savior
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What race? Human race?
Stop talking about race
Start talking about space
Start talking about grace
Start talking about behavior
Why do people don't like me?
Why all of them hate me?
Why they don't love me?
And nobody else who can't understand me.
Im just a simple girl who tried to be happy
I own the rod
I own the staff
You walk through the valley
I make the path
You fear no evil
No shadow of death
I comfort you
With every breath
The fall was harsh, the winter was bitter.
A frozen field failed to yield spring life
except for one flower. It was no quitter.
It pushed and pounded on the ice in strife
Relief (Heartless)
September 11, 2018 ~ Tuesday
He’s a book with boxes
Analytical machine with no off switch
He’s got a checklist
And I'm on it
A song played on the radio.
Told me that I gotta know
That I'm not alone.
Eyes welling with tears,
I turned it up so I could hear.
Someone with a love so great,
That it never runs out.
Green, lush grass, humble in its tone
Bleeding skies, sunrise, the sun wakes up and moans
Brown trees, green leaves, warm breeze, it's here
The perfect day, to wash away, all stress, anxiety, and fear
JoyAngerLoveI fell in love with Jesus last yearMy Lord and SaviorDied for me, Rose...for meAnd I am in love with HimAnd He is in love with meWe are oneAnd I am free LoveJoyAngerI am angry Angry all the time nowMy Savior didn't do this but life jus
The leaf begins to fall
and the blade becomes red.
My heart dies for her.
I see what could have been,
Poetry... One word.
One word that holds so many feelings.
One word that has saved me in so many ways.
One word that has become my source of air.
My source of safety.
My source of life.
There is a friend that makes me rise each day
A friend who helps me face the day
A friend who laughs and rejoices in my strengths
A friend who cheers me through my darkest days
I feign sleep,
Though I hear the quiet pitter patter of anxious feet,
It takes everything in me to not utter a peep,
To him, my awakening is a treat.
Without any more patience, he pounces,
Poem to a loved one I wrote.
The love exploded on paper from the ink.
Feelings withheld released.
The unknown came to life.
I thought you left me but you stayed. My heart is hurt in every way.
I can't do this on my own. Please help me Lord.
You told me everything I need to know. How to walk the ways of my Savior.
Something overtook me and I did not know what to say.
I struggled with my emotions and was tired of each day.
Abuse in my mind and torment in my soul,
The need to get rid of it so suddenly took hold.
I still remember what my former life was like
I was the jock, can you believe it?
For fourteen years I wore the number 7
The crowds cheered for me
I thought my team was my family
why did it take me so long
to realize there’s only so many burdens a person can carry
I apologize
I made you my mule
thinking you could carry the weight
when in reality, you are a human
Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Three in one, our God most high
You have made the stars burning brightly
Looking up, I am swallowed
By Your oh most brilliant sky
Your glorious heavens are so close here
I guess you could say that I have a lot of friends
I've never met a stranger and
My friendships have no end and
I say that not to brag but to say they don't depend
A Life of struggle, betrayal, pain.
The life of a man with a beating heart but no place for it.
18 Years a lost life was led until a love landed in his lap.
I can live without food, for he nourishes me.
I need not any money, for to him I do not owe.
I shan’t require a majestic domain, for one already awaits.
"Listen," they say, "for his graceful whisper. 'I love you,' He says."
"Wait," they say, "for his healing touch. 'I'l heal you,' He says."
"Look," they say, "for his understanding guidance. 'I will lead you,' He says."
What is my mission?
How can I inspire?
I want to make a difference, but I’m just so tired.
I sit in a room
A dark and cold room
A lifeless,
colorless,
dank room
In the corner I sit
I sit and wait
I wait for hours
From days to week
They took an oath of protections
and we gave them are trust.
Yet in the end it's those we trust our protectors.
That are our demise.
She stands looking in the mirror
and what does she see ?
what she appears
to be
a young woman of faith
filled with promises from above
Her flaws run deep
yet she is washed clean
Everyone has a flaw
That makes them unique
Every mistake
Wish could retake
A teacher we hate
That laughs at our fate
He father of lies
Larks at our lives
When suffer we
Depression creeps into my heart,
Restraining blood flow from the start.
Can't breathe nor think straight.
Tears, that I have come to hate,
Descend as I began to fall apart.
Tears begin in her dead green eyes
which fall and shatter like glass.
Her heart had frozen long ago.
On her face,
She wears a mask.
To them She smiles; I see Her frown.
The shepherd has always told me that I was a black sheep…or…
Maybe that white lamb existing among a pasture of black sheep,
And that coat weight is more valuable than body weight.
The shepherd has always told me that I was a black sheep…or…
Maybe that white lamb existing among a pasture of black sheep,
And that coat weight is more valuable than body weight.
The men are being slaughtered
The women being tortured
Oh God, My God, where are you?
To save them from this fate?
The 'N' marks the houses
Of those who praise your name.
Lord, do not forsake me.
Take away my homeland.
Take away my pride.
Lord, test me.
Leave me no place to hide.
Remove me of my sins.
Blind my eyes from hatred.
Leave me behind
You traced lines into my palms,
Dictating my future,
And rewriting my past.
You peered into my veins,
Studying them as if they were,
The verses of a holy book.
Society seems in a mess
Mothers cry, while Fathers stress
to be polite is a disgrace
as children mock you to your face
drugs and sex aren't hard to find
it seems as if the worlds gone blind
I look around only to find
Sixteen year olds are pregnant,
Twelve year olds are getting high.
Innocent people are getting shot
And teens are committing suicide,
The Seeing Man,
A chaste man displaced,
Saunters through life
Without a single expression
On his pallor white face.
The Seeing Man
Never utters a cross word
He feeds the hungry
What is infinite?
The power within me is limitless,
these words flow out during a rainy evening
as I come with a confidence so definitive
I could have told you two years ago what my mission is.
May we give to him everlasting glory
Alone are we without his mercy
We would be crushed and turned to dust without his breath in our rasping lungs
His hand reaches out to ours
Yet we are oblivious that he is near
The sun smiled down upon the summer trees
That waved back with delighted desire.
Yet it shown not where she stood amongst herself,
Afraid to touch the face of death.
Punches and bruises,
Laughter never seems to come my way.
Yelling, screaming,
No one seems to hear me.
Day by day,
I wish life will end.
Then somthing happens.
Your out of line
And God said to get out of line.
Are you too blind?
You are no longer bound
Bound by material things!
Yet tears come to your eyes,
Cause your soul is dyed.
I believed in once upon a timeuntil I put down the bookI believed in a happy familyuntil my family broke apartI believed in myselfuntil I was torn downPeople told me
I used to believe in 11:11 wishes,
Used to dream of midnight kisses,
I believed in these things and much more,
But all that was in a time long, long, before,
Before the boy ripped at my chest,
I want to sleep...I really do. He's calling just beyond the avenue. Tight curb, love in the low life suburbs. Patiently waiting for me.Sich schminken to hide a brutally gentle tide.
This painful Earth will soon no more exist
Someone please accept my last dying cry
I will vastly go but here is the twist
Children stand tall with minds unpoisoned to the lack of reason we reflect
They carry the powers on their shoulders that we long burried, that we reject
As they grow, they change, become unbalanced and confused
I'm surrounded by many.
I know people love me.
But why do I still feel lonely?
I smile, laugh, and have fun.
But why don't I feel happy?
What people see isn't always true.
Let’s pause.
Give it up for my boy Nas.
The wizard of Oz
From a fetus sucking
His mama’s tatas,
To stealing cars
And breaking laws without cause.
Call me the mamba.
Whats a person to do when their down in the dumps?
When is it time to stop all the cryin' and suck it all up?
When do you tell someone they need to just laugh?
What should you do if theirs no response to "Whadup?"?
10pm:
She sits outside. Let's the rain fall down just to hide her tears and wash away pain and blood.
2am:
Lord out here,
in the wide open.
I seem to always have fear,
but my heart you have woven.
You have taken my broken,
what seemed like dead life.
You have awoken,
I walked inside the shadows
Hiding my face and who I was
I had no voice
I could not speak
Choking on the breaths I could not breathe
I wandered quickly
Anxiously
I fell deeper into the dark
My lifeguard walked on water.
My pastor cast demons out of people’s sons and daughters.
My chef fed 5,000 people with two fish and five loaves of bread.
the family sat around a table
filling every chair
every chair but one
there was one empty chair
he sat by the phone
wanting to talk
but the phone didn't ring
it wouldn't ring
He was my pain, my sorrow, and anger.
He became my heart break and brought me to hate.
You are my savior, my peace, and heart beat.
You became my anchor and brought me back to life.
Pouting like a baby, who was just told no.
Trying to maintaining your composure, so you don't explode.
Turn your head from me, so i wouldn't know.
But i can see, tell me what's happening.
Thoughts- they can either be a bad thing or a good thing.
What happens when those thoughts involve a potential burial 6 feet under.
I'll tell you what happens, those thoughts turn into visual scenarios.
Proverbs 29:18
“Where there is no revelation, the people cast off restraint; But happy is he who keeps the law.”
Clashes of lightning and thunder ambiances are ascended in the heavens
You help me when I’m in need,
and desperate.
I can feel you there with me
when nobody else is around
and I’m crippling in on myself,
lost and alone, streaks of salty water
One..Two...Three... Four... Five.. Six.. Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten... Eleven.. Twelve.. Thirteen...Fourteen ... Fifth teen....debt. In a haze i lay, my eyes filled much with a glaze. The surroundings fade and life slips away.
I am the wind inside the star,
I am the child seen from afar.
I am the water which few can drink,
I am the man who dares to think.
I am the fire burns ever bright,
I am the ancient, age-old might.
Jesus is my hero,
My hope,
My Heavenly Father.
Jesus is my love,
My life,
My Living Water.
Jesus is my passion,
My patience,
My Prince of Peace.
Death he is a warrior,
charging head-on men of great strength and valor.
Death he is a coward,
Reaping youth of no accomplishment or stature.
You are there for me when I am crying,
And in you I console.
You support me in my time of need,
When I require reassurance.
You comfort me in my tragedies,
When I can’t find another friend.
This world gives me a feeling of starkness
So many places growing with darkness
Setting that place on fire
Cause Lord need for you is dire
It's so dark they're becoming blind
I was once lost,
Unnoticed in the crowd,
Never knew who I was,
But now I am found.
I was floating through the days
Wondering where I would go,
My soul was in a haze
But you brought me home.
He holds my heart within his hands
Bending, Molding, all to plan
Sometimes it hurts, but he always works.
The black is now out of my heart, leaving a hole for a new start
I feel all empty, sad and alone
Your love for me is everlasting, second chances only you are casting
Seeking for love all I got was lust, as time past my heart will rust
Despite my past you are still grasping, unto me while I was still dancing
With a new school year, a new start, but friends depart.
And we’ve led our whole lives together, but suddenly we’re taking different paths from each other.
A book of an aunt
Who no longer is here
Turn the pages
Listen
Do you hear them cry?
Torn and worn down but still prized most
This book that is broken
It tells a tale of sleeping beauty and her prince
There is something inside of
each of our
souls-
this desire
for the things
that will destroy
us.
We crave to
behave
in ways that leave
scars.
