‘Aversion’

Forgive Yourself for God Has Already Done That!

(April 8, 2019)—The commentary for my piece titled ‘Salvation’s Need’ I speak about salvation and God taking grace away if we go against Him. A friend called and told me that God does not take away grace. I beg you differ.

Ever since the incident with the Jeep, I have been reverted back to feeling like crap. I can’t seem to return to the good diet that was making me feel great, nor the tanning, nor the exercising. I’m told to get an attorney and sue these people, but, at the same time, that’s not what I’m supposed to do. Faith. I’m supposed to rely on faith. I’ve been battling with all of this lately.

I finished my vow. I’m supposed to wait now. And my relationship with the sweet man…what relationship? All my values, morals, principles are in question right now…every single thing I stand for! The voice of death has crossed my threshold several times in these last couple of months because I’m so tired of fighting, so tired of people lying to me. I’ve been in a battle per say.

I have been working late on my website and getting up late each day. I had gotten myself on a schedule, but that has been thrown out the window. I suddenly have that rush again…like I’m up against a clock. So, this morning after reading a few things on Facebook, I got my coffee and sat down. My Bible and writing tablet staring at me. The pull to cry came from way deep inside. And the tears started to fall. I started to feel sorry for myself. I see my sisters posting about their lives. My little sister and her family. I asked myself, ‘Where’s my joy? Where’s my family?’

 Aversion
 
You† stripped me of life
sent me into strife
in order for me
to truly see the light
 
I knelt...prayed for truth
stripped of wisdom‒
made into a fool
only to rise then fall in glue
stuck in deceived...malice
drowning in the body's surface
lust took hold...every crevice
 
my mind stuck in evil's drool
lying, stealing...seeking revenge‒
all evil's time in consume
I surrounded myself‒
in the duel
bathing in its fumes
yelling, pulling, yanking
trying to see truth
‒in all I assumed
 
all its evilness‒
pulling me from the light
pushing me‒
to take my very life
over and over‒
keeping me in strife
leaving...I think not!
laughing at my struggle‒
in fight
holding me down from flight
suffocating‒
blinding my sight
 
I prayed to see truth
now I see evil's embedded rules
the play‒
leaving countless clues
lust being its endless tool
using love‒
in its game of fools
 
Lord†, I see the aversion‒
I see the message in truth
in my mind‒
the careless insertion
‒troubled heart
sunk in its inclusion
 
I know why they sink‒
into drugs...sexual immorality
they were too young
when it all begun
to fight evil's manipulating reality
get to the children first
‒You† showed me this
before any verse
revealing truth‒
way before my coming doom
 
then my 360...then the loop
three adults in evil's coop
the wreckage‒
I didn't know what to do
for I was encaged, too
 
get to the children first
 
innocence‒
pulled from the light
no strength
to put up a fight
‒growing up
with an inside strife
splitting the mind
evil...preventing
the thinking of twice
 
Lord†, thank you
for the truth
please clear my mind‒
fill me with You†
evil strangles
all that's true
I'd rather be filled with You†
than lust's
careless drool
Continue reading “‘Aversion’”

‘Thank You for the Time’

Let yourself learn from the lessons given!

A sample from Book 12

  Thank You for the Time
 
I often mix up the rhyme
wanting the rhythm
in times
then I think
this life of mine
has to end some time
 
thank you, Lord†, for the time
the silence
the frozen bones
thinking deep...on my own
without stories to tell
‒just a visit home
 
thank you, Lord†, for this time
everyone has seeds sewn
everyone to everyone...cloned
beeps from a wireless phone
passing on‒
without really being known
 
I thank you anyway, Lord†
for this time
for bleak bitterness
in my mind
for the tearing love
in my heart
‒I once fought so hard
feeling so torn apart
in this space...I am caught
reading words‒
to me...once taught
 
thank you, Lord†
my lessons are mine
listening deep‒
watching go by...the time
wondering if enough‒
I've been kind
 
no backwards
only forwards
can I move the line
taking the lessons‒
building new rhyme
understanding the journey
through time
is not just mine
 
thank you, Lord Yeshuah†
for all those moments
in time
I'll bring them all in
play with them
in my mind
then cherish the rhyme
after all, You've† given me
the time
Continue reading “‘Thank You for the Time’”

‘Places Shackled’

You’ve got to ask God and stop complaining!

A sample from Book 10

  Places Shackled
 
He† asked not to forsaken Him†
yet gives a choice‒
free-will to accept within
 
analogies, theological preachings
leads only to leeching
the wrong, deceitful teaching
‒a constant arguing of bitching
leaves hungry souls
waiting, anticipating
in places allowing shackling
 
He's† proven enough
for everyone's love
 
He† doesn't have to do rough
‒that's the enemy's stuff
but He'll† get tough
when love's smothered in crud
 
to push buttons
lead people to suffering
‒He's† testing
seeing who's believing
wondering how long
for hearts in changing‒
faith begins ringing
 
amazing to watch‒
tickings of the cock
deceptions...coming in hot
‒evil's little bot
it'll be easy to come in‒
without a knock
as you wage wars
on a dot
 
careful now‒
He† understands wow
hears every prayer in loud
 
evil things...He† does allow
waiting for the choice
a hungry heart's voice
in free-will...the bow
‒without asking how!
Continue reading “‘Places Shackled’”

‘Looking Within’

Men miss the point of what makes a woman special!

A sample from Book 10

 Looking Within
 
it's not to your treasures
you are bound
look carefully around‒
is your heart sound
 
quantity of possessions
do you measure
your worth
all your journey's identities‒
do you take pleasure
now...from your birth
is that the quality
your only creation
 
all your roads traveled
of life‒
are you still baffled
wishing‒
you were still
in the cradle
wishing‒
on no experiences
to tattle
 
is it no more a mystery
your back there history
 
for every lesson
comes a reason
for the next season

 
round and round
goes the merry-go-round
'til no more
you see the clown
never lost, never found
stuck in between
that round and round
not seeing the lesson
not rightfully sound
 
'til it comes from within
the stuck
always in begin
again and again
 
so sad at the end
feeling still in begin
Continue reading “‘Looking Within’”

‘Colorless Birds’

We’re all various shades of brown!

A sample from Book 10

 Colorless Birds
 
a failed adhesion
‒mixed hypercritical damnation
of all the hysteria‒
the misunderstood mystery
hundreds of years
still shed tears
still darkened fears
 
what was fought
so hard for
it doesn't seem
we came too far
even living
under the same stars
color‒
keeps bringing us back
‒justice lacked
white...black
heresy in a broken-down shack
 
tackle the government
‒greed's endowment
keeping
that stupid war's enlightenment
taking it's very commitment
back to days of judgment
 
where are the colorless birds
‒haven't you heard
that war ended
in a blood-soaked swirl
leaving this mixed-race girl
in a confused swirl
 
‒still an uneven world
lost in racial twirls
 
we're still paying tokens
‒what was broken
thought to be fixed
‒all should be mixed
still backwards
the clock tics
 
years and years
suffered pain
what did we gain
‒it's just insane
still playing
this black-white game
 
didn't king die
for a simple dream
 
to live in a time
where there is no color
 
just people
where each other
given no time to smother
no matter skin color
you're still my sister, my brother
 
honoring a man's life
doesn't give war the right
to bury the dream
‒words he openly screamed
leave hatred...difference behind
to each other
be kind
 
it's just time
stop banking on race
look into each other's face
see beauty's lace
of God's† amazing grace
Continue reading “‘Colorless Birds’”

‘A Beacon’

You MUST take action instead of trolling!

A sample from Book 10

  A Beacon
 
do you hear it–
ring, ring, ring
liberty does sing
 
through the tiniest notion
–every vocation
each unique imagination
 
one nation
stands for liberation
she's not a simulation
she's reality's verification–
there's ramifications
if tied by dictation
 
do you hear it–
ring, ring, ring
liberty does sing
 
no unification of nations
can match her situation
no militant formulation
can undermined her creation
 
she has limitations
push her motivation–
her wrath's determination
unveils against aggression
 
do you hear it–
ring, ring, ring
liberty does sing
 
all look upon her manifestation
for freedom's not suppression
it's an awakening sensation
unmatched by any's validation
 
she is liberation
the beacon of hope rendition
to all oppression
she is the united states of america–
under God†
she is one nation
to the world's population
she is their mandation–
 
being free is
God's† given human condition
not under bureaucracy regulation
not under controlled restriction
but through
the self's desire for liberation
 
do you hear it–
ring, ring, ring
liberty does sing
Continue reading “‘A Beacon’”

‘Laughing Smile’

God wants us happy. Evil wants us sad! You do the math!

A sample from Book 9

 Laughing Smile
 
it took her a while
breaking open that smile–
gaining the strongest need
laugh...laugh like a child
 
she didn't need to ask how–
she lifted her heart to God†
walked long, long miles
for that laughing smile
 
she sealed it...inside
bringing it out
when gone was her doubt
 
no, she didn't have to shout
she learned to keep her head
in the clouds
forgetting
what frowns were about
–just laugh...yes she did
out loud
 
she had it down-pat
that girly laugh
–adding a bit of sass
you do the math–
she intended for it to last
not caring
where she was at
at anyone
came that laughing sass–
smiling so big
walking
shaking her ass
 
she knew that surety
came straight
from the Lord†
she didn't have to ask
what for
she just knew
she was worthy
 
then this thunder came
bringing her to lame
her truthfulness
remaining the same
fighting off
anger's vengeful flame
as her world
tipped its bowl
a once.again fold–
that place
she promised herself
she wouldn't go
 
she didn't choose the fold
it just slide
in to corrode
sinking its stronghold–
not letting go
 
burying
in an inside rage
she...again
locked herself in a cage
 
patiently she began to wait
living a bit sedate
wondering...why so late
that smile on her face
 
then there it was...gleaming
like in a summer's dream
waiting there
to be redeemed
 
she didn't think twice
remembering how it felt
so real, so right
she didn't really fight
she just walked
the way of the light
 
its uncertainty remains–
her holding onto it
a bit of a strain
struggling through the rain
that comes with pain
 
it did take her a while
breaking open that smile–
regaining that need
to laugh
laugh like a child
 
the first time
the second time
she didn't need to ask how
so she did again–
lift her heart to God†
taking on long, long miles
–for it's always worth the wait
for that laughing smile
Continue reading “‘Laughing Smile’”

‘Spaces of Real’

That place where you are no longer hurting!

A sample from Book 7

 Spaces of Real
 
where do you fit in
when you're searching
for truth
–all seems a flute
 
when you're pushing–
revealing all you do
just to get through
 
when you talk to God†
–each day
just getting by
wondering
how
this day
you survived
 
knowing
because of someone else
tears you try
not to cry
 
over anger
you become
a hardened manager
wondering
what it is
that's
lost inside of you
 
yes, where do you fit in
–this society of fake
lost in its self-absorbed wake
 
when men are weak
constantly
searching
something always better
they seek
 
hanging you out to dry
without reasons of why
 
leaving you
constantly
searching
for spaces of real
where there's no reason
to conceal
what's truly hiding
deep inside
Continue reading “‘Spaces of Real’”

‘Salvation’s Need’

To Deny Others Is To Deny God!

 Salvation's Need
 
test after test
I have failed
my 360
to the cross...nailed
You† brought people to me
in their time of weak
‒salvation
I failed to help them seek
 
instead, I buried them deep
words from my mouth
did seep
actions
I didn't allow to creep
in self
I curled up in weep
 
my time has come and sailed
out of all of it
I tend to bail
turning my back
not wanting to see
how another's picture
on them...creeps
I just give up and flee
 
whatever awakens
this ignorance of me
strip it
take it from me
strengthen me
help me to see
keep me from feeling sorry
lost in self pity
 
Lord†, this part of me
that lived unselfishly
I lost
please return it to me
without this lumpy throat
from way down deep
without fears and anxiety
help me open my mouth
speak
in words of calm
humility, peace
without selfish
insecurities
Continue reading “‘Salvation’s Need’”

‘Dwelling’s ‘Back Then”

Move Forward: Body, Mind and Spirit, and Leave the Past In the Past

A sample from Book 8

 Dwelling’s 'Back Then'
 
we lived back then
‒our biggest season
living in young
everything’s begun
never still...sitting
‒moving in the constant
of run
having class
having fun
our communion
‒our glittering sun
 
reminiscing
reliving‒
our mind’s on-going reunion
‒a slight prison
caught-up spectrum
indulging...believing
our past
our best, truest companion
 
turning needles to diamonds
quarts to gallons
each new past
remembering sermon
grows
consumes‒
our present moment’s devotion
 
staying stuck
good...bad
all problems, experiences‒
abstractions
‒digging deep
our use-to-be fund
concealing
present’s affirmations
 
it’s done‒
time for a ascension
new’s dimension
 
the past‒
our firm confirmation
holding on‒
constantly living
in its circulation
‒caught in its dreamy emotion
keeping us in equivocation
bypassing present’s creation
 
it’s done‒
our back then
 
it’s time
make the incision
no longer in young
but still living
in fun
willingness to run
 
keeping our retrospections
but allow in
new manifestations
all else‒
move to preservation
 
it’s built us
gave us qualifications
for now’s implementation
 
stop dwelling on
back then
start living
in now’s skin
 
new moment’s begin
heightens
ascends
new memories
creating a foreign spin
awakening
now’s life
we’re in
 
allow the transcend
build new mountains
‒from young
to older...wiser
within
 
then‒
sets a new trend
that day coming
age sets in
on porches
breathing in fresh winds
under summer suns
in chairs
rocking
memories
unpacking
easily spoken
story-telling
of live in living‒
not broken
not stuck in young’s brethren
 
instead‒
a put-together rendition
of a life lived
in total contribution
 
let go of back then
awaken
in now’s innovation
live‒
new moments
in motivation
new memories
adding to collections
 
for in aged years
recollections
the spices‒
our truth’s personification‒
the new young
can’t get enough
with us
lost in conversation
Continue reading “‘Dwelling’s ‘Back Then””