I Got This

God's Grace

I Got This

GRATITUDE

I am always vigilant, perhaps I write seeking deliverence, spilling my words with due diligence, trying to make sense of all this ignorance, in me I see the difference, heaven sent, some say I am hell bent, it's evident, my words slaughter minds, my silence is deadly dont give me the time, my soul gets lost in a rhyme, I appreciate the vibe, and all us latter day scribes, with like  minds, I love when you comment and like mines, sorry I havent had time to give you more or partake in what you give, us learning from one another is truly the way to live, I promise to take in your sight and try to see with your vision, your thoughts and words give this world a different depiction, and I can write a better description, of the way that I am living, when you read me, you feed me, and I hope your taking in your fill, this whole poetry vibe experience is something definetaly real, given the chance, I hope we advance, and take it to a place where all I words dance, Thank...

Force Of Nature

A Universe 14 billion years old, cold, but astonishingly complex, fearsome even full of awe, we are but sparks in the vastness of all, energetic, bright but transient, no I am not prophetic, my soul just ancient and transit, I chance sh*t, breif, we are humbled before it's grandeur and beauty, not getting the big picture,  what's life about truly, but against all the odds we are alive duly, and in this life we are greater than even the most powerful star, not even grasping the full concept of what we are, part of this Universe that has become conscious, we all want love groomed in nonsense, check out the pedigree my dawn aint dawned since, part of this Universe that can open it's eyes and gaze upon itself in wonder, my view is more majestic, I am honored, clandestined I ponder, with more breath, and depth, than a dogma, that the Universe is younger than the original stories that describe  it's creation by a bronze age diety, and its clear to see,  we are not the pl...

Enquiring Minds

If you are looking for a revelation of life to help you cope, inspiration and motivation the exactness of hope, my work I must confess, entering my mind can be a relief of stress, attuned to your taste, these are not ramblings and utterings made with haste,cold and calculating I speak of light liitle things with monstrous consequences and repricussions, you'll only get idle chitchat from anothers discussions, I liken myself the first of my kind, ordained to shift the universe and I am just in my prime, I get better with time, I should be cherished not remembered, my weaknes is no weakness now, it is a weakness to allow, my weak heart to reveal, all the things I wish to conceal, after reading me this is how you use to be , not as weak to you as I was to me, if you only listen how, to be weakend as I am now, that would be a weakness of a kind, to be again a like mind, come to me I 'll take you in, and suffer with you through this pen, as you find comfort in knowing I am a f...

Touch Me Or Take Me

Let me feel your fingers on my back for recognition for I have did a good deed, the wind from the wings of an angel as he leaves, for he just helped me believe, in my enduring faith, take me as I am ready to go I have hit the ultimate low, sadness pain no love just a viod, I need you to take me with you for everlasting joy, if not touch me then so I can wait infinately to be deployed, touch me so I'll know your there, take me to show me you really care, take me so I suffer no more, touch me to lead me to your heavenly door, take me because my heart is pure, touch me Lord there's no other cure,

Creating Poetry

You have to feel poetry if you want to write it.

Whats to feel?

To be in the mood to, to put in words, seeing in the plainest sight. In the dawn of the morning, in the moon's light of the night,a thought, foolish or inquisitive, imaginative, comes out of thin air, something so familiar and yet so rare,

And what's to write?

Putting down and being the words that possess you either going on a journey or for the reader to impress, expressing your feelings or temperament inside or voices of your consciousness your mind provides comes all out your hand through a pen and it lands to publish or not for public it's all up to self.

And why write Poetry?

To share with others what the world sometimes make you smother bottle up inside until it explodes and collides with others eardrums and brains to make you feel less insane cause others sympathize and empathize and you know your feelings are not alone they are some every...

I Write

I write so that you can see my light , I write so that you can brief  preview my life, I wite so that you can better understand mt demeanor, I write of all the things that's seen and dreamed of, I writ you could'nt possibly know what it's like I writr to tell you the story of my plights, I write so my name a live on, I write they'll be talking about me when I am gone, I write hope someone turn it into a song, I write about my wrongs that was right, I write about how the stars make me feel at night, I write and maybe this will help you get through, I write because mostly it helps me too,

Accomadation Of Life

Every organic and inorganic organism pours fourth in the element of life, without which man or animal could live, man and animal in turn administer to the life of the trees, shrubs, grass, and leaves, the flowers breathe a fragrance and unfolds their beauty in blessings to the world, the sun itself sheds enough light to gladden a thousand worlds, the ocean the source of all our springs and fountains recieves the streams from every land, but it takes to give, mist ascending from it's bosom fall in showers to water the earth that it may bring fouth and bud,

Fruit From A Tree

A quest in search of God, is a question of God, though hard, it's a challenge man being called upon and solaced, hoping God takes notice, histories great direction, a fathoming, a probing, daily a testing, no knowledge of the benevolent, rather bibical thinking is irrelevant, when it comes to man being acknowledged by God, man being an object of divine knowledge and concern, in this great puzzle what have we learned, the creator the absolute of heaven and earth concerned with man?, why should the deeds that's planned be cause enough to affect the being of God who made man, so it stands we move out of the realm of God's creation, into the realm of man's manipulation, no one knows how or why, consciousness is a state of oblivion makes you wanna cry, when we think of deaths brillance, suspended sensitivity as a result we only see concealment, we know not what we do or understand what we face, what we define is' what we cannot define is not and can be disgraced, a world aflame with g...