Have you went
  to God in prayer,
And really wondered
  if He cared?

We surely know,
  His promise keep;
He'll lead and guide us
  when we seek!

Though often times,
  His answers small;
We sometimes even
  miss 'em all.

It's up to us
  to hear and listen,
So when He speaks
  we'll never miss Him!

For when you seek
  My Lord above,
He's there to bless,
  and show His love.

He sometimes answers
  so softly spoken,
But best believe,
  no promise broken!

There's other times,
  with thunderous roar,
He answers prayers,
  and so much more!

And then there's times,
  to show He cares;
He'll bless us with
  unanswered prayers;

'Cause My God knows,
  there's some requests,
His no reply
  will treat us best!

a couple born blind at birth, decided that they would marry
and a child they wanted to carry.
when an acquaintance of a friend
began to question such an affair.
he had to question them, he did not care.

how can you marry one another?
when you can't even see each other?
how do you know if your partner
is a beauty or a beast?
and any children that you have
may come out the same as you.
living in darkness, is that what you
want for them too?

the blind couple holding hands, and smiles
on their faces, walked over to him.
the woman asked if she could touch him?
and he agreed.
she touched the features of his face
his hair, his shoulders, and leaned
over and inhaled deeply.

she stepped back, and in a soft gentle voice said:
you are a man 5'11' in height
but you have no clue- no insight.
by your features of your face
your looks are quite fine
your face narrows down to your chin
telling me you are slim.

the mark on the bridge of your nose
tells me that you wear glasses too.

the smell from your body, tells me that
you are a nervous person, and always on the move.
and the way you dress, makes you think
you're in the groove.

'shocked and dismayed, he did'nt know what to say'

she then said in that same tone.
because we are blind from our birth
does not mean we can not see.
we live in darkness, but love lights up our hearts.
and the other senses, we had from the start.

we do everything the same as you
and some things, we may do better too.

we dress ourselves, bathe, cook, clean the house too
and we know just what to do.
as for a child coming into our lives
and if the child will live in darkness
the same as us.
in GOD we put our trust.

embarassed and apologetic, he learned
a lesson that day.
LOVE AND FAITH, have no boundaries
and there is nothing that can not be overcome.
if you trust in the FATHERS SON

Running through ancient Appalachia
Frolicking without a care
She had never felt more joy-
Never felt less aware.

As they followed the waterfall trail,
There was no time to spare-
Time was irrelevant,
As they were breathing in clean air.

Treetops swirling into one another,
Breeze slow and soft,
Sweeping salty tears off of her cheek-
They were lost.

Lost in their own minds,
Nothing left to exhaust.
Inspiration was the mountain peak-
Floral scents aloft.

Driving in a spiral
Down the rugged cracked road-
They pulled off to the side,
Anxieties and heart rates slowed.

There they found two cement half-
Pipes peering over the mountain side
They climbed down, sat in their grasps-
Contently contemplating their lives.

She turned to her love
To ask what he was doing.
He said “writing down ideas”

There, she saw her fate.

Real communication
Has been lost
In the depths
Of the cloud.

True feeling
Is seldom seen-
Now, thoughts
Are shown
Through emojis.

Does anyone feel
The wholesomeness
Of somebody else's
Voice anymore?

The smell of their
Skin, the faces
That they make, or
Simply- their presence.

Conversations are
Much more
Than the words
Typed out on a
Smartphone screen.

People are meant
To actually be
Seen.

If you brush off what we say,
We will rip your ears off with our words-
Because our opinions matter.
We can be just as intelligent,
If not more so
Than you are.

But in your mind,
Because we have vaginas,
And you have a *****,
The people whom with you share
The same kind of genitals are oh so
Much more creative than us.

But we will nail it into your stubborn
Skull, the fact that women matter.
We can be intellectuals.
We can be in galleries.
We can do your ******* job-
If we even want to in the first place.
Our opinions are valid and relevant.
We do not deserve to be brushed off
As if we do not have minds of our own.

We refuse to go through torture
To ‘earn’ your respect.
Respect that we do not even need
To be able to succeed.

I, in a field amongst my peers;
We are so similar
Almost all the same-
We grow together
From the soil beneath
Our stems, our roots
Combining, clustering,
We are all connected.
     I feel like I am different though,
     I have my own stem
     My own hue of pink
     My own pretty petals
     My own green leaves
     My own movement
     My own form of life.
I realize there are others
That look like me,
That grow like me,
That sway in the wind as I do.
     But I also know that
     I am my own flower-
     I am not like the rest-
     I am an individual.
This field of wildflowers,
Filled with stems and petals
That may seem the same-
Yet so exceptionally different,
Is simply a community.
What makes this vast meadow
So whole and complete,
Is every distinct blossom
Coming together-
Creating a natural
Convergence of unique,
Beautiful, living beings.

they frown
at my tattoos
as I ride past their church;
I think if they had stones they would
cast them

I look at the entirety and the complexitity of life and I begin to think
I begin to imagine to a point where my thought became my ink
Looking at what people have to go through
Just to get to see life in a perfect view

I look at peoples life and I begin to wonder
If being created is a mere coincidence or just a blunder
Why people have to suffer so much
In extreme pain and unbearable misery in such
That even when they cry out in pain
Everyone think they are going insane

I look at people binded by their unfailing faith
trying to find the balance between nature and fate
Why some people are born in a rich home
While others have no option than to roam
About just to find answers to lifes questions
That are way beyond human comprehension

I look at options which people have to choose from
Dancing to what ever beat that comes out from lifes drum
Irrespective of how strenuous and difficult it is
Just to have their whole life in one piece

I look at people and I see the real meaning of endurance
To the hardship stages of life not worthy of remembrance
The difference it makes to give and receive
And the impurity in lies and to deceive

I look at people and I see what it takes to be a survivor
The gut it takes to be a striver
I see what it means to go through hell
And I feel just what they feel that they just can't tell

I look at the poor and I look at the rich
The differences between them that which
The rich makes plan for tomorrow
While the poor are left drowning in sorrow

I look at all the ironies of life surrounding our existence
And I begin to wonder human means of subsistence
In this crazy dark world of pain
with clouds of mysterious dark rain

I look at the heavens and pray for hope
That will not just help us to cope
With the pain misery of life
But will help save and give us a chance of a whole new life

Give me a witch with a broom that can fly
give me a night to try
give me a cat that's silent and black
and give me the reasons why.

Send me a doll with blue eyes stuck with pins
slap me some skin and
let these things begin,
send me a witch that can fly.