Human Nature

You’re human first then everything else second, as much as you try it’s difficult to stay the course
Even with Jesus at the helm and God as captain
You still follow your beliefs misconstrued; by your life you still believe to be certain…

Your life as a singularity, with out clarity as to why you live, only to take and expect; never to give!
What was given to you whether out of love or by mistake, your life; the question still remains, of this, what did you make? Besides excuses of “why not(s)” and “can’t(s)” only to draw on where you came from; your parents.

Such narrow thoughts don’t seem so odd, when all we have to do is trust in God,
Then blame Satin, of the two we’ve never seen; belief is what this remains…belief is what it means…
Yet in still what we can’t comprehend/explain, we come to blame on one or the other…
Why bother, when our own facilities over ride the innate essence that contains the truth that we ignore

Because we are human first then everything else second….

BROKEN

Shards of glass shatter is the life
Battered mirror pieces reflecting
Seven years of tears, fears, with best efforts
Tried to steer clear, swerving and dodging
The pot holes, oh the woes
Of our choices, voices of opinions
Nothing more than…
Pieces of me scattered everywhere
Reflections that stare; fragments laying there
As I’m trapped in my thought; searching for a way out
feeling my way through those dark thoughts, shout
echoes of I told you so; residual dismay lingering
around me, the perpetrators pointing and fingering me
as the scapegoat so they can gloat at me trapped
in my thoughts searching for a way out of…
Here is where I’ve been treading life wading in
My own sin that begun not how I began
But how you began; the start of a fairytale
You bought into a media spin; envisioning
One’s junk as another treasure using your
Stick to measure your own pleaser
While you the hypocrite; grinin and skinin perpetuating
The lies, with cries of injustice inflicted on them.
Not by my hand only their command, words spoken
That leaves others like themselves not whole, just broken.

I AM...

I am…

The one; your sun that lights up
The day that just shines on you; until…
The nights; back drop to stars guide you to…
The love you want; but couldn’t weather
The trials of life, weathered, beaten into…
The soil that’s been spoiled; expectin it to bring forth
The life given freely; spent selfishly, what a pity
The love you want; sands on the beach countless they are
The infinite measure of pleasure; so you go without
The whisper in the night (I love you); enticing you not to fight
The feeling you been craving; just wanting to be…
The key strokes; that stokes the fire burning within
The fantasies hidden; you been fearing giving
The love once marred, scared bared from
The entitlements of your desires you have had
The pleasure of experiencing; unconditionally
The love of a man…I am

In GOD's Hands

...Is where I put my faith, hopes, dreams, and all that I am; so…
When I’m at my wit’s end; I put it in God’s hands
When I don’t feel like helping a friend; I put it in God’s hands
I mean, I do what I can, and can barely deal with my own, that’s why I put it in God’s hands.

My neighbor in need isn’t a friend in deed; because from what I see they never helped me so why even bother to help my fellow man…I put it in God’s hands.

Plus I’ve been burned before helping folks that come to my door…yeah, yeah, yeah… I know I’m not supposed to keep score. But I’m only human; made of the flesh, born to be selfish…that’s why I’m not perfect I guess. I’m just a man…so that’s why I leave things in God’s hands

…When sick as a dog and can’t stand
…Or don’t want to go out my way when I can
…If it inconvenience me and my plans
…Or when placed upon me, too many demands
…Or when I just feel as though its outta my hands...I put it in God’s hands

Man-kind I once thought to be an oxymoron but now I understand because all we have to do is nothing but, leave it in God’s hands…

I Love You Not...

I love you not…
Because your hearts’ so true but because you’re my sunset I will love you not because of what you do; I enamored by you because you’re my rising sun on a new day the second chance to a new way; of life. Melody in my heart; you the words to my music, loves’ ecstasy. What can I say it’s in the way you look at me; wondering what do you see.

Atop the mountain for miles I see, from this peak I speak my love for thee. It echos in the heavens like you do in my heart. Clouds give way to your rays of love feeding life to my soul making each day whole; it never ceases only increases my devotion to such notions like;

Walks on the beach hand in hand
Pillow fights in the sand
Breakfast in bed; desert where we stand
Trips unplanned to places so grand
But the biggest notion of all I dare to be your man

The feeling is mutual, I’m sure of that. Only because you’re sitting there reading this smiling right back. But I realize I’m not the one for you, oh…don’t think I didn’t get a clue. ‘Cause if I was, there’d be no hesitation. You and I both know it’s not about the situation, not location so you say; but the “money” to my dismay…can’t escape the innate desire in times of need only “money” inspires. Those liars of the heart; who want a life more than love, will never experience love more than life is what I was taught…so that’s why I love you not…

Thing called Satisfaction

It’s like that thing that happens after the fact
Not before; did we think before we act
Not before the fall; but, after all, what sense
Would that make; then there’d be no consequence
To this life spent acting without conscience

Twisted is the maze got me wanting to blaze
Up in smoke, my life dreams, emotional kindling
Setting me a fire, roasting my heart burning my soul
Dammit this shit takes a toll on my wallet taxin my mind
Putting in my two cents, although nothing but chump change
Left for me to spend, but the chump change is better than
No change; or stagnated with dogmatic approaches
Never pragmatic is the a dogma that coaches the masses
How long will this shit last I ask.

Silent mouths of a mime, pictionaries contrary to the mind
Drawn by life makes me weary of spoken words and silent actions
I'd prefer silent words with spoken actions that prevoke reactions
by invoking the power of attraction…still searching life for
Some, not a lot, just a little guaranteed satisfaction…

Dinner For Two

The anticipation is what drives me crazy, thoughts

Rolling around in my mind, you amaze me; caught

In the moment; between ready to order and pass the salt

Never expecting my soul to be blazing; no need to put it out

And extinguish what you started; yeah it’s your fault…lol

Eventually, indelibly this came to be, unbeknown to me

And her if I can presume as much; nah I’m trippin, need to shut up

Thinkin to far ahead even back then in my head, when

On the stairs I seen her, everything a blurr but,

Not her, crystal clear my view, there me and you; Dinner for two!