I think if there was a light in this city
I think Christ might show
Like he did when there was a light in Bethlehem
On that stary night, giving a point of direction
to a few men
Christ came from a virgin
Indeed, to some wise men and some shephards
Christ was shown
Like he did in the storm
Sleeping in the back was the Messiah
12 wading in the boat
That they feared would be swallowed by a lake
When my God made both the lake and the storm
They didn't know, instead of just a teacher, that Messiah would show
And when it came to the garden of Gethsemane
The world bellowed in deep darkness
Everyone was blind to this
But the third day, after all that darkness
people could see
even the doubting Thomas
Because He showed up
When Stephen got stoned by the masses
And Jewish leaders were taken passes at the Young Bride
she skipped out just after the wedding
From the Euphrates to Rome where did she go
For thy Lord feared she had become a NO SHOW
The too weak left
Christ's love taken for theft
When shootings and polluting
comits of word vomit... MTV playing victory horns on Jersey's Shores
Bill boards cover the skies portraying naked girls with vogue
And you wonder why your thirteen year olds
purse is bigger than her shorts
whenever she leaves home
boys watchin your girls every step
And moms don't call it cute
If ya call your house a righteous institute
Bro, that aint Biblical
Church's tell children, "COVER YOUR EYES"
But our alternatives are slim to none
We don't train lambs to be tailers, but just gospel mission sailors
When we don't encourage our kin to see things as premissable
Light the missle that is the church
shoot it to the moon
so it can alienate some more
When the sheep act sheepish
Asking, "What have they done?"
Once again the temple cast lots
crusading more white washed stage sets
pursuing monetary prep
than taking hands reaching out in the community
one step, two step
What a bunch stoop kids
Acting like their ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS has strepped
As in God-Image playing hookie
When the test comes in our Chemistry
How do we bond Heaven on Earth
without marring the Son of God's imagery
All Christians do
is watch what you the world did
We preach preaching about sin,
Like we are casting gossip bids about political advocates
in a country every Christian already knows is steeped deep in sin
In a darkness just like this
When the morning doesn't seem close
And the sun won't come up
And they don't believe you
cause even you sometimes don't get it right
Yeah, I believe still that Christ will show
Thank God their hope is dependent on me and you
How we grow
What's up?! This is my poetry that I've been working on since the start of the school year, 2010-11.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
The Whisperer
My strange, but familiar Whisperer
I'm dust
But you have whispered
whispered life into my soul
And when I went down in my death bed
And the water was sourging
Did you come with a surge of power
And reveal the crop for the harvest
When I came out of the water that 13th hour
And I could breathe the life you put
a whisper in my soul
You've come laying gifts for what you're building
Constructing Jesus on its earthly grain
Your word as pillars
Your grace, ready at the table
There's some pictures of us up on the mantel
There's a project in a room that we're going to finish together
You whispered life into my soul
I cut myself with sharp thistles and thorns
I was dying after being reborn
Forged with the fires of negativity
The foul breath urging the impetus for change
We fragile scatter the God whisper from our soul in our resistance
Birthing hunger pains
You put Images of Believers into my path
You gave Christ times 7 times 70
These people came when it wasn't asked
His image being an innocent child, a wise elder, an obedient peer
You never stopped forgiving and moving me
You whispered life into my soul
And when I've contemplated the realities
Is this even real
pouting in the doubting, and left shouting in the disputing in my disputes prowess
Someone put your word into my path
In suttle talks, as in talking down your stressed and oppressed child you brought me back
You whispered life into my soul
For the books are written and won't be broken
What was said by you will be forever told
Stretched to the corners
From Earth to Heaven
You called out
BIRTH, REBIRTH, RESURRECTION
I think the whispers taking its tole
"FOR THE LAST LINES POINT AT EVERYONE"
Christ, if there is hope, it's you
For the whisper is there, and there, and there
Not for you to whisper, but to shine the light of the One
who is whispering, out there, and there, and there
If there's Christ, if there is hope, to the deaf and blind
The Whisperer has whispered go, my Bride, it's time
Hey listen
I also see you. I know what you once believed you seem to be missin.
I get it. I've been there.
Lay a hand over your chest, hand pressed
And ask again for the Whisperer to invest
This time tell Him to be more than just a guest with a real humble request
Then ask someone to examine you and say
"What He gives, I want that too."
Bless the Lord, how He moves
I'm dust
But you have whispered
whispered life into my soul
And when I went down in my death bed
And the water was sourging
Did you come with a surge of power
And reveal the crop for the harvest
When I came out of the water that 13th hour
And I could breathe the life you put
a whisper in my soul
You've come laying gifts for what you're building
Constructing Jesus on its earthly grain
Your word as pillars
Your grace, ready at the table
There's some pictures of us up on the mantel
There's a project in a room that we're going to finish together
You whispered life into my soul
I cut myself with sharp thistles and thorns
I was dying after being reborn
Forged with the fires of negativity
The foul breath urging the impetus for change
We fragile scatter the God whisper from our soul in our resistance
Birthing hunger pains
You put Images of Believers into my path
You gave Christ times 7 times 70
These people came when it wasn't asked
His image being an innocent child, a wise elder, an obedient peer
You never stopped forgiving and moving me
You whispered life into my soul
And when I've contemplated the realities
Is this even real
pouting in the doubting, and left shouting in the disputing in my disputes prowess
Someone put your word into my path
In suttle talks, as in talking down your stressed and oppressed child you brought me back
You whispered life into my soul
For the books are written and won't be broken
What was said by you will be forever told
Stretched to the corners
From Earth to Heaven
You called out
BIRTH, REBIRTH, RESURRECTION
I think the whispers taking its tole
"FOR THE LAST LINES POINT AT EVERYONE"
Christ, if there is hope, it's you
For the whisper is there, and there, and there
Not for you to whisper, but to shine the light of the One
who is whispering, out there, and there, and there
If there's Christ, if there is hope, to the deaf and blind
The Whisperer has whispered go, my Bride, it's time
Hey listen
I also see you. I know what you once believed you seem to be missin.
I get it. I've been there.
Lay a hand over your chest, hand pressed
And ask again for the Whisperer to invest
This time tell Him to be more than just a guest with a real humble request
Then ask someone to examine you and say
"What He gives, I want that too."
Bless the Lord, how He moves
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Tell THE GIRL THAT
And the voices keep telling me
Go back to your houses
Sit down in silence
but I won't
I won't do it
They keep telling me
Timid is the boy walks silently
And when is the last time you spoke up
But I trudge on
I'm a one man band
Bursting forth
WITH GREAT ADMONITION
Get behind me
The heart beckoning
For we shall trudge home
to where the heart is
WILD
It is heard
with triumph
Heard louder
than the sound of
Times square
For many feet have crossed miles
Staring at signs
telling you to buy into labels
But none have made it into
this court of intimacy
Where there is nothing of a label
No image but a person
No more material
Just spiritual
There is no more timid
I'm not frugal with what I'm buying here
This human heart
I'm coming to this conclusion of WOMAN
Beckoning with all of my might
At the doors a great war in my heart
I'm churning inside, and I wanna confide
and at not hide
But only so you would come into my life too
Is this not an invitation
RSVP
Come you, only, and see me
Together we will be
HEART
HOME
WHERE it is
Finally free
Slaves to each other
Free of ourselves
Submission to one another
Place my heart on the shelf of our interest
and we will call these portraits home
For this is where the heart is
Snapshot
Caption titled
His AND Hers
They both own the rights
Two keys intertwined
To form something beautiful
One door
made of two
yearning people
And out of the blue
If I just asked you
just asked you
not with fine words
or catch phrases
Or a packet of that
packet of sugar, to be my sugar
your name tag
Or that packet of taco bell
hot sauce
that asks my question so I don't have to
I haven't lost my voice
So let me tell what I want to
Cause for you
These won't do
I'm not timid
So don't put me in this crowd too
Wrong shelf
I'm not going to placed on your suspicion
Rather I'll move here
May people see me
when they see that warmth in your face
I'm poppin my questions girl
I'm projection a message beautiful
GONNA DO IT
At least do it
Leaving a trace
on your souls canvas
Let someone pick up that brush and try to touch
Nah, that mark is getting bigger and bigger
I'm gone
Let's pray the nex girl sees it quicker
("At least that's what my mom tells me")
NEXT GIRL, NEXT POEM
Go back to your houses
Sit down in silence
but I won't
I won't do it
They keep telling me
Timid is the boy walks silently
And when is the last time you spoke up
But I trudge on
I'm a one man band
Bursting forth
WITH GREAT ADMONITION
Get behind me
The heart beckoning
For we shall trudge home
to where the heart is
WILD
It is heard
with triumph
Heard louder
than the sound of
Times square
For many feet have crossed miles
Staring at signs
telling you to buy into labels
But none have made it into
this court of intimacy
Where there is nothing of a label
No image but a person
No more material
Just spiritual
There is no more timid
I'm not frugal with what I'm buying here
This human heart
I'm coming to this conclusion of WOMAN
Beckoning with all of my might
At the doors a great war in my heart
I'm churning inside, and I wanna confide
and at not hide
But only so you would come into my life too
Is this not an invitation
RSVP
Come you, only, and see me
Together we will be
HEART
HOME
WHERE it is
Finally free
Slaves to each other
Free of ourselves
Submission to one another
Place my heart on the shelf of our interest
and we will call these portraits home
For this is where the heart is
Snapshot
Caption titled
His AND Hers
They both own the rights
Two keys intertwined
To form something beautiful
One door
made of two
yearning people
And out of the blue
If I just asked you
just asked you
not with fine words
or catch phrases
Or a packet of that
packet of sugar, to be my sugar
your name tag
Or that packet of taco bell
hot sauce
that asks my question so I don't have to
I haven't lost my voice
So let me tell what I want to
Cause for you
These won't do
I'm not timid
So don't put me in this crowd too
Wrong shelf
I'm not going to placed on your suspicion
Rather I'll move here
May people see me
when they see that warmth in your face
I'm poppin my questions girl
I'm projection a message beautiful
GONNA DO IT
At least do it
Leaving a trace
on your souls canvas
Let someone pick up that brush and try to touch
Nah, that mark is getting bigger and bigger
I'm gone
Let's pray the nex girl sees it quicker
("At least that's what my mom tells me")
NEXT GIRL, NEXT POEM
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Many man have drinched their face in deep water
To stand across the side of boat and peer into the deep
Even for a moment of faith they too have walked on water
Conquering only the things God has given domain to
The beautiful heart of women
The magnificent structures
The wide open plains
Towering mountians
Low valleys
All these men have seen and given into and
grasp in the name of God
But these things
in the storms of life
the boat shakes
and then we ask
Teacher, are you awake
When, Lord will you act
For we make out Christ to be teacher
and not Messiah
For in times of struggles
our faith is tested
The boat is pulled from shore
And we see just how deep
our faith should be
And how deep God's grace is all the more
To stand across the side of boat and peer into the deep
Even for a moment of faith they too have walked on water
Conquering only the things God has given domain to
The beautiful heart of women
The magnificent structures
The wide open plains
Towering mountians
Low valleys
All these men have seen and given into and
grasp in the name of God
But these things
in the storms of life
the boat shakes
and then we ask
Teacher, are you awake
When, Lord will you act
For we make out Christ to be teacher
and not Messiah
For in times of struggles
our faith is tested
The boat is pulled from shore
And we see just how deep
our faith should be
And how deep God's grace is all the more
MINE MINE MINE, MY STONE - rough start
I hate people
Slow people
Loathers
I casted the first stone
I'm tired of em
sinners
prideful winners
I picked up the first stone
I'm carry judgement
Like Santa carrying lumps of coal with names tied to em
And I got the pride to abuse em
A untied tongue flung loose to misuse em
The Defining Moment
The World Changer
That is why I picked up the first stone
I picked it up
Even though you told me I didn't have to
You said
Child
YOU DON'T JUDGE
FOR THIS WEIGHT
ISN'T LIGHT
OR TOO WEAK FOR YOU
A SINNER TO BARE
CARRY THIS
and be crushed
But I picked it up
not so you wouldn't have to
But because I truly
thought I was god too
I flung that stone at you, you and you
I hit you with my peace maker
And it's a back breaker
I was throwing for the kill
smitting your will
I threw that first stone
Cause I wanted you to be alone
Love your neighbor He says
But I truly might hate you
more and more what you do
I think I'm better you
So, take my words for what they are
Cause tonight from where you stand, I'm a shooting star
Make your last wish
Like you got some fatal disease
just don't ask me not to judge you, please
I casted the first stone
Not realizing tomorrow it's this kings turn
to be dethroned
Slow people
Loathers
I casted the first stone
I'm tired of em
sinners
prideful winners
I picked up the first stone
I'm carry judgement
Like Santa carrying lumps of coal with names tied to em
And I got the pride to abuse em
A untied tongue flung loose to misuse em
The Defining Moment
The World Changer
That is why I picked up the first stone
I picked it up
Even though you told me I didn't have to
You said
Child
YOU DON'T JUDGE
FOR THIS WEIGHT
ISN'T LIGHT
OR TOO WEAK FOR YOU
A SINNER TO BARE
CARRY THIS
and be crushed
But I picked it up
not so you wouldn't have to
But because I truly
thought I was god too
I flung that stone at you, you and you
I hit you with my peace maker
And it's a back breaker
I was throwing for the kill
smitting your will
I threw that first stone
Cause I wanted you to be alone
Love your neighbor He says
But I truly might hate you
more and more what you do
I think I'm better you
So, take my words for what they are
Cause tonight from where you stand, I'm a shooting star
Make your last wish
Like you got some fatal disease
just don't ask me not to judge you, please
I casted the first stone
Not realizing tomorrow it's this kings turn
to be dethroned
Saturday, November 5, 2011
NATIONALLY CHRISTIAN
UTTER THESE WORDS
FOR THEY ARE FROM
GENERATION TO GENERATION
to whom anyone
who searches will find them
WORD
GOD'S WORD
Not laced in hidden meaning
but made known
so that creation would know it's place of meaning
for the Father
stays close to His children
AMEN
Praise the Lord
AMEN
WHEN the light goes out
and the hope still resounds
AMEN
PRAISE GOD
When there's hurt pouring
and ripping through
And the threshold can't take too much more abuse
PRAISE THE ONE
I AM
AMEN
When we've all gone silent
due to the horrific
silence.
There's peace
Be still
Don't run
or take flight
For thy God
doesn't dwell far off
He's here
not in a temple
Praise GOD
AMEN
When the broken
and abandoned
have no home
and people are fleeing
from abomination
THERE'S HOPE
IF you can't see
and if the church, the bride
doesn't come
God annoints
not with Church budgets
but Blessings and Inheritance
The Sermon on the Mount
isn't dead
BUT IS CUT DRY TRUTH
PRAISE JEHOVAH
AMEN
IF you don't know a name to call God
See that He gives names
and He has called forth you into being
Simply being
Praise God
AMEN
When you think that there's nothing to look forward to
YOU, you Christian
Become hopeful again
Cause you need to see heaven
DEAREST FRIEND
For thine assurance
let it be found in the cross
In He who made
a symbol of a sinners death
A Patrayal of Praise
He DEAREST
Praise God
AMEN
BUT NOW,
RIGHT NOW
backs to the wall
blindfolded
with scarlet letters
telling tales of the old self
over run by sin
The small foreigners
Sent out by the Lawless
Sent out by the Lawless
have become invading giants
and everyone will recieve lashes
by which our burdens run deep
PRAISE GOD, LORD ALMIGHTY
For these people are citizens
dutiful til the end
and Patriots carry banners of MARANATHA
towards the HELM of APATHY
At the gates of our souls
We have lit torches
Calling at the KEEP of LIGHT
Saying the Sacred names
that our Fathers
could not have said
For we now walk with the Almighty
RISEN LORD
when this time comes chants of Praise
IN ALL OF OUR DAYS
HALLELUJAH TO THE HIGHEST
for our lows were not
far out of His reach
His love is far and wide
and exceeds the boundaries of our unbeliefs
We never knew to the extent of how you loved me
BUT NOW
NOW BRIDE
COME AND SEE
PRAISE GOD
AMEN
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