Your like a gift so neatly wrapped in a blue Ribbon, your self worth is a gift but found in no man, not even in my words. Founded in the one who bled for the humanity. He made your ambition like a craving sweet tea in hot summer day, he made your love like a fever in the dead of the night being Touch my caring mom. He made your uniqueness like unheard notes played in the delays and reverb guitar pedals to capture hearts.
He made your charisma in the world of chaos to let it shine bright in the darkest hearts.
He made your skin like the dirt of Africa beautifully blended like the mountains of Afghanistan, he made your body like the Dead Sea as so death is so beautiful,
He made you a gift with layers of a honey tree as I Pull every inch of bark it’s beauty to be captured.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
I love to much.
I give to much.
I care to much.
To the wrongs, but the lessons who come and go,
I can’t seem to let you go, I see the potential in you dressed like snow.
I see person, I have been dreaming up all in front of me, but it feels like it’s all fading away like old bad memory.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
The greatest plague that hits hard is the plague of loneliness
With the loneliness we try to distract it with emptiness, with emptiness in the end, we end up more alone, as we curse ourselves when will our Flash lose and when will ours souls find wholeness. To the wholeness we lingering to seek oh what a plague I wish we can defeat alone, I fear we can’t fight it alone, with that sense we lose hope. But hope is not found where the emptiness lays, it’s found in the wholeness of the bright morning star.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
I dance with devil late at night
just as much I try to fight away,
surrender seems easier every time,
into this battle in my mind.
Let me dance as a new man
as much I pray to be,
not the devil I made myself to be.
I can be my own worse enemy time to time.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
Creatures of race, how do you declare what’s superior to inferior,
Supremacy it’s no title to any race.
It will be blasphemy if we say otherwise.
Let our minds to Compare the creator to men, We are Limited he is limitless,
We have boundaries he is boundless. Title of supremacy is my God as if it was carved in his heart. Oh Humble God you are the,
Supreme of truth,
Supreme of grace,
Supreme of love.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
I’m a short raging wildfire, oh you sheep,
What you do to me feeds, my rage
With my rage is greater,
Day by day love teaches me, it’s far more grater.
Love the sheep who who sits the fire.
Be calm let the blood king burn out the raging fire.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
I’m a dying seed in a Desert ground,
With no water to feed my roots Useless as it seems, oh how you make it rain so I can spread my roots soon to grow to feed the hummingbirds.
I’m the food crumbs between the countertops decomposing by the days, useful for red the ants to take.
I’m a dead animal rotting away on a lonely long highway, as magnets feed on, so on as the ravens feed upon. I’m a guitar with the tone of D, what is useful is this melody? but so sweet by the ears of the listeners.
A dead star in the endless space, useful at night to show your beauty to behold the eyes of the souls you wish to Capture. Every sound is an endless song for your praise.
To know the unuseful is useful, we are useful for the consuming fire God.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
With all of the power with the Consuming Fire,
With all of the power with the death Defeater
With all of the power with the Spirit of Wisdom,
It’s all on me to decide
Am I bonded by the chains of sin?
Am I a slave with no chains for the death Defeater?
Will The grace of the Consuming Fire be my master?.
As slavement lives and takes, slavement will never die, till the day that sins dies. Till that day Bond servant, I will thrive to be, bond to thrive, to thrive is for the Consuming Fire, from darkness I once came, now from the fire I'm reborn to long live as a **** servant.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
The horror of the thought of my immoral actions, likewise like the thieves,
Likewise like the ******
Equal as any immortal actions, no greater nor less likewise,
As the day of judgement when our body’s go into slumber
Our souls will hear our judgement as this poem makes you wonder, a sin is a sin, no greater nor less, what makes you think you're better? When we are all rebels with our human nature.
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC
Skin is skin, Heart is a heart.
What makes makes a mind to consider any is less like an empty bottle?
To sense one is second-rate?,
Skin to skin, dust to dust, Bone to bone.
Heart to heart superior Judge will sit judgment on disgusting hearts.
Equivalent we are, as transgressors, we are.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC