Poems ___________________________________________

BETTER THAN THE LATTER

I'm digging myself out a pit that almost killed me - I want to breathe the fresh air of happiness & leave the lonely nights of depression. I'm running to the doors of life and light to jump and splash in the rain of success. I denounce hurt and shame and embrace the tender words of accomplishments. I shall be better than the latter, I shall rise to soar with the elite and those of my descendants shall know and honor my name. They shall worship my God for what he shall do in my life is far greater than those of old - I'm taking my rightful place as a star that doesn't burn out but gives light. I'm gonna be the best me that I could ever be! What you see is preparation.

PAINT THE MIND

I sat and I pondered what to tell you
I wish I could paint a beautiful utopia
But life is hard and sometimes it’s frame
Contains scratches

I thought about pointing out the melodic song
Of the caged bird
But her wings are caged
From a third of her freedom

And the taste of freedom drips in shadows
Of those that retreat from confronting
The battle of the mind
So they stay seated on the sidelines of life
To be honest with you life can paint with you
But the picture depends on the brushes you choose
To paint your view
Emotions or truth

Emotions depict alluring scenery
Until it snares you into its fickle highs and lows
Truth remains constant but doesn’t have the prettiest view
Yet produces freedom

I would urge you to allow your mind to roam free
With creativity and if your frame obtains scratches
It doesn’t take away from the painting of the mind
Because your mind is beautiful

Stand for what you believe in
And never take a seat for deceit
You have the authority to be free
Because life is in what you see
From the mind paint a beautiful picture of free.

REDEFINE THE MIND

Why speak of this preposterous identity
Flustered with ambiguous emotions
Cleaving to heartless words spoken
Ravaging counterparts seeking demise
while soft sadden illumination comes to mind

Who art thou that posses such power
belittling the oppress while sucking
pompous delusions
Teaching generational aloof
Segregating the segregated

Neither are what’s cultivated in mind
yet misguided along the line of what’s
spoken aloud – What’s spoken expounds
Called to transform and to unite
yet misguided by life

MY STANDARD HOPE

I ran to you Lord
Despite the heat from the test
I've lost everything
My sweat pours holding to your words
I'm covered with secret shame

I've failed in the eyes of my own
While the public praises my stature in momentum
Are my standards above the angels
Or have I over looked what’s grown
I hunger to be empty

I chase after your truth Father
Blot out those that oppose me
Free me from the bondage of hypocrital agony
Why is this me
Why have you chosen this path

I smell the laughter of defeat
I hear the footsteps of solitude
Sprinkle the sunlight of fellowship and scatter the pockets of joy
I run deeper into your arms
I'm lost with out you

Cool breezes rub my skin
My spirit is filthy because it rushes back to within
Renew my sight that I might see
Pour warm water that I might hear
Despite the arrows at night and the wicked by day

I look for u at my door step
Come in and eat with me
Allow me to serve you with my praise
My focus is drenched with your ways
I eat from your plate

Hold me to remove my shame
Rub my skin to calm my doubt
Speak your living word to encourage my soul
Be the standard