Best Yoked Poems


Blur the line

You open your mouth 
And my breath comes out 
My heart spilled on your chest 
I know what happens next
Fingers intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line 
As our souls collide 
You are me and mine

It’s destiny, magnetic force 
It’s only natural, I got no choice 
It’s co regulation, a chemical bond 
I’m tied up, and down, there’s no way around 
If there’s no one to hear it, it still makes a sound 

In the dead of night 
There’s no black and white 
No me and you 
No wrong or right 
I’m scared of my pen like I was born to write 
That we’re two halves 
Of a different whole 
Trauma bond, alcohol 
Dependency and Tylenol 
Spin in a circle cause the daze gets me high 
Truths and a lie 
We’re getting by, 
year by moment
wipe your tears on my chest
I know what happens next

Equally Yoked Aka Differences

She loved to go out
I loved to stay in.
She loved to live free
I wanted to see what game was playing.
Even With Colgate
We had different tastes.
She'd prefer Gel.
I'd prefer Paste. 
She loved to take long drives
I worried about the gas.
She wanted to eat out
But I always passed.
She loves to laugh
I kept a scowl on my face.
She likes to savor things
I acted like life was a race.
She is optimistic
I always think the worst.
She is patient
I like to be first.
She loves affection
I didn't want to be touched.
She likes to make love
I just wanted to phuck.
She gave people trust
I kept them an arm's length from me.
She loves all people
Me I'm not so friendly.
She read The Bible
I read Urban Fiction.
She was attentive
While I never listened.
Life never got her down
Me I just worried.
She took her time 
While I always hurried.
She loved to go to Vegas
I worried about the cost.
She wanted me to take the lead
I didn't want to be the boss.
She loves to go to church
I always stayed away.
She'd beg me to go
"I'm busy" I'd say.
She liked to go shopping
I didn't go, she went alone.
I'd rather be chilling
Right here at home.
She loved to hang out with her sisters
She loves her family.
I'm not close to my fam
So it didn't bother me.
She loves her family
She feels the need to protect them
I told her I couldn't stand them anyway
So I rejected them.
She wanted to hug
But I just sat in my blue recliner.
Now I'm looking for her
Now I can't find her.
I guess our differences 
Were too great & wide.
I should've done more
I really should've tried.
Our differences made her leave
Man, this ain't no joke.
When you love someone
Make sure that you're Equally Yoked.
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Carry me over the threshold of home
 into the future of life together.
 Oh, Let me no more in loneliness roam
 through wearisome roads and stormy weather.


 For the road remains weary, rain still falls. 
 These burdens we've carried did not lighten;
 but side by side we can handle it all,
 and the thunderous storms do not frighten.


 Please do not think this is a one way street.
That you must always be the one that's strong.
 Not all days, but in the middle we meet,
  fifty- fifty averaged our life long.


 Take me in your arms, through the door, please do, 
 Then let's go back, and I will carry you!


Being Unequally Yoked

Being unequally yoked aint a joke

At first you stoked but then you become spiritually broke

The Bible warns us that bad company corrupts good habits(1)

Don't go looking for trouble, don't be a rabbit

Just like Dr. Evil has got his clone, mini-me

Christians are supposed to be Jesus' mini-mes'(2)

We're in a Spiritual warfare fighting a common enemy(3)

Who wants to kill, steal and destroy our destiny(4)

So we have to be sober, vigilant and mindful of his schemes(5)

Put on the full armor of God and 
be shining beams(6)

Coz we live in a world of darkness and Jesus is our light(7)

And the Resurrection power of the Holy Spirit will help us win this fight(8)

God bless you all :)

1.	1 Corinthians 15:33
2.     Ephesians 5:1 - 2
3.	Ephesians 6:12
4.	John 10:10
5.	1 Peter 5:8
6.	Ephesians 6:11
7.	John 8:12
8.	Romans 8:11

Doomed Association Game

I look into your eyes 
And I’m safe 
And I’m six years old 
And you tell me there is no God 
And I’m twelve
And my parents are driving home in opposite directions

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