When we start to encourage one another Miracles happen love envelope.
Not mushy human Love but God Spiritual Love transpires between us.
Love that can not be shaken but only built on by the only True Savior.
So our Light starts to shine much brighter and we gain peace Gods peace.
An understanding as well as to what our purpose is here on the earth.
So let us with Love unconditional Love cling to Christ with a grip of steel.
Then keep encouraging while inspiring and being encouraged and inspired.
For when we joyfully use our gifts to help lift one another up to God.
Then we are doing exactly what we were born to do here on the earth.
I am inspired and encourage by each and everyone of you all daily.
So keep on allowing God to use you all love you and God bless you.

Dear Future son,

When you open your little eyes for the first time
and look around at this great big place you will know
your privilege for the first time. I do not say this
as it is a bad thing, but I do not want you to forget.

When you are older you will say that this system is beautiful
they will shake their heads and tell you that this system is white.
This system was built for you upon their bones.
This is not a fault of yours, but you, you are American privilege.

When you become a man and walk down the street
you will not feel the urge to look behind you.
When they call your name you will not feel
fear brewing inside of your stomach; this is your privilege.

When the masses gather at your doorstep and
call for you to come and march with them
do not be afraid to hold their hands and stand beside them.
Let your voice raise to the heavens and merge with theirs.

Though do not think for a moment that this story is about you.
This story is old, has been told long before you.
The roots of your family tree do not grow here in this garden.
This is foreign ground, tread lightly here.

It is okay to feel proud when you stand beside your brothers and sisters.
Do not forget though, when you go home you can take off your armor
shed it like a second pair of skin, but remember that some people
only ever get one set of skin and some armor does not slip off.

You, like I, will go home to the children and drift off to sleep.
We dream and do not wake to worry about those we call family
we will never have to bear this burden.
This, this is our American privilege.

Finding comfort in liquor and meaningless kisses.
I'm a walking hurricane
But you didn't care and kissed me anyways,
I didn't know you were scared of thunder until the day came where my skies became gray and it started raining in my heart
My storm came,
Secrets stained with blood and covered in old scars you still don't ask me about
Our souls danced like the falling raindrops
Shadows of us just watched as the day you took my heart away forever
And when you left
There was an eternal winter inside me
I tried to fill it with late midnight men who didn't know my name
And i only knew yours
Waves of insanity slowly creeping up at me as i try to block them because ****
i love you, i love you, i love you,
but you don't love me anymore

Fictitious. Such a strange word. When fiction is fiction itself.

love
so small a word
so heavy a burden

   give me love
     i want to love

what is this word
           *love
that possesses so many hearts
     that so many ears are longing to hear
     so many arms
                            aching to hold
so many voids
                        waiting to be filled

one word
   one feeling
but the deepest of emotions

people **** for it
beg for it
long for it
loose all common sense for it
   abandon all decency
just to have a taste of it
to hold onto one small fragment of
                     love

an all consuming word
a word that
   once given
can open universal doorways
but once taken away
can deflate
the strongest of the strong.

So I hear you need a rebel-- or maybe
someone to just hear you out. I like your profile,
your bio, the blurbs you write about your life--
but tell me more about you.

How do you break down your personality
01101101 01100101
into 140 characters or less?

May I suggest we meet face-to-face? Video chat
tomorrow at 5:00, sure, but that's not
what I meant.

I don't want the pixels, the lag, the type face, the webcam-filtered,
LED monitor dating profile.
I want the flesh,
the bone, unedited-- the words before they're deleted
and perfected to the point where you finally feel
comfortable enough to hit
Enter.

But you can't "put yourself out there" if you don't get out.

I want you beyond the screen, disconnected from the Internet
connections and matchmaking engines, filling up the tank
and searching for yourself.

I want you, bumbling and goofy, your foot nervously
tapping as we make awkward eye contact, gazing
not into machines and technology but into
pure, unadulterated life.