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Preciously Handcrafted

"We are moving fast towards an age where people will be lovers of self, lovers of 
money, self-seeking. Self-gratifying, laying aside morality, spirituality, family 
values, and God, for self-preservation, self-gratification, and a cheap thrill.
2 Timothy 3:1-5


Beautiful, Black, Precious, and Complicated
Nothing else like it has ever been fabricated because the recipe stated the 
ingredients are outdated. And the original chef barely got credit when He made it. 
So without sounding antiquated, let me tell you how I'm rated:

My Beauty is my quality that offers pleasure to the mind or senses. It gives me a 
conspicuous essence to remonstrate the world's false pretenses.  My temple 
becomes a domineering visual aspect of grace, radiating a Saint's best quality 
on a child-like face.

I'm Bold, Black, and Original of course. I stand with full force and demonstrate my 
strength with no remorse.  It's a color of authority and power as stylish and 
timeless as an extraordinary and eloquent flower.

I am Precious, Gentle, Sweet, and Simple.  I make all my flaws seem accidental.  
A treasured soul that can't become nothing less than monumental.  It only makes 
sense that my ingredients are kept confidential.

Sophisticated and Complicated I remain, yet such a queer, audacious bird.  
Professionally e-nun-ci-a-ting every word and ar-ti-cu-la-ting every verb. Inquiring 
about uncanny intellect which remains unheard.

My aura and my persona suggests Royalty among most high.  Promising me a  
productive future and a thrill of a ride.  So the next time you happen to stumble 
across me, the child of a King, I prefer to be referred to as MISS QUEEN in your 
dialect of linguistic strings.

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Convicted

This situation seems quite dense
But don't make half the sense
But it happened two times in cadence
I'll try to shorten it so I won't trespass on your patience
So here's the deal
It's becoming hard to express how I feel
On the real
An unread love letter that remains unsealed
As cliche as "looks can kill"
You heard it before so you know its real
Anyway, this is how it goes
The unbearable love that nobody knows
It numbs the pain of your heart piercing the soul
With a high on poetic flow
So sick your eyes stay low
You'll be on straight lean mode
You know
My thoughts are paced
Til faith illuminates
The pain it takes
To repair a heart that's easy to break
Here to keep
Through ideas incomplete
His kisses bleed
To a place too deep
Even love couldn't reach
Where fear consumed me entirely
Fear of what?
Well, fear of you
And what your body can do
And I can't shake the feeling that you think so too
And I realize love is a choice that affects time
And to give in to it is matter over mind
Such seductive memories left behind
Guilty and convicted by a 3-word line
Now it's my time
As I mortify this rhyme
To pass up something so kind
Or maybe sublime
Cuz his time's out of love and my love's out of time

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Come To Me

A friend of a friend told me you were looking for me
I feel there's much to be said cuz u can't hear what you can see
Things are getting worse than what they shouldn't even be
The many faces of a single person
And the many people to a single face
My thoughts are paced
We need to talk but you're secluded in your own little space
Still I opt to chase
Hoping my eyes will dictate what my heart has embraced
Come to me
You're thoughts I desire to know
Your moods, they change like a picture slide show
Where we've been nobody else is bold enough to go
But in hate and disgust you chose to go toe to toe
Why deal a hand of pain
When all it does is entertain
Only in vain
Taking the focus off what you have decided to constrain
I'm referring to those emotions that remain quietly unattained
Can we just make things easy?
All you have to do is come to me
Let it go and let things of the past be
This can only work both ways, and your trust is the key
Another apology isn't necessary, but still, this is my plea.

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Shake's Spear Juliet's Tale

"True, I talk of dreams and things to be
That bemete nothing but vain fantasy
Because they lie in the child of an idled man
And yet you choose not to understand."

In all my pain and distress
Broken hearted still trying my best
I've been battered and tossed
Suffered from stiffened gains and great loss
Fictitious predicitions
Dictioning my heart beats and burns
Chizles and churns
Impatient for love's turn
Hatred halted and seized
Completely rotated 180 degrees
My spirit whines and questions me

Did my soul love til now
Foreswear it's sight
For I never appreciated true love or beauty
Until that night

Eminent details like a Siberian tiger stripe
But in my prime my love is Him
I turn to face all corners in my prism
Complexly complicated like a Sodoku rubic's cube
He calls me Juliet because he's my Montague:

My only love sprung from my only hate
Too early seen unknown and known too late
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love my loathed enemy

The lines of poetic Juliet
I guessed that would certify my destiny of a Capulet
I open my soul to greet my mind
Of what my heart chose to leave behind
The simplest situation should shield me from whats new
For your love is my strength and strength will get me through
Feasting presence of the softest music to attending ears
The silver sweet sound of a lovers tongue by night appears
And yet still, our families, they try to seize
The pure fire from our hands and don't believe
Even in vestal modesty
They attempt to steal immortal blessings I give to thee
And as the envious moon glows and tides rise
What has become true will then become wise
It is then that love lies
Not in our hearts but in the heart of our eyes

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Intentions

Let me ask your honest opinion, or words of wisdom if you will.
I'm laying in a grave of curiosity that needs to be filled.
We've built many support systems of money, love and trust.
But exactly how great is the percentage of these 3 are working for us.
Money and trust require much patience and can easily be done.
Simply do your thang, make your money and remember, trust no one!
It's easier done than said while being faithfully spoken of
But the challenge still remains as to what is this love???
I mean how does this thing really work
Who does it belong to and why is someone always gettin hurt?
The only thing its worth is its own phrase on a t-shirt.
Anyway as I ponder I came to infer
That love was the exclusive bond between me, him, and her.
A bond so strong it had all of us fooled
Thinking that saying "I love you" was the main tool
To keep things calm and cool
And we all got schooled
Twice like loons
Well, except her, cuz she's still gettin spooned
In more ways than one pretty soon
Cuz she don't know like I do
Her precious lil man keeps her heart from turning blue
And she only sees the "good intentions" given by you.
Ha silly little girl with no clue
You see intentions, they start out pure, but never come true
Cuz life's not what  you intend, it's what you do
Now what do you think?
Is love really worth going thru?

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Faith

I'm here to take the lower approach
To what I was ordained to coach.
I'm no Preacher,
But He did put me here to teach you.
I'm not inveighing;
I'm just saying
That the only way through life is by praying.

Everyone seems to want to be a sinful conformer,
While the depths of hell get fuller and warmer.
Death and time, still succeeding the former.
See I'm a Poet
And as a person who does believe,
I perceive what others have forgotten to see.
Prosecuted not by we,
But by the persons my ancestors plotted to be.

And now I find myself trying
To figure out why you'll think I'm lying
When I reveal that what is born today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
I've seen many "joyous" christians
Everyday on thier knees crying.
Repentant of the sins Flesh had them denying.
Unwilling to make the bed
They chose to lie in.
Well predict your life on what your perceptions have been prying.

Forgetful of the One who can take
The dreariest,
Weariest,
Rainy, that drains me
Weather
And turn it into something
Sunny,
Bright,
And lovely
To make things better.
Kinda like unchanging youth
Resting on the skin like morning dew.

Now don't prosecute me for my truthful depiction.
Grinning at me with an afflicted conviction.
I'm just tryna pull you in my direction
And get you ready for the next resurrection.
Cause there will be one
Right under the blue sky:

The return of the Son!

And I can't wait.
Fate...is what Faith...is real
That crucifix around ya neck,
That's not the real deal.
It might be real steel,
But it didn't bless you with that real good meal
You ate last night.

Look at it like this:
People subdue to materialism
Thru a metaphysical way of
Praising Him.
But a faithful Christian gets blessed
Despite of "we," "she," "her," and "them"
Because in His word, He stressed:

"Blessed is the man that walks not in
the cousel of the ungodly, nor stands in 
the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of
the scornful; but his delight is in the law of the Lord"

And that is blessed.
Read the book of Psalms if you need to hear the rest.
I'm not disdaining any reproach,
Like I warned you before,
I'm only here to coach
With the soul purpose to reproach,
Your processes with the lessons
And confessions
My Father had laid upon me
With CAREFUL discretion.

So to you from me:
Be Blessed, Be Faithful, and Be Ready