Strength From Weakness
If strength comes from weakness
Then I must be very strong
I’ve learned many life lessons
From all that’s gone wrong
I’ve turned my back on truth
Denied too many facts
Sadly admitting of being
Too slow to react
If character comes from misjudgments
What a personality I must be
Too many wrong roads taken
From the paths in front of me
I’ve made u-turns in traffic
Been lost a time or two
Often missing my destination
When the daylight was through
If wisdom comes from trials
Then I must be a very smart man
I’ve struggled with temptation
As much as any one can
I’ve made mistakes, I’ve changed my ways
Only to be sidelined again
If I’m on the road to heaven
The path must be very thin
If forgiveness comes from asking
My knees would be very sore
Daily I plead for mercy
And then I asked some more
A perfect man I’ll never be
Mistakes I’ve made my share
Thankfully I serve a God
Who always hears my prayer
She sits in the field watching
the sun slowly rise above the hill.
The warm rays wash over
her skin as light fills the sky.
She sits in the field remembering
the pain, reliving that dreadful day.
Those heart-wrenching words
forever burned into her mind.
She sits in the field and raises
her hand to her bare head.
Fingers gently caress the
stubble of hair slowly returning.
She sits in the field wrapping
her arms around her now flat chest.
The most prominent feature of a
woman now lost to her forever.
She sits in the field, the taste of salt
in her mouth and tears staining her cheeks.
The hope of survival sitting
just out of reach.
She sits in the field thinking
of her should-have-been future now lost.
Another prayer fall from her lips
as she asks for a miracle.
She sits in the field watching
the sun slowly rise above the hill.
Hoping for more days like these
and praying for it all to just end.
F- Fear of pain; complications
E- Eclat operation
A- Answer to prayer pain free
R- Risk worse_hope better
(I have a date for surgery
March 16, 2011..)
Everything Isn't What It Seems-
What's It Gonna Be?
People come and go
Some fake and you know
things never stay the same
If you fall for anything but God's work, it's a shame
Just cause' you see them in church every Sunday
Doesn't mean they're right within
Why fit in when you can stand out with him?
Put him in your circle
and see how much attention you get then
walk right instead of left
conversate with him and be blessed...
oh, you like to talk about people behind their backs?
Then read his word, and pass on the facts...
he won't lie nor submit to "Club Life Magazine"
But if you walk with him
He'll fulfill your dreams
never forsaking him,
always forgiving you
Through trials and tribulations
still staying true
don't be scared to pray
cause' prayer changes everything
you think prayer can't pay your bills,
Take a closer look...
You'd be surprised what can happen under God's will
Subscribe to "God's Word" now and be blessed
Cause' everything isn't what it seems;
What's it gonna be?
By: Aleasha A. Martin
The headlights shown into the bedroom
as he pulled into the driveway.
The alarm clock turns to one
and she tugs the blanket under her chin.
A quiet prayer falls from her lips.
The back door closes loudly as he stumbles in,
heavy footsteps fill the air.
Eyes tightly closed she wishes
That he will just fall into his lazy-boy.
A ridiculous wish since that never happens.
Light streams in from the hallway,
his slurred words penetrate her skin.
She rolls over slowly and gives him
a weak smile as he takes off his boots.
Maybe tonight will be different, Please God.
He falls into bed and pulls her close.
A hard kiss lands on her mouth.
She turns back, that was the mistake.
Before she knows it, she’s on the floor.
A foot to her stomach, a fist to her face;
at least this time his boots were off.
She stifles a cry so the kids don’t know.
He never says a word,
the blows always spoke louder.
Finally it’s over but she stays on the floor.
After a while she hears a bottle opened
and the TV turned on.
She crawls into bed and lets a single tear
fall from her eye.
Maybe tomorrow will be different
She just has to be better.
MAN COMES AND MAN GOES
THAT IS THE PICTURE WHICH
UNIVERSE SHOWS
BUT WHERE WE STAND
WHO KNOWS!
OUR PLANNING FOR OUR LIFE TIME
WISHING MANY THINGS AT A TIME
DESTINY DECIDES THE RIGHT TIME
PRAYER AFTER PRAYER TO LORD
MAKES ME
AN INTELLECTUAL FRUAD
NATURE AND ITS CALAMITY
AND ITS VINDICTIVITY
FEATURES OF NATURE
MAY BE ASCERTAINED
BUT ALL MACHINES HAVE FAILED
TO ASSESS HUMAN MEASURE
People think I am a freak
Wondering what chaos I shall wreak
Seeing me they want to gag
Just cos I am dressed in rag
Shamelessly begging for alms
Cupping my blistered palms
Destitute, I have no home
Throughout the day I roam
Western, central and harbor line
But when I board people whine
I sit there staring at passing sights
Sunset, sunrise and dim street lights
Mountains, bridges, concrete jungles
Pass by, as a prayer my lip burbles
Alone I look for a place to rest and sleep
Full with crowds and fests, slowly my feet creep
Full of suspicion, characteristic dereliction
Life has been nothing but a malediction
Tirade and anger seething in every heart
Almighty resides in the fancy trinket mart
Going gets tough but seldom do I look askance
Survival is my goal, paltry is my chance
Don’t know where I started
My life seems thwarted
Don’t know where this would end
Striving for a livelihood, I defend
No I am not a propitious reveler
Rather just a footboard traveler
How I long to hold you
Close in my arms
Press kisses to your cheek
And enfold you near to my heart
Run a warm bath
And bath you tenderly
Pat you dry gently
Lie you down between
Soft fluffy warm sheets
Lie close to your body
After you have been amply
Fed the food of life for tummy
To protect you from all strife
I can't go there or do those
Magical acts
Just my prayer today
For God to send someone
In my place to see that
These wonderful acts of humanity
Are carried out for you...
(The passion of my heart for all hurting, hungry, and neglected children of the world..)
I see him lying there,
Respirator clicking off and on.
Skin so cold, no sign of life...
My son, my precious boy,
How can this possibly be?
I am old, I should be the one dying..
There is no prayer unsaid that night..
The nurse, so compassionate,
enfolds me in her arms.
I try to carry the image of him as a little boy,
Not this aberration, this affront to life.
But this picture hides away, often springing
from nowhere to break my heart again.
My son had a cardiac arrest while jogging..age 34.
He is alive and well due to miraculous advances
in medicine
she wasn't there
finally got used to it
the idea
to live is to suffer
scared of making mistakes
being an outcast
i keep it on the low
so much trouble in my world
haste and stale down here
i rely on poetry
to pass the time
alot's at stake
wanna wake up and read
blurry in my eyes
i go to sleep
dream of home
i see hope in a dream
before 3am
there ain't no fading from my memory
i visualise holding my newly born niece
Kolimba's tree blossoms
I say a prayer for Tuyate
to rest in peace
i've survived the pit.
looking back at all the mistakes i've done.
i had a hatred heart was full of darkness.
i thought a life of mine can ever be saved.
or if i can push myself to the limits and make
it to the top.
i guess every where i go,Theirs a black cloud
that follow me.
torment and lies i said to myself.and the people
i hurt.
i really don't care,its a run gun situation.
scared to love someone,because of being hurt in
the past.
i was in love with the money but not fame
nickel's and dime packets.corners of light that shine
on a drug dealers eye.
the street of darkness a prayer on the street light
a gust of wind through air.
so watching what your doing.because the streets will
make turn into darkness.
step into the soul
of the needy and the vain,
and walk within the fire
watch the weak stand tall again
from the pit of redemption
crawling over glass,
mistakes will revisit
but with faith it all shall pass
with a prayer and a smile
before a future deeds,
that karma can turn round
and soul will be released
far into mother earth
I’ve secreted my pain,
now I’m blowing on the wind
hear me whispering your name
brushing past a memory
that shatter crystal hearts,
cradled in a culture
that’s growing like its art
nourishing the earth
as the circle turns around,
even as I lay here
at peace in sacred ground
as I morph back to mother
regather me once again,
make our lines connect
in the ink it will begin
Esperanza is my name
I flow within the green,
open up your minds
bring life to every dream
Sicken
We take all for granted
We think we have to have it all
We can’t live with out this,
We can’t bear with out that.
There are less unfortunate.
They may want the last bit of rice,
What about that stake you dropped last night?
Little things we just forget about
Clothing and the style is all about this time
Showers and luxury we expect right now
Shoes and socks we get anytime
I am sicken buy my behavior
I just forgot about them all
As they suffer I just don’t care
So I set a prayer out to all
Hoping someone who will care
I am sicken by us all
Marissa Stoops
Out of the good
the bad emerges.
The cold wind bites.
The ocean surges.
Waves appearing
as big as mountains.
Like a toy boat
in the fountains.
Your miles from land
and it doesn't look good.
So you say a prayer to God
that's understood.
You've been here before
when all your hope died.
The promises were made.
I'm gonna change, you lied.
This time I really mean it
you convince yourself.
On your knees knowing it's over.
Again you plead for his help.
Please Lord, if I make it this time
no more lies will I be caught in.
But then the sun comes out
and the promises are forgotten.
Watch another sunrise in the early morn
Say another prayer for children yet unborn
Give my children hugs no matter what they did
Never stop remembering that I was once a kid
Be positive with each new day, never dwell upon the past
Enjoy each and every moment as if it were my last
Embrace the pain and chaos that is so prevalent these days
Look at it as a blessing and seek out better ways
Tomorrow may not be there so live just for today
Learn to keep my mouth shut if I have nothing nice to say
Eat a few more ice creams, drink a few more beers
Challenge myself daily to overcome my fears
Be a little kinder to the one’s who caused me pain
Spread a little sunshine, take long walks in the rain
Listen to more music, early rock and roll
Let me touch another’s heart, let the music touch my soul
Say a few more prayers for those who no longer sing
Perform random acts of kindness in the name of Christ The King.
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