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Robert Lewis Jr Poem
The voice inside my head,
echo's "do you know your purpose, here?",
"why you not dead?";
(whisper)
The thought won't subside
until you eat of Christ bread.
"But where am I to be feed?"
I exclaim, looking for insight;
That voice in my head starts to recite.
"The thing you seek
is near to you
more close than you know,
why haven't you a clue.
You look to you-
and not unto your heart,
you reach for the world
to do your part."
"when you gone start?,
since all the roles, have you played.
From a parentless child, to the dope fiend slave."
Then the voice says
"I dare you-behave,
everything will get better".
"Can you not try harder
you have seen worse weather".
"Stop your search for a worldly pleasure;
for they only last a while,
they compare less to those of my house,
and plus you are a treasure."
"Treasures, where? and which way do I go?"
Calm yourself,
read of your heart;
put your trust in me
and stop your depart.
It isn't up, nor is it away
you should grow;
it is to be broader and teach others;
you know-
to give of yourself in a more selfless way.
To unite your heart with charity
and let love be direction.
For it is the love of this
voice in your head
that is truly the blessing.
Listening to the voices of/in my head,
and to choose what is right;
is to truly be lead.
And before we can lead
we must learn to follow
even if it's as shallow
as a righteousness voice in/of the head.
A free-write practice. Just over 5 min.
© 9 years ago thoughts • contemporary
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A Brothers Dream
Oh,
to hear a brothers’ voice
the shoutings out loud - they sang,
a tantalizing choice.
I believe, “let freedom ring!”
Also, reverberating in still time.
A brother of simplicity,
Yet no kinship of mine.
In a declaration, he braved,
soulfully as he swayed...
his dream, of no election,
a thought, to which he slaved.
Share, though, in this legacy
left vulnerable to a rifles blare.
Brothers of sorts have died excessively,
He didn’t say “freedom ring, despair”.
So for, Sir Dr. Martin Luther,
a King by his own right.
Embellish this one day set aside,
But know “his dream” was meant for life.
Thank GOD for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
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One Last Chance
I ask YOU GOD right NOW, for there is nothing righteous in me.
Please dear God, I admit my sin, fall fresh upon me,
my life by your spirit, and set my heart free.
Bless YOU GOD for against my enemies you defend;
blessing me with at times what seems to be hard...
but within YOUR Son Jesus I found a friend.
Thank YOU dear LORD refreshingly, a fresh start...more importantly for not bringing my life to and end.
I ask YOU NOW from the heart YOU gave,
remove the bondage of sin, from YOUR stance...
liberty please pronounce as I ask ONE LAST CHANCE.
Hear me as I beseech thee, for within me it behooves;
to come closer to YOU LORD
for it is you THAT IS IS THAT heals MY WOUNDS.
I look to YOU for there is no other;
for YOU are my FATHER, the GOD of my mother.
YOU are ALMIGHTY and there is none other like YOU.
YOU are the LIGHT and in YOU is ll TRUTH.
Majestic, and merciful for our forefathers YOU DELIVERd.
Flood my life with YOUR PRESENCE, allow the HOLY SPIRIT;
overtake me, as a river.
For my life, I AM in YOUR HAND...so enhance
Look down on me and give me ONE LAST CHANCE.
Give to me YOUR DIRECTIONs, and instruct me in the night seasons.
YOU CREATED me and know my thoughts, and my purpose is YOUR REASON.
Let me have the mind of YOUR SON JESUS as to the destruction of my yokes.
Cause building a house on any other ground besides THE SOLID ROCK is a joke.
I have felt the rebuke of YOUR LOVE, for YOU GAVE ALL that I may be joyful...a dance.
Lead me to the ROCK that IS HIGHER than I, and give me ONE LAST CHANCE.
When I ask of this chance I mean it, as it pertains to succeed.
For it is CHRIST who was CRUCIFIED, for my life too;
HE DID BLEED.
Cause for me if you will for YOU GOD KNOW;
my heart and spirit and their need to grow.
Please look on me with YOUR BLESSINGs to bestow.
Increase me with LATTER RAINS, so that I may sow.
Into YOUR KINGDOM, and to help those within my clan.
For YOU HAVE CAUSED all to be blessed.
We can use ONE LAST CHANCE.
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So I write...
So I write...
even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...I write.
Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...I write
to fulfill plentiful emptiness's.
What successes will my manuscripted-selfless-self achieve?
My pages written solemnly based on critical theologies,
these
I gotta have it technologies, burnt bridges crossed, or
The Lord Jesus crucified;
that which I truly believe.
I write...
particularly, like birds sing happily - freely, underachieved
Yet pronouncing” I'm flexing my wings".
As a confident wind blows
it's own flow throughout bureaus of grasses.
Alike Mrs. Mother Earth allowing her seasons be passive.
I write...
For being intrigued by what might,
happen,
as an eye, leads the soul, or a heart searching,
abuses be buried though grasping.
Across any script denoted by way,
of my poetic pen tip.
I write...
Perhaps, one of many frivolous scripts,
possess seeded enunciation's
of spiritual worth
as words read would be basis
for a total rebirth,
...so I'll write.
I have more to contribute.
Written July 22nd, 2006
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Afraid of
What am I afraid of...Really.
is what scares me in thought, silly?
What I'm afraid of ...
is my Life never having meaning;
to never reach my full potential is what my soul be screaming.
Absolutely no dreaming...
I'm afraid of the drug...killing me;
for the Word declares,
that sin full grown...delights only the enemy.
I'm afraid of catching these sicknesses, thoroughly checked out
even got a doctor's pass
I'm afraid to have a gun
I'd only use it, to tell the world to kiss my ass.
I'm afraid I'll have to leave my family
with which whom this journey began;
I'm afraid it'll end in poverty
and I'll never have had a true friend.
I'm afraid to stop smoking the drug,
it has a place with me it's been my friend;
tangibly....
I could touch it, taste it, feel it too,
but I'm scared, cause it manages me.
I'm scared somehow these bruises on my heart;
have held me back awhile.
wondering, pondering inside my mind
what am I?
worth to my child.
I'm scared I'll never be able to tell someone I'm hurt
and that life to me is on some bull-S#$t.
I'm afraid of the circle that goes round in life
just fire up, another spliff.
I'm terrified of putting my trust in some of my fellow peers.
Seems to me what was printed on one's;
reversed,
in God they have not fear.
I'm afraid of the titles given by men,
conforming me to what you say I'll be;
but my faith's a little higher,
waiting on the wire, sent by the heavenly's.
I'm scared that I may not trust too long
and push love away as I've always done;
not forgiving myself, dreadful thoughts of the past;
I know I need the love of the Son.
No one likes the truth served by pen on paper
it's short and bitter to the taste.
Being afraid of what I'm really scared of
is missing out on the Grace.
So I've arrived at this point in my penning
of this little what I'm afraid of ....real and finally;
is to open my heart, because of hurts in the past,
to receive HIS love,
that's given to me....Unconditionally.
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CHURCH
Going to church has always been;
That act I was taught helps expunge
some pain-some sin.
To alleviate all burden and leave the pain;
On the churches alter,
Going to Church was just that plain.
Jesus’ divine intellect does not recognize
excuses of insanity or "you so crazy", as we say;
Jesus dislikes intensely our ignorance, of fact,
the true value his crucifixion paid.
Jehovah in heaven saw his creations(all of us) as good;
So before you fall asleep remember to pray.
Make no mistakes, & tell God all of your things.
The things you’ve done wrong,
all of your selfish (I) eyes' in TEAM.
even the explicitly wicked thoughts
you had in that dream.
Crying out alone will not tear you apart;
Jesus wants to help, let him know your heart.
And don’t be misinformed in/by what you read;
The book of Matthew instructs us to “bend our knees”.
God wants us to achieve,
those things which we think we can’t;
He delights in triumph-
It’s his masterpiece, (HE/GOD)so let him paint.
Yeah sometimes you’ll feel faint, have setbacks,
and they’ll be multiplied by losses.
Couple that with life stresses', kids, your spouses, and bosses.
Overcome!, Maintain!, soften your Heart!, and be Still!.
We cannot change God’s plan for our life,
his will must be fulfilled.
So proudly we’ll carry our daily cross (as Jesus did);
And on the basis our overcoming, God’s true church will
continually be build.
C-hrist H-as U-YOU R-resisting C-ertain H-abits
NOW THAT’S CHURCH!
If I am there...then I cannot be theirs?
Written July 23rd, 2006
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Get Behind Me
Go! Leave! Scat, be gone.
You goon...
you know the King,
Jesus Christ our Savior is returning soon.
So I'll do my best
literally, to ingest;
the blood of his sufferings
I know it's correct.
Get ye behind me Satan...
I passed that test.
You are of the dead,
better yet, scared to death...
you've been defeated, conquered
and exist on borrowed breath.
I read somewhere you live bound
where you live,
Hell isn't it?
So I bind you on earth
I won’t listen, give me back my ear!
Get behind me Satan...
Hear me loud and clear!
Jesus' presence presents
me with new light.
He’s rock and my salvation,
Jesus the Christ.
Grace and mercy
Have been given to me; free,
the price is paid,
so take all your demons and leave.
Get behind me Satan,
I give you no props
I hate acknowledging your name
My God sits atop.
The place you should have stayed
Is where I desire to live,
Now in the name of Jesus…
I take back what stole
cause it's God who gives!
Get ye behind me!
For all whom see and feel the dark...Christ has the light.
Written September 25th, 2006
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Random words
Random.
My Son, My life, my wife, my strife.
My kin, my skin, begin, my sin -
Random.
Confession, rejection, selection, aggression
Direction, reflection, abject protection.
Random.
Blended, amended, begin it! - beginning,
Loops, strongholds, strong winds;
I'm winning.
Stranded elated, justly created,
Prepared, discreet, off-ended…debated.
Random.
Kept, confirmed, saved from burn…
The alter, the sacrifice,
All prices.
Unsystematic the Ransom.
HE JESUS; For JES - US, [just us]
HE paid it.
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To you GOD, most high
way up, and above...
one of your lost sheep
looking for love.
Thanking you Lord,
for I hear your voice
deep in my spirit,
and thanks for my choice.
Thanking you again
as another year ends,
for your angels you've encamped
and for being my friend.
Thank you God
for never leaving my side,
for building me stronger
as you let me decide.
Thank you Lord!
how could you remember?...me?
I've done my wrong and
your grace given thee?
Thank you again
for the rain and the pain
for you Lord control all,
and I'm just a part of the plan.
Continue always
to do with me as you please.
Lead my life as you have
and provide my needs.
I trust you in heart
and my spirit so seeks too.
In the name of Jesus, I pray
Thanks be unto YOU!
We can do ALL THINGS through Christ...THE STRENGTH OF LIFE
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woke from sleep.
woke from sleep
thoughts of fancied;
dancing, erotic and sensual.
my love inside a lover like me.
woke from sleep-
my heart tarries over
it's weep;
a real, boundless lover,
enveloped under sheets.
woke from sleep-
my heart screams, too
be entangled...
by loves past dangled;
those that false
emotions couldn't keep.
woke from sleep-
yearning, thoughts burning;
"don't dare touch that torch"
it didn't help then,
it won't deplete feelings
of your heart.
i woke from sleep-
to script out this view.
scared to be awaken
to loves turned blue.
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