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Bruce Cummings Poem
Perpetually I am thrown in the pulse of mourning against the wall
With sincerity I ask lord if you indeed subsist, apprehend my soul through it all
From the immoral ways accumulated in yesteryears
I am accustomed to transcending from suppressed fears
Repercussions in distance range persevering to be
Father exculpate this afflicted soul for trespassing those who have trespassed and scorned even me
For vile exploitation administered in reticence
For counteracting the blessings restored in the pathway of supreme acceptance
For aliments of self extorted mental strains, I request at your mercy I plea...I declare
In tolerance of relapsing the course of tempting habits; I approach your throne with a sinner's prayer
The convulsions and embittered tendencies tarnishing my soul, lord extricate my eternal spirit
I surrender to your impositions, the truth as it is; not as I would acquire it
Deliver me from perceptual incarceration, obscuring in apprehension my eyes
Impel my perception, my countenance from being camouflaged in disguise
I am inquiring redemption in urgency to be emancipated, to be set free
I have nowhere else in contingency to turn, metamorphose my persona to see
My promise to conform to your will documenting your word, I humbly articulate my plea
I beg of you to consider hearing a sinner's prayer!
Copyright © Bruce Cummings | Year Posted 2010
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Bruce Cummings Poem
Cleaning house today,
Packing away old troubles to be shipped
Into the garbage where they belong
I can't continue this pattern; my hands are too weary to keep weaving, sowing together
These threads of apprehensive dwellings,
My mind is fed up on forgiving cruel intentions
Not deserving of forgiveness
But I will forgive to put my conscience at ease
To better my soul in the countless nights I can recall of worrying
I am tired... a change needs to transpire
At times I feel the urge to surrender to the tribulations
Yet I am still eager to keep on keeping on
Moving up a little bit higher, one day's journey at a time
This time granted, I am willingly...
Cleaning house today,
The baggage stored upon shelves, corners, closets gathered in years of mental space
I am leaving out on the curb, free for anyone to claim custody, full ownership to
I am recovering now... from the midst of a complex situation
Contemplating one complication after the next
An easy cleanup at best, as is...
As it will take some time, time I can't afford to spend hastily
An easy cleanup, on the contrary I would disagree
Yet I am ready for whatever plan god has in store for me
I am determined to clean house, I am preparing for brighter days
The true pursuit of happiness
The divine mission to peace of mind
Copyright © Bruce Cummings | Year Posted 2010
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Bruce Cummings Poem
From each breath that I easily take
The transgressions and trials I encounter to make
He walks with me
The indiscretions I am not too fond of to seek
The words in my intentions I hesitantly speak
He still walks with me
These qualities remain the same
Yet this part time dream is getting old, in a changing mind frame
No longer broken I can't help but smile
Holding my head high in a conceived new outlook, a brand new style
He walks with me
The beginning of a new era, the birth of a brighter day
Even when obstacles make it mission to hinder the way
I am assured he always walked with me
Carried me through the days and nights
When my feet were too weary to go on
He keeps me walking determined by soul saving faith
Just another day... I am forgiven
At his mercy and will I am still living
There's no height I dare not climb
In eternal sunshine I can claim mine
He walks with me... always
And I offer endless praise!
Copyright © Bruce Cummings | Year Posted 2010
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Bruce Cummings Poem
I am above the influence
For I am aware the consequence
If I choose the corrupted path
The statistics waiting to classify my soul
Oppressors can’t steal away this joy,
Though they try every level of tactics, every obvious ploy
I can see the sunshine even when shadows of darkness fog the pathway
Through the eye of the storm I see the outcome of peace
Discriminators can’t take away this joy I have inside
No need to hide my wings if I choose to fly high as I please
Enjoying this day with such ease
Even if I appear consumed by complacency
I am bypassing negativity contagious to the soul and mind
I am above the influence
For I am aware the consequence
The statistics waiting to disguise my identity
I have no sad songs and my heart to sing
No blue notes to play in the key of “this day”
Through the eye of the storm I see… paradise
I don’t have to think twice about where I longed to be
I am sure of one thing… I am still for right now and that’s all that seems to matter
I am above the influence
For I am aware the consequence
The opinions of others … they desire my mind to process
Swallow whole the notion I am inferior to them,
How I am an intern in the name of status quo
To yield the ignorance that breeds lost troubled souls
They fail to know…
Naysayers can’t possess this joy I have inside
Where love and happiness collide
I am granted blessed with another day to see
A mind elevated
Above the influence
Copyright © Bruce Cummings | Year Posted 2010
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