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Andre Pinnock Jan 2020
A rare jewel was created on this day
A priceless gift i can only appreciate
I marvel at her immense beauty
And stand in awe of her immeasurable strength
She enrich my being
But is oblivious to its entirety
A rare jewel was created on this day
To you i say happy birthday
Andre Pinnock Jan 2020
My toes rake through the ocean floor
While my head disturbs the soaring clouds
Lines have bemused minds wondering how
I'll simplify thoughts to help you out
"I'm grounded while keeping my head high. "
Andre Pinnock Jan 2020
Sorrow held my cheeks
Somehow i felt comforted
Until i cried to you son
But you kept on playing
No eyes to see my hurt
I drown my pain beneath a smile
A crooked thing...i see it clearly
But perfect in their eyes
After all! It's me...
So i learn to inhale nails
And spit petals.
I am missing in their presence
And still they converse with me
I am absent in their presence
And still no one misses me.
Andre Pinnock Jan 2020
Emptied thoughts survived
The fangs of hateful critics
Poured heart still beats
Despite the mauling of many foes

Shattered knees and broken arms
Carved purpose on grounds
Pushed on by a single breath
Pulled along by a gentle touch

I STAND RESOLUTE!
To complete this journey
Others need to hear the truth
All need to experience Your story

Lost oblivious souls in need of hope
Widest arm, a symbol of love
I kneel emptied before You
Pour in me your heart Jesus.
Andre Pinnock Jan 2020
Up close, it is perfect
Clearly one of my finest
But when i step back and observe it
It is not my canvas
It is sure hard to accept
But i felt better after i stepped
there was once a tree
who refused to let go of its leaves.

there was once a tree
who tried to hold its leaves.

but when the time comes,
when the leaves wither.

there is nothing the tree can do but


to see its leaves
slowly falling down
from its branches.*

©IGMS
Andre Pinnock May 2017
The door stopped short of crushing my chest between passion and a timeless period of internal ripping guilt.

The kind that feels like a mill grinding mercilessly, shredding without pity every bit of my peace.

Like brave heart, I killed  desire in the name of love. Sacrifice unexplainable gratification to be right.

I'm the hero who saved the day with a gut turning ache which is feeding on my thought like a parasite as my reward. Cheer me on...

So I smile while glancing through a window to that moment; I grabbed the door and pull it back so hard that it bruised my ribs and some of my selfish will to save my moral integrity.

I'm not sad, just hate the fact that it feels this uncomfortable being in the right.
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