The man who tries to prove a point
Is unsure of how sharp it is.
A man who wars with blunt arms,
Is confident in his own strength.

The man who bears armor brave,
Falls heavy into his own grave.
The man who comes naked
Is sure he will return unscathed.

But, not every warrior is the same;
And no war can be fought
In the shadow of divine aim.

Father
I whisper
As I sit and meditate
I just want to feel you near
As I close my eyes and hush
I feel your sweet embrace
Things aren't what they should be
But I know your here
I wait
I trust
And I do not fear

Feelings
Deep
Hollow
Feelings
Churning
In my soul
Conscious
Decision
To be whole
Swallowed up
By PRIDE
Defeated
My crime
Concerned
About
What
Others
Think
Of me
I'm Lost
Forever
Eternally

A beautiful winding path
Tall trees looking down below
Leaves falling as I go
Peace among the rustling sounds
Joy fills my mind
No worries
I am happy
Colors bright and vivid
Wind is crisp and pleasant
No people
No fear
Just me with my Creator near

Brothers and a cousin
They are to each other
And to me
The two T's, O and a V
The system trapped them
Two got loose O and V
The brothers, two T's
Have yet to get free
My heart sinks
When I think of the tragedy
If I could have
I would have
Stepped in to defend
But I was powerless
Father I cry out to you
Please I ask of you
Do what I cannot do
Deliver the two T's
Keep the O and the V
And remember the V
That you preserved
To led the two T's
The O and the V
Back to you

To many times forgotten
To many times passed up
By the very ones you reached out your hands
Helping pull them up
To many times thank you never came your way
To many times frowned upon for doing what was right
And not what was popular
The ones closest to you may not ever tell
How much they appreciate you for your help
Those words may not ever come from their lips
I personally have seen and experienced
The kind of person that you are
I know what family means to you
So on  behalf of those you help
For all those you drop by to see about
I say to you
Thank you
Keep up the good work

Everyday I hear their cries
The homeless of the street
A people
A mom
A dad
A sister
A friend
Someone's child
Hurting
Losing their minds
Wouldn't you?
Wealth is in abundance here
This shouldn't be
Cry, cry me a river
For the lost souls
That hoard their money
And close their eyes, their ears
To those less fortunate
I am but one vessel calling out
To the masses
Do what you can
Help those you see
Lying in the street
If only just to say a prayer
Do that, for goodness sake

With my hands on my hips
I looked back at the job that was just completed
All day in the field
Plowing and sowing
The suns beam was strong
There wasn't any wind
Just the hot glaring sun
My mouth was dry
Lips were parched
Back was tired
And my feet were aching
As I sighed and walked away
I was happy, pleased
And convinced
That life don't get no better than this

I think you know what it's like to taste love
on the end of your tongue
like the lingering bitter-sweetness of soft metal.

I think you're older than the number given to you by your age
and heaven's angels have not spared you,
like they sometimes do,
from the acid tears of sorrow the world cries down at night.

I think you love the sun like it will never die
and that you trust that beauty comes in sleepless nights.
You run from friends in life,
yet you trust that that's what it's all about.

I know you're a mess,
and charcoal eyeliner traces the tracks of tears better than lying about
          fake incidents.
Please let someone hold you this time around.
It's only ever lonely if you find your feet on solid ground,
and the sins of the wind are the only ones to share the stability with.