sigh

So listen here young old head

Start thinking with the right head

Before end up lonely with no one

But your bed pan beside you on your deathbed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Road to Forgiveness

 

Bumping into facts

That opened my eyes

Denials shades

Cracked at my feet

As the intro to truth

I did not want to meet

Shook my hands with an icy grip

So Frozen solid it began to stick

Until I slipped back

Into my bag of tricks

Keeping me from facing

And bracing these licks

Sometimes revelation

Feels like the lash of whips

I see, but I do not want to know

I hear but I do not want to care

My perfect portrait of your view

Framed with innocence, baby blue

Has toppled its tower, fallen apart,

You have recklessly broken my heart

Still wearing those old cracked around  

Have convinced you that

I am blind and planted in your ground

So you continue, as if nothing is wrong

Singing your old whine and grind song

Working me into the melody of the throng

That help to push me forcefully along

Breaking your flow of influence

I now walk and talk with common sense

I massage my mind with god’s word and presence

Relieved from the knots and bolts that made me tense

Just being me without your shadow and pretence

I am discovering my self again

I am uncovering my hidden self to rain

The wind blows through my hair

Without a care or thought of fear

Whistling with the breeze as light as air

Rolling with the rapids with force and might

I thank the almighty for giving me true sight.

I forgive you for your indiscretions of night

I forgive you with grace and mercy of light

Adieu, I must move on and take my flight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

COMMITMENT

 

 

Words so easily spoken

Random thoughts so easily expressed

Words with no root to begin with

therefore they have no fruit in the end

 

Broken promises

Silent lies

Hand shake of agreement

More likely not recognized

No value to vows confessed

No appreciation of trust expressed

 

Honor, character, commitment

Strangers to us now

To the god of self, we are beginning to bow

We are beginning to bow

That is why we are losing

The father, the mother

 The friend,

The spousal lover

We are losing each other.

 

 

 

 

 

THE HAND CLAPPED

 

 

 

View

The swallows nestled in convened flock
Atop my roof, they sat aloof, and at peace
Ratatat! Ratatat!
What was that?
all at once, as in a desperate breath of release
they flapped and flipped!
at the sound of the hand clapped
Ascending away to oblivion
like the mysterious beyond
they have mounted, taken flight
like sweet chocolate dots,
fading away from tasteful sight

my roof has no more hair, nor feather
for the glory of your love once e-ter-nally promised
has left my forehead cold scornfully un-kissed
leaving only the stench of your pungent releases
for that moment, shame as thorns crowned
on my head leaving, deep creases

Crack! Boom!
The thunder rolled
With voice of vindication
Dash! Flash!
The lightening flared
With awakening, illuminating revelation

Ratatat! Ratatat!
What was that?
All at once the sky went black
With the sound of a mighty hand clap
Again lightening flashed and thunder spoke
Commanding the willows rains
And oh it obeyed loquaciously, lavishly
in sheets of unrelenting redemption.
It poured and I pored
It poured and I pored
Till my roof was cured
My gardens watered
And my fruit restored
The Swallows gulp no longer a choking glob upon my head
The merciful rain washed away all the pain and dread

Ratatatat, ratatatat!
What was that?
The hand clapped in applause
The hand clapped, I rejoiced!
The hand clapped in applause
The hand clapped, I rejoiced!
Whooosh! Whoosh ,
The cool winds sublime
On the wings of time
Carry me on to another season
Another time, redefined reason
The white doves nestle in convened flock, atop my roof
They sit gracious and at peace , restoring my youth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

prayer puffs

 

 

puffs of little prayers

under the breath of the mind

the sporadic informal kind

puffs of smoke, go up to the sky

i don't know how high

but to the lord i hope will reach

puffs of little prayers

under the breath of my heeart

they are sincere

though short.

prayers of, thank you,

i love you.

help me lord,

i don't know what to do!

breaths of groaning

when my heart and soul

are moaning

prayers without words

even to the mind, unheard.

go through all the steps they say ,

but, no time

urgency does not let me obey

but desperately

i cast my care on him

without fear, i cast up . . .

puffs of little prayers

under the breath of my mind

the sporadic informal kind

puffs of smoke

go up to the sky

i don't know how high

but to the lord

i hope will reach

puffs of little prayers

under the breath of my heart

for where there is smoke

there was a fire start.

to the victims here or there

who had no time

for a formal prayer

as their tower of life

came crashing down!

and up in smoke!

i believe as the reality of

this is real, not a joke hit them!

not all,

but many desperate,

sincere cries went up,

invisible to you and i.

as the big puffs of smoke

violated the beautiful sky line,

little puffs of prayer,

went even higher

god heard their cry.

prayers of repentant hearts

prayers for their children

for family and friends

priorities were in order then

god now was their only friend.

no choice left,

but cry . . .

in the twinkling of an eye

lord have mercy on me

as i die.

puffs of little prayers

under the breath of the mind

the sporadic informal kind

puffs of smoke go up to the sky,

we don't know how high

but to the lord we hope will reach

puffs of little prayers

under the breath of the heart

for where there is smoke

there was a fire start.

 

 

 

 

 

You can't stay pregnant forever

 

 

You can’t stay pregnant forever . . .

You will ultimately have to face that painful,
oh so painful moment of release
the aftermath won't be bitter but sweet

The big round belly is cute, the attention is special
But you have been forever pregnant with potential

Beware, stillbirth does not rebirth
Abortion process is a distortion of birth

Things will not get to fruition
If you never pay the tuition of labor
You have to put in work to bring forth

In desperation you may have to operate
Because of delay that caused complications
You must birth by any means necessary.
Yes, surgery may be necessary

You can’t stay pregnant forever.

The Baby Shower Celebration is over
The nursery is prepared
You can’t hide in incubation till whenever

No one can push for you
Don’t let the dream die inside of you
It’s time to push that vision through

You can’t stay pregnant forever.

 

 

A Good Thing

 

Hold up wait a minute here

I did not even catch that

I was so busy being exited and flattered

That I did not sit back and

Analyze the reality of what really mattered

No you did not interview me!

I don't care who you are

no you didn't!

well who interviewed you?

who screened you?

who schooled you?

how dare you put me on the spot?

as if you caught me with my hand in the pot

I do not need to be approved by you

If you are so interested

You know what to do

Call me

Ask me

Don't send middleman

Missile man may trans-late or

Too early

Bird catch your own worm

don't get nervous or squirm

what you work for is what you earn

I know who I am

And whose I am

I have been made and molded

By his hand

So, if you want to know me truly

Ask the one who knows me fully

What you see is not what you get

To know the unseen, know my spirit

Then you will hear it

The truth, of who am I

So stop the one hundred questions

Because I only have one answer

I am a child of the king

A for sure, good thing

Washed in the blood

Of the lamb

Delivered by his hand

A princess

A woman of power

A lady

A precious flower

A soldier of the lord

I carry his sword

And use it skillfully

I am female, yet I

Proclaim his name boldly

With his power and might

I do fight

So enough of the twenty questions

I can't believe I even answered one

You won’t catch me off guard again

Through this experience

Wisdom has rained

 

 

 

 

 

WAKE UP!

 

 

 

 

The alarm in your soul is screaming out
You press snooze once again to shut its mouth
You snuggle back into your dreams of traditional illusions
This is the real world, that's your conclusion
Hammering on into deep sedation
So you eventually break the alarm

clinging to your mid summer nights dillusion

 

Wake up while you can still hear His voice
Wake up while conviction still influences your choice
Don't allow your soul to rigamortis
into a cold hard place
Where you no longer desire to hear His voice or to seek His face.
If you keep pressing snooze
You will lose
Wake up!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Buzz-less Bee

I am tired of being your side bar conversation

I am tired of being only extra-terrestrial relation

Tired of your long stops and short goes

Where you are today nobody knows

Giving me half plate appetizers

And never a sip of buddy wiser

I am tired of your lethargy with me

I am tired of you buzz-less bee

For all you want it seems is to sting me

Since I won’t let you light on my tree

You stay away selfishly for you are

Only a bee after my sweet sticky honey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Church girl

 

Church girl don't turn back!

On your testimony do not slack

You told him the word

You boldly swirled your sword

Now temptation of imagination

Has you flowing in presumptuous

Indignation.

Now you desire to say things

out of place

frustrated and flustered

as you sit face to face

desiring things

that you should not

church girl don't forget

that following your flesh

will lead to death

church girl call on god for help

he will bring the right person

a straight walker

not a crooked talker

at the right time

church girl close your legs

Hold on to that dime

don't get out of line.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

COME

 

Woman, thou hast spoken

Woman, thou art broken

But to me you are a precious token

Know this, You are not forsaken

All that the enemy has taken

Will be restored to you seven fold

Your whole story has not been told

Your future is bright

As you seek my face

And in me delight

Your purpose I will unfold

Come, into the warmth of

My presence

Come my love, out of the cold

Let me embrace your soul

let me hold you,

And make you whole

There is healing in my wings

Won’t you let me sing a song of

Refreshing,

A symphony of renewal

To your wounded places

Breathing life once again

To your abandoned hopes

Forgotten dreams

Allow me to abundantly bless

Come

hungry soul

Come

wounded soldier

The war is over

you have won

Through the blood

of the lamb

Come

 

 

 

 

 

 

An itch in my wings

Lord, where am I supposed to be now?

Lord, where should my feet take plow?

Am I out of season in a past waste estate?

What, where, when do I get out of this state?

I would go, if I knew where to turn

But I am here feeling out of place like my better has too long churn

from a worn out welcome

Holy Spirit lead me, guide me to the will of your kingdom.

May stagnation my fame not be, But progress love and liberty.

I’ve got an itch in my wings

That only a wide stretched soar scratching ambitious skies can cure

Like a bullet from the gun of a trigger happy cowboy

I am ready to shoot and aim high

Like a drunk who just got sober

These walls of restriction

Quake from my push for eviction

I want to break out of this limitation

I want to resurrect from casket duration

I embrace my future and project

Forward, forward march

For victory, forward march to make history

Charging over Jericho’s crumbled walls

Charging forth with triumphant call

Lord I don’t know where I am supposed to be now

Nor do I know where my feet should plow

But I feel a shifting from this place

I feel the wind blowing in my face

A western breeze of direction I do feel

Yet I won’t move in haste, but at your will

Lord please speak clearly to me now

Lord please give me direction where, when and how

For I’ve’ got an itch in my wings

 

 

I Saw Her

I saw her face in the grip of his fist

I saw the words faint at the door of her lips

I saw her eyes selling suffocated cries

She learned how to smile through despairing sighs

I heard the thunderous clap, to her delicate face

I –heard- it

The intimidating grip to her waist

The- you better not expose me and act right in this place

The unspoken rule

I- saw- it

The heart beats crashing through her chest

Wondering if she did it, said it, made it right

Maybe then he would be nice tonight

I- felt -it

He is on the prowl once again

The act to his show has opened

Act one is his charm

Act two is his swarm

To your mind

With words tender and kind

Drowning out all reason

Rendering you blind

So you walk down the isle

All dressed up in style

To sign your life away

He has conquered his prey

But the scenes will end once

By then too late

You now unwillingly participate

In the secret under cover life

The moppet puppet wife

His hand up your back

Pulling your strings

Bruising your rack

Be careful

Beware

Of his deceitful stare

Great decisions should be

Bathed in prayer

Don’t let your longing desire

Cause you to foolishly walk into the fire.

 

 

desperation

Stop chasing

Stop racing

the brother you are casing

For the catch of your day

You are the prize

So why is there desperation in your eyes

Why the echo’s of hollow in your sighs

Why the throbbing between your thighs

You want it so bad

You pursue a tad

Bit more than you should

Seeking them out in their corner of the hood

What are you trying to achieve

What pain are seeking to relieve

Bobby, Richard and Steve

Have their head swole

Like hot cakes these brothers

Are on your roll-odex

You call them every hour

You try not to dial but you can’t resist

You never used to be like this

But the fear of aloneness

Has you feeling pressed

You don’t want to be out there

Cold shoulders back bare

You want warm arms to hold and caress

But are you really ready to go there

On a journey for which you are undressed

So come in from this wild chase of gander

That has you in a maze spinning in wonder

That empty cup of bitter dregs

Dry desert that stings more your thirst

going in circles foolishly rehearsed

the mirage you see you know is not there

won’t you come back to the throne of my care

stop chasing rainbows, Barbie dolls, and teddy bears

grow up and die to your childish fears

god has all the patterns he will stitch every tear

but you have to stop this craze

to halt this addictive crave

if you are still broken

you will be a prey like token

to the wolf in disguise

but you are so depraved, and confused

you forgot that you are the prize

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don't Follow Your Heart

 

Deceitful heart

Why cross the line

You may not come back this time

The heart loves what it wants

Justifies what is feels

So don't set your heart up for a fall

If it feels good

You will return for a call

What once seemed so wrong

Has now changed your song

Rhymes and reasons

Are now your defense

That's why God says

Guard your heart

Protect its innocence

The addiction of desire

has its own voice

chains of yearning  

direct your course

you try to fight it

but, your heart has made its choice

to feed into your crave

although the last time

you promised to behave

oh but deceitful heart

has blinded your eyes

blocked your ears

clouded your mind

this hold so strong

keeps you confined

to its prison of longing

of thirsting, hungering.

Addiction is the spirit

The objects are the chains

Be they, money, sex, food

Drugs, gambling even pain

It does not matter

for addiction has you in the game

the object of your desire

is what fuels it's fire.

To get out of the losers sport

You must surrender,

give God your heart

before compromise

tears you apart.

Losing your soul is not

worth following your heart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dust Bunnies

While cleaning up

I swept up bits and pieces

of you and me

Places we have been

Things we did together and seen

Fragments of memories

Splinters of glass that used to be

A happy reflection of our family.

Spiders ran across the floor

confirming the cobwebs that now block light

in our haunted mansion of bad memories

I sweep

And sweep

Some corners are hard to reach

I can still hear the preacher preach

“God can do all things”

Things do grow old, I say

If not treated with maintained care

So now what is left

are fragments,

Just mere chips off the old block of ice

our cold marriage

I don’t have all the pieces,

If I did, where would I begin

The eggs have been scrambled.

Can God unscramble this omelet?

Well, all the trash is now collected

in my dustpan of goodbyes

and away they go, to return no more

Goodbye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ERUPTED

 

I have opened my heart up wide like a volcano

My love, my emotions have erupted

They wash over me in waves

It keeps coming up

Spilling in salty tears

That does nothing but wash the eyes

That sees its root of cares

The picture is clear

The truth is I do not care

Any more

And this volcano is on edge at the brim

All that I have held in is spilling.

I have stayed here too long

My hesitation to move was wrong

A stagnant feel is what is left

Like stale bread

I should have left when he told me

I should have moved even though he did not show me

I will never again delay to obey

Instructions given

Because it will effect the way I am living

Logic is not my beam

Only on His word I lean

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

eyes of a wounded man

I looked into the eyes of a wounded man

The tears tremble at his brim

I cannot save him

I cannot save him

His eyes cry out to me hoping I care enough to

Rescue him from his self loathing

The earthquake within him is threatening, he tries to conceal

But I can see the deep oceans of pain that need to be healed

And I cannot risk drowning. I cannot risk the vacuuming whirlpool

My prophetic eyes are wide open

I will not shut them

I see a painful future with him

I must escape his hot pursuit

He is so tenacious like a rowdy youth

But I cannot risk the undertaking of his over taking me

I will run to the hills for there is a foreboding mystery

That I have already solved

Closing my eyes will cause it to evolve

Its manifesting will bring about my extinction

I run away I run away, from this set-up annihilation

Do not chase me, do not catch,

Your cockatrice eggs will hatch

Leave me be

Leave Me To be free

 

 

FOR A MORSEL

 

What is your morsel

What would you for your anointing sell

What doth make you compromise

And flirt with fires of hell.

What hunger within you craves

Things that do not satisfy

But end up in the graves.

What is your morsel

What distracts you great

Forgetting what you are called for

On Gods blessings you do not wait

What takes your desire to pray

Has you wasting time each day

Missing out on precious moments

Caused by delay.

What is your morsel

is it career, husband or friend

Is it money,

your belly, craving sweet honey

the approval of a friend

loneliness to end.

What is your morsel?

Esau's morsel was the stew

Being satisfied in his flesh

Was his undo

Losing his rightful place

He had to run a long race

It could have been as easy

as step one to step two

ask God to deliver you

from your morsel of stew

Help wanted

She hung the ‘help wanted’ sign outside her window.

‘Apply Within’ it read.

She waited, she prepared her bed.

‘No experience necessary’ the finer print continued

On the job training for those who qualify

Full time positions only

Resumes and references required

She hung her curtains of desire

He rang the bell

She did not answer

She looked out to see her caller

He waited long

The doorbell sang its song

She did not answer

One look and she knew he was wrong

She poured perfumes of drunkenness

Unto the linens and to her dress

Her bath of milk and rose hips

Petal kissed her skin,

new wine sweetened her lips

her tongue now dripped with

Clover honey

she covered herself in potent garb

he rang the bell

she did not answer

he left his business card

a wealth of knowledge her soul absorbed

for she was a student of wisdoms cord

she played the strings of truth that her pied

voice sang

the music of  intelligence from her heart called

once again the bell rang

she heard no echo of her rhyme

so alone at her door he sang out of time

her stove was alit with pot of stew

well-seasoned, full of flavor

from the sunny brew

skilled at the skillet

her cuisine was exquisite

the steam of  simmering pan

escaped through her window

again the bell rang

mouthwatering for a taste

he licked his lips

he walked away looking at her

looking at him through her blurred window

trash day arrived

she took it all outside

all the garbage, the baggage

collected from the past  and her lineage

she went back to the window  

cleaned it to a shine

clean and clear inside and out

he came once again tall and sure

as he removed the help wanted sign, it tore

he rang the bell, he waited

she ran to the door elated

she opened up to his gleaming smile

the one she had been waiting for all the while

she opened for she was ready

she opened for it was time

she opened for trash day was gone

her bed was laid

her meal prepared

her mind and soul the past remand  

and she was well clad!

the crumpled sign fell from his hand

he took hers and they conquered the land

now the sign reads as you pass bye

position filled, you need not apply.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Insanely Lucid

 

 

PS. I have so MUCH to tell you.

If I took off the mask of the informality of depravity
And watered your naïve wide eyed pose
Your mouth would agape like a newly opened rose
then drop like sun scorched petals
as your ideals of sweet rose water faded
and withered to a reality that is full of thorns that do prick,
and a truth that is too thick
to brush under the rug of denial,
rug of lay down and cry on,
the rug of Oriental, 'or- it- ain’t -all' that bad!
The nakedness uncovered is sad . . .
ashy knees, droopy breast and protruding gut!
A perpetrating girdle can hide so much. Until it all hangs loose
and ties you in a strategically manipulative noose
that threatens to stifle your vibrant breath.
to leave you helplessly hanging with no hope left.
The Boogie Man is real
Not like the horror thrillers that steal
And make believe to your ill screams
Because all along you know it is only a dream
You don’t even have to sleep to wake up from
But what if it is nightmare that is so real that you can’t go to sleep to escape
Super heroes and count Dracula’s both wear capes.
So which one is it
Which dream is it
Am I sleeping or am I awake
Am I nailed to the stake
Or am I Suzy Home Maker
Baking a chocolate cake
Which reality am I in
I have to choose the way I am living
The queen of a king
Or the concubine perpetrating a ring
This dream is insanely lucid!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is it possible?

Lord my god

Is it possible to be perfect?

To live holy without defect

Instead of

Falling over the same stone

Bruising that same scarred bone

When will I no longer walk sin prone?

It is easy to talk it out

But often a challenge to act it out

I know it is a process to achieve

An act of faith to believe

That you can make us holy

In fact, in act, and intact

So I embrace this holy race

In sober humble pace

I walk

I walk it

I walk it out

Walk it out

I often wonder when will be the last

When will this struggle be in my past

But alas it seems the same shadow is cast

Should I pray more should I fast

How can I stop my deliberate grasp

On things so illicit, so decrepit

Take the taste of it out of my mouth lord

Until it is legal and can be afford

Take the appetite of the night

Shed the beaming light of your presence

Word alive in my sight

So that I will walk right

To walk

To walk it

To walk it out

Walk it out

 

Don't be weak minded, following every wind that blows,
not knowing where it came from
and knowing not where it goes. 
Consider wisdom, and let it be your guide; 
Godly wisdom that He gives all who are humble not deceived by pride. 
The ways of the world are alluring to the blind folded fool, 
embrace wisdom, stop trying to fit in, 
so you miss it, a misfit trying to be so cool. 
The fear of God is the beginning flicker, lighting dark eyes
The denial of God is where life ends, and the soul dies
The rejection of God's Word is where righteousness wanes 
and a nation embrace lies, leading to its demise.
Embrace Wisdom.

-GEM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wait on the Lord to be blessed

Don't settle for the devil's mess.

Put His Holy Word to the test.

Stand on it from the sun's rise

To the golden moon's crest.

Wait my sister, wait my brother.

Trust in the Lord not your intellect.

Even if it takes longer than the rest

In the end you'll have the Kingdom's best.

Wait on His best

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When a man perceives a woman as merely something to conquer,
He will hunt her down vehemently every minute of every hour
She may blush and melt at his aggressive fiery flatter.
As she lays down her quivering fruit for his looming tower
Unknowingly she has blindly surrendered all her power
Once he has swallowed the feast of her defeat . . . his belly for her will sour.
Ladies always remember you are the prize.
Shut your legs, clean your ears
open your eyes, and don't compromise.
The thief always comes wearing a princely disguise
But stand on the truth, so you don't fall for his lies.
Don't be needy or desperate.
You are a prize
#Kingsdaughter 

 

 

 

NO UMBRELLA

You cry under your cover

I feel your heart of pain

I love you even through the rain

No umbrella

We are soaked with the trauma

You and me. We are drowning in it

Lord, please cover us.

Lest we be swept away in grief

Please be our reprieve

Please send us relief

Help us to breath

In between these highs and these lows

In between the hugs and verbal blows

 

May love- intervene

May unity be more than a dream

May we be on the you and me, we team

Not the boxing ring mix match

ting a ling, ling

going to your cold corner, sing your rhythm and blues

only to come out and fight again, no change of shoes

the same old dance

the same mortal combat

let’s take the gloves off

let’s put down the knives

they speak only the art of war life

give me hug, love

and feel my heart again

as I feel your heart again

and love you through His reign

no umbrella

we are covered in his armor

you and me

we are covered in his shower

we are soaked in his presence

the glory of his essence.

May we be consumed by His Holy Fire

May His Spirit take us higher

May we be drenched in His reign

May we soak in it

No umbrella