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Christian Wardlow Poem
A man once had to climb the mountain of truth to discover his fountain of youth, with hopes of finding greatness in false truths but he found it in you, when opportunity knocks sometimes we don't even bother to look through the peephole, but yet we keep hope until we realize every chance you don't take equals to zero, no matter if you have to skip, crawl, hop, or leap....it doesn't matter if you're strong or weak, add fuel to your drive because opportunity is around the corner and you're in the front seat.
Copyright © Christian Wardlow | Year Posted 2015
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Christian Wardlow Poem
"Ill advised, through my vivid mind, and best believe my revolution will be televised, through every eye, thoughts become brought to realization, with no illustration, just illustrated words... the greatest human creation, in a world where everyone has freedom of speech...we must use it in a positive way, got so much to talk and speak on but most don't know how to say it, and we're trapped outside our own mind when we're just looking for way in, we will hold our hands up, through ever written stanza, and show the world who's the boss like Tony Danza...we just have to man up and make sure our words are understood, because why speak your mind when no one will understand us, let's kill all the nonbelievers with a can of Raid....it all starts with a blank page."
Copyright © Christian Wardlow | Year Posted 2015
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Christian Wardlow Poem
"Do you ever notice how most of the pictures many post are throwbacks, because the life that they're living now isn't as great so they wish they could go back, and most of those pictures are just for their own self gratification, and this is the only reason we take them, whatever happened to just living in the moment, instead of putting everything on social media so that the world can know it, enjoy the life you're living....because everyday isn't given and you'll drown in the pool of corruption and you can't get out by swimming....some say it's an addiction of what many may call a conceited sickness."
Copyright © Christian Wardlow | Year Posted 2015
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Christian Wardlow Poem
"This generation is polluted, by the distribution of the optical illusion that everything is always brighter on the other side, but sometimes bright isn't always right, ya see everything that's bright is not right because at night all you see is cop lights and deaths of innocent souls who always end up being not white, and somehow their unarmed but that police officer always holds that glock tight, and it's sad when you got more vulgar pics on Facebook & Instagram, than more of those same women motivating the same stereotypical uneducated and misguided black men, so that we can change the breaking news from who killed the man to look at that black successful businessman, that's a simple plan and believe me when I say we have the key to this in our hands, we crossed the line as a whole....that line is getting thinner & thinner, we're quick to judge other situations while we sometimes have similar problems tapping us on the shoulder in our bathroom mirrors, today we wipe em clearer, nowadays it has become more common when we can't commit, got about as many soaked handkerchiefs that wiped the tears away from past relationships, now ain't that a.....lol y'all catch my drift, threw so much at ya you can't even catch my pitch, as each day goes by the end is nearer, things get crazy and might seem wierder....but just be sure you're happy with that reflection that stares back at you in the mirror!"
Copyright © Christian Wardlow | Year Posted 2015
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Christian Wardlow Poem
Rainy nights of walking the soaked highways on a gloomy Friday, an older man spotted a small bright figure behind him, it's as if it was bright as day with a distinct aura and golden lining, he ran to it as the inches of waters splashed, and as the object screamed....he stopped and two cars in front of him crashed, flames outburst as the rain made it even worst, as his life just flashed before him and he realized his life actual worth, he would break down on his knees and began to cry then lift his arms and look to the sky, a spirit tapped him on the shoulder....he turned around and saw it was his grandchild and all he could do was smile, she said do you realize your lost yet, I called you to come the opposite way....the one near that car wreck, because in order to get to the where you need to go, you have to pass the most difficult roads, before she disappeared she gave him a golden rose and whispered now this is how your miracle grows!
Copyright © Christian Wardlow | Year Posted 2016
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Christian Wardlow Poem
There was a kid so optimistic but he still copped a pistol, got caught up in a brawl by the liquor store and got dropped in a prison, sitting behind those bars did everything but lift him up, but he became lifted up by God's word now that's real wisdom bruh, 3 years later he got off by pointing out and proving flaws in the judicial system, and you better know that orange jumpsuit didn't match up to that versace suit that fit him, he had to make his life different and learn from his mistakes and try to fix em, because you yourself are your biggest critic and teacher, the same wisdom from God's word he gained turned him into a preacher, his older brother became a deacon, now that's what I call a real brother's keeper, New Hope Missionary Baptist Church down by 21st street a vision that turned his life into a complete 360....perfect ending to an optimistic dream!
Copyright © Christian Wardlow | Year Posted 2015
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Christian Wardlow Poem
"Take this good advice, cuz they gonna judge for life, no matter the color black, white, or mixed, every situation broken is meant to be fixed, every low needs a lift, yesterday is history and today is the present that's why life is a gift, even though that same life may take a shift you must hold your head up with a purpose because the devil always lurking, live each day trying to be a better person than you were in the past days, God is the only one that can tell you where your going no matter what that map says, no matter your situation when sometimes judged no litigation, continue to live with patience and obtain greatness....because you were made oh so special and that right there is sacred, and out of the 7 billion in this world your bound to br someone's favorite, in due time just keep waiting!"
Copyright © Christian Wardlow | Year Posted 2015
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Christian Wardlow Poem
"What goes around comes around like a ferris wheel, you have to play your cards right to have the perfect poker face....and many wear it well, but there's a message behind this, they say kill them with kindness, but even karma itself couldn't define this, a one track mind has an unseen rewind sense, sit back unwind, what a beautiful mind, many will not comply, even a blind man couldn't see the way you find this, hurt people hurt people, and even the most righteous ain't perfect either, karma is a cathedral of the evil being illustrated on an easel to show you ignorance doesn't pay....not even with a Visa, so let your pictures be painted clear and not dainted by the naked ear, and try to be fearless instead of trying to face your fears!"
Copyright © Christian Wardlow | Year Posted 2015
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Christian Wardlow Poem
Listen I really hope y'all hearing me, all this white cop killed black guy nonsense is a conspiracy, they want us to let it be, and just let them rest in peace, but the riots up in Baltimore describe the real origin of weaponry, things are getting way out of line but most try to act like everything is fine, why don't we ever come together when it's black on black crime,.....a black guy got killed today by his own you never heard of him, but I know good and well you the know about that teenager that died in Ferguson, or even back from day one, when all it started with Travon, where the area code starts with 3, put 196 in front this isn't what Martin Luther King was thinking that dream would be.
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Christian Wardlow Poem
"This is the final curtain call, when the verdict falls, revenge is best served raw, so that's what they serve to y'all, in a church full of disciples becoming rivals, who follow everything but the Bible...act a different way every other day except that one day....Sunday.....some preachers know they be leeching, instead of teaching...preaching God's word but in all reality they're their own hidden demon, the church is where you lift each one up, not break each one down, and pull each brother up, and not let another drown, turn your neighbors frown upside down into a smile....that's what it's all about, real praise doesn't equal going to church everyday, real praise equals to praying by yourself so that God can bless you in everyway, so that you and your loved ones can strut through those pearly gates, and shower this world with grace, things are never as they once were....but we must still be fulfilled with love, court is in session but who has any room to judge?"
Copyright © Christian Wardlow | Year Posted 2015
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