I Am...

It Is Written...

I want to write a song about a love so true
Scribble a lyrical feeling involving all that love can do
I want to write a dissertation of a world that makes one want to wake up tomorrow
To beam a smile that is genuine, joyous, and lacks sorrow

I want to write a verse that will empower and take the pain away
A psalm of strength to pray on a tested day
When I am tried in the fire and feeling the burn
When I am at the crossroads of life and don’t know which way to turn

I want to write a poem that resurrects the dead inside
A scribe that breathes life into a soul and revives
I want to write a stanza that will hug a spirit when it is down
A piece that will dam the flood of tears saturating the ground

I want to write a letter to tell how God so loved creation
An epistle in every dialect to convey to every nation
I want to write it but such has already been written
So I&...

Is God Real?

I believe that God is real…
This is just the way that I feel
When I see the sun replace the moon
When Summer hot turns Autumn cool
Or when a firefly flickers in a darkened room
You may disagree with me
Yet, it's as plain as Jane to see
When I pluck a leaf from a tree
And watch it sway in an invisible breeze
When I hear a Blue Whale speak from the sea
Or when cloud tears fall from the sky around me
I believe that God is real…
This is just the way that I feel
When I see an ultrasound with life inside
When I feel the pull on the shore of a rising tide
When a King Cobra dances with his flexed hide
It’s just a vibe…
That I receive
When a Venus flytrap snatches up a centipede
When a chameleon blends so not to be seen
Or in watching a snowfall cover streets
His feats
Cannot be outdone
Like when...

I Am...

I am beautiful like a fertile oasis in a barren desert land
Quenching the thirst for love and contentment to a thankful caravan
My honey brown skin draws him in as my smile lights the path
You do the math
I am second to none
I am all
The exception and the rule
Loving, supportive, and submissive but never the fool
My cerebral light beams creative enlightenment to your psyche
The best in the world? – Maybe not or May be
I am a virtuous woman
You can't faze me
My God is paramount
All shall bow to thee
Take heed
I am your elevation in a celestial body
I am Sirius
The brightest star in Jehovah's sky
Just look up, see me?
Hi...

Risen

I am aborted thought sought
Now caught and
reborn into this scribe
Alive
Breathing in inspiration
Exhaling an incantation
of rhythmic syllables sung from nouns and verbs
Parasitic upon the sole power of words
Drinking in its vernacular life force
The fountain source
of this resurrection and expression
of reconstructed muse
Echoing off of the page through the mic
as your triumph, your fancy or your blues
I am that lost point of view
Refocused, reshaped, and now used
I am everything that was missing
The paradigm for the vision
I am not forgotten
I exist as authentic dynamism
I am that release of pressure
That puff of air out of the spout of your pen
I am an indelible crucifix
I am thought risen!