Leaves have fallen around us throughout these many years
Mist has clouded our eyes with vapors of vast confusion...
No one told us then, how storms might come, how skies would gather tears
Or how the sun would often hide, and seem to disappear
Perhaps those years, might have done such harm, to have shattered our illusions
Instead, we lean into each other's arms, and will stay until conclusion...
For Alfred's Contest: ABC of Love
Down by Bliss Street where the frangipanis bask,
And the Goddess of Love has put up her tent,
Lives a gentleman with fire in his eyes and cats in his kitchen.
Oh of course I will tell you he's an angel if you ask,
And his magic lies in the making of enchantment,
Why then do dark clouds cover my silent sun?
We will sing together and dance in a fury of touch,
Like the wind does when a storm comes passed,
We will laugh and joke and taste wine in gentle sips,
And that won't matter much,
Because as you might have guessed,
Love has taken me and kissed me on the lips.
Time has curled up on her couch like a Siamese cat,
Yet he still loves mangos and a foot massage at night,
Perhaps God finally got it right,
When he touched his finger and tipped his hat,
And he walked out into the light,
Why then do dark cobwebs trap me in fright?
By the sea of blue and the grass so green,
He will lay his head on my shoulder and hum,
And all the dark clouds will drift away,
The cobwebs will vanish forever,
In the dark I will find my way,
The bells repeating in my brain will cease,
And I will be able to breathe again.
Oh gentleman of Bliss Street dance for me once more,
Before the candles in my lonely church are lit,
Come with me and sway upon the dance floor,
And I will read a poem and gently massage your soul,
And the red fire of enchantment will burn forever more.
Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications
Love your self...
My mother an angel
Light shines upon her,
Brilliant and bright
Never ending source of might
Paving the way for her daughter,
So thankful I am able to see
Endless endless endless love
God sent her from up above
Has my best interest at heart
How did she become so smart
Full of wisdom
Unable to pin point exactly how
My mom has that umpth pow
Always puts rainbows in my clouds
My mom one in a million
The day I became yours is the day you became mine
if time heals all wounds,?
my cure lies in patience,?
if sadness makes us stronger,?
sorrow lives as my acquaintance,
the sun rises slowly but has to set again too soon,
the sun brings us the light but is only shadowed by the moon,
the sun shows our imperfections, and the moon leaves them transparent,
but if i speak truth let me be a declarant,
true beauty shines through when under darkness, moon or sun,
your beauty stay true, equalled by none,
time will heal not being by your side,
and the sorrow will give me strength to be proud that i tried,
one day you will find a love much greater than I,
i just long for the chance to say that your mine.
All beliefs can defeat evil forces
Greatly healing individuals
Joining kindness, love
Many now owning passions
Quoting realistic sacrament
Taking ultimate victory
With Xanadu yielding zest
when you are down to nothing, God is up to something that will make your everything.
just have faith as you live on this earth because faith is the substance that maintains our spiritual balance.
it sees the invisible, receives the incredible and makes possible the impossible.
it restores all lost hope and revives all crushed dreams.
it is the root of all religion. without it, we are nothing better than the stones or any non-living thing.
so let us have strength and faith as we live on earth.
thirst and hunger for it. when you find it, keep it so that on that day you will proudly say
i have run the race and kept the faith.
it was given to you on the very first of your breath on this earth at your birth up until to your death.
you just have to ignite it by using the word.
the word of God is like a rhythm.
it enters the body like a seed and when it mixes with the spirit, bears fruit like the energy produced in aerobic respiration.
the word of God does not deform!
and transforms your old form into a new form.
it does not convict the mind
but it converts the mind.
so just like i Fred have said, don't be afraid but take this word as your sword and enjoy this world
I'm gonna draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist
As I draw this picture
A fountain will appear
And as that fountain flows
My troubles disappear
Not all are the same
If one mess up all take the blam
It use to be like that with me
But then I relized every one is a little diff
I wish I could take it back to the ole days on how it use to be
The brotha's that treat you right
You did your thang and he did what he had to do to keep her around
That person I have not yet found
What happen to the grls that use to treat they men right
And love and do what eva it take to keep him each and every night
That person would be me
Men, Boi's, Women, Grl's, just aint how they supose to be
I mean what I am saying is....
I'm that grl to hold him down
I'm that grl that'll most likely when he's hurt beside his fam that'll be around
I'm that grl when we sex or make love that make him weak
Weak for my love
I want that dude I know who will maintain
Like I said NOT ALL ARE THE SAME!!!
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.