Catching my attention
Caught me off guard
But held it like a baby
Gently caressing my curiosity
And nourishing my need to know
My spirit can't help but giggle
Smiles cover my face like kisses
And feel good shoots through me like chills
The unexpected has captured me
And I dance behind its bars
Musician, magician
Is this some kind of trick
Illusion of my imagination
Because this is almost unbelievable
But I'm a little captivated
Not knowing how this happened
Or what exactly it is
A self- proclaimed intellect
My mind can't rest with the thought
Running to different possible outcomes
Until I force it to stop
Or at lest pause long enough to enjoy the moment
Because the grip on my attention is firm
Squeezing contentment from it like peaches
Sweet and savoring
And I must admit
I can't help but indulge a little
Praying I don't become guilty of gluttony
And at the same time let the worry of it cause self- deprivation
Because if I'm honest
I don't know what the hell I'm doing
But they say ignorance is bliss
So until it's made plain
I'll continue to dance behind the bars that hold me
In the wonderful world of here and now.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Humble Thy Self
Humility is HARD
It's like moving a brick wall with your mind
I mean you mind as well ask penguins to fly
Because pride is not flexible
So bending down to submission is almost impossible
It's almost like that psycho killer that won't die
So killing it daily...
MAN
It's looking like David and Goliath
And only with God can this giant come down
So I must continuously ask for a renewed mind in the Spirit
And remember that God blesses the humble
Keeping His Word at the forefront of everything
Because it's the only weapon I have to fight this principality
Serve your earthly master with sincerity as unto the Lord
OOOOO JESUS HELP ME!!!!
But if David can spare Saul's life for Your Name sake
Then surely I can spare my two cents
That ain't worth nothing but a write up anyways
Because the other day I was reading Proverbs
And it was chopping me up like a song mixed down in Texas
Because pride is a prominent characteristic of a fool
So the most I can do is repent
And ask for help
Because I'd rather sooner than later master the humble bow
So I can gracefully exit stage left
It's like moving a brick wall with your mind
I mean you mind as well ask penguins to fly
Because pride is not flexible
So bending down to submission is almost impossible
It's almost like that psycho killer that won't die
So killing it daily...
MAN
It's looking like David and Goliath
And only with God can this giant come down
So I must continuously ask for a renewed mind in the Spirit
And remember that God blesses the humble
Keeping His Word at the forefront of everything
Because it's the only weapon I have to fight this principality
Serve your earthly master with sincerity as unto the Lord
OOOOO JESUS HELP ME!!!!
But if David can spare Saul's life for Your Name sake
Then surely I can spare my two cents
That ain't worth nothing but a write up anyways
Because the other day I was reading Proverbs
And it was chopping me up like a song mixed down in Texas
Because pride is a prominent characteristic of a fool
So the most I can do is repent
And ask for help
Because I'd rather sooner than later master the humble bow
So I can gracefully exit stage left
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Fatherless Child
There are many fatherless people in the world, and a lot of men who are less than fathers. Not because they are incapable of conceiving a child, rather they lack the drive, determination, courage, and emotional capacity to lead the ones they do bring into the world. Now, I know that the entire nation knows this and I'm not one to sit here and state the obvious, but rather share bits and pieces of my own experience.
The one person I care about more than any other human being is yet a victim of this exact circumstance. He doesn't know what a father is; the meaning, the feeling. He is a young boy left with a mother that is filled with sympathy, regret, and shame for her careless choice of picking someone not deserving to be filtered into his DNA or engraved in her heart.
As of now my son knows all of nothing about the father's side of the family. Never seen his father, can't recall his uncle, and talks to his granddad whenever I call him. Now I know most everyone says don't take it personal, it's not my fault that they don't care. True, true enough. I can't make anyone do anything, hell it's hard enough making myself do things, but I must take the blame. I was the one who chose this life for my son. It was my mistake that got us here. Now I do thank God that we want for nothing (financially) but have all of our needs.... his needs been met? Everyone needs a father, right? I guess in all honesty one is not needed past the moment if conception, for that's the only time many children have had any contact with their fathers. They're not needed to survive, but they are longed for from all those lacking one. As a responsible woman I was supposed to make sure I put myself and my child in the best position to make sure this desire was fulfilled, but I was foolish and failed at the task. So I have realized that some of my irritation, almost to resentment, for the other half of my child's family is an indirect feeling towards myself. And yes I have forgiven myself for such wrong doing, but forgiveness doesn't erase the consequences of those actions.
The one person I care about more than any other human being is yet a victim of this exact circumstance. He doesn't know what a father is; the meaning, the feeling. He is a young boy left with a mother that is filled with sympathy, regret, and shame for her careless choice of picking someone not deserving to be filtered into his DNA or engraved in her heart.
As of now my son knows all of nothing about the father's side of the family. Never seen his father, can't recall his uncle, and talks to his granddad whenever I call him. Now I know most everyone says don't take it personal, it's not my fault that they don't care. True, true enough. I can't make anyone do anything, hell it's hard enough making myself do things, but I must take the blame. I was the one who chose this life for my son. It was my mistake that got us here. Now I do thank God that we want for nothing (financially) but have all of our needs.... his needs been met? Everyone needs a father, right? I guess in all honesty one is not needed past the moment if conception, for that's the only time many children have had any contact with their fathers. They're not needed to survive, but they are longed for from all those lacking one. As a responsible woman I was supposed to make sure I put myself and my child in the best position to make sure this desire was fulfilled, but I was foolish and failed at the task. So I have realized that some of my irritation, almost to resentment, for the other half of my child's family is an indirect feeling towards myself. And yes I have forgiven myself for such wrong doing, but forgiveness doesn't erase the consequences of those actions.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Strong Black Man (Haiku)
Black man in power
Makes them tremble to the core
Let's cause an earthquake
Makes them tremble to the core
Let's cause an earthquake
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