Dawn's gentle light, a soul's first sip,
Gratitude's warmth, from fingertip
To grateful heart, a brimming well,
Kindness itself, is the story to tell.

Nature's embrace, a calming breeze,
The laughter that rings through rustling leaves.
Passions pursued, a fire's bright gleam,
Chasing a dream, a fulfilling stream.

Love's gentle touch, a quiet delight,
Fill your cup full, with the purest light.
Thus, to fill thy cup with good

Not a grand flood, but a gentle stream,
Love for you flows, a growing theme.
Each shared moment, a tiny stone,
Building a bridge we walk upon.

A whispered joke, a hand held tight,
Weaving a bond, bathed in soft light.
Trust, like a seed, takes root unseen,
Blooming in smiles, a vibrant scene.

Not a wildfire, but embers warm,
Love for you grows, safe from the storm.
To love you little by little
that keeps me warm

Night's velvet cloak, a sudden tear,
A burst of light, dispelling fear.
Shadows retreat, their secrets hide,
The world was unveiled, with no place to hide.

Dreams linger still in a sleepy haze,
The stage reset for brighter days.
Yawns replace the lullaby,
Reality paints the morning sky.

With a single click, a world is reborn,
From hushed dreams to bustling morn.
Still, my heart breathes fire
Only when the lights turn on

A vibrancy fades, a hush descends,
Laughter once bright, now barely lends
A spark to the eyes, once alight.
Conversations, dimmed by the night.

Warmth cools to a whisper, a sigh,
A touch that once sent shivers by
Now lingers, a ghost in its wake.
Hearts beat a rhythm, a silent ache.

Is this love's twilight, a fading hue?
Can dawn chase the shadows anew?
Only when love is turning blue

Each step a whisper, a heart's soft beat,
The map unfolds, the path less steep.
Stars as our guide, a distant gleam,
We chase the horizon, a waking dream.

Doubt lingers near, a fleeting shade,
But passion's fire, cannot fade.
With every sunrise, a renewed vow,
Inch by inch, closer somehow.

The summit beckons, bathed in gold,
Our dreams take flight, a story told.
Yes, we get closer to our dreams tonight

Cracks in our walls, bathed in light,
Fractures we feared, healed just right.
Weathered by storms, hand in hand,
Bloomed in a love we unplanned.

Brokenness woven, a tapestry bright,
Scars whispering tales in the night.
Together we rose, strong and true,
A flawed masterpiece, me and you.
When we have turned into something beautiful

every
word and thought
brands the mark of slavery
the mark of Satan
the mark of the beast
upon
their backs and shoulders
of a stolen People
from
the
sweet Motherland of Africa
without
being breastfed anymore
shall
hoist the sails of slave ships
bound for
the
new world

Ink bleeds whispers, secrets kept,
A story on paper, unslept.
Words like windows, veiled, and thin,
Reflecting a soul held within.

Eyes, unseen, guide every line,
A silent observer, entwined.
Their gaze shapes the moonlit tide,
Emotions in verses confide.

They watch as the reader takes hold,
A story unfolds, to be told.
Springs from the fresh eyes behind the poem

When love is a shapeless flame,
It licks at the edges of known,
A yearning that whispers no name,
A hunger for hearts yet unshown.

It dances in whispers and sighs,
A warmth with no form to define,
A mist in the lover's own eyes,
A promise, a feeling, entwined.

Though shapeless, it burns oh so bright,
A beacon in the darkest of the night.

when
we
spread our wings
tonight
like
the
hummingbird
in
flight
brings
the
gift of light
when
shining
through
the
tiny cracks of
your soul

When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a landscape full of trees with empty nooses

My father was a runaway slave, who was captured by them bounty hunters. Daddy wanted to be free and provide for his family

Why do we **** and enslave another man for their differences or the color of his skin? Well, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. The answer derives from the sweet taste of sin, created by the love, the power, and the color of money

The empty nooses keep on blowing in the wind. Still, I remember, when they kicked, beat, and then dragged my daddy, unconsciously toward that old oak tree. Lord, back in the day, Colored People were restricted from sitting or resting underneath the trees with nooses

After they captured my pappy; they wrapped a dry noose around his neck so tight, that I could smell the rope burns on his neck. However, when I opened my eyes, I could only see a landscape full of trees with empty nooses.

They hung my daddy from that tree. Well, I was six years old, and I dropped to my knees. Still, I ask the Lord to spare my father’s life and to forgive these evil people, for they do not know what they do.

God put His hand in the story. Then, He clapped His Hands, and His spiritual power released the nooses from all the dead slaves.

God said, “Walk with me, and you shall receive eternal life in the kingdom of heaven. Walk with me down this road of light."

Then, He hurled a bolt of lightning at the landscape of empty nooses and said, from this day forth, I promise thee, that empty nooses shall never be the fruit among these trees.

Never again, shall empty nooses blow in the win

boy... don't you let
the
lefthand know
what the righthand
is doing and everything
will be alright
then
who shall
i
trust...just trust in the Lord

on the day of
the last supper
we
break bread with Jesus

I
sat by His right hand
and he always knew

that the flesh is
weak in mankind

He looked at me again
while
fresh eyes journeyed into my soul

there to find the reason
for the unholy betrayal

then
my soul replied in broken tears
for thirty shekels of gold

Walls I built, a fortress of my own,
Crumbled by affection, a love yet unknown.
Fear's iron grip, a cell I called my heart,
Shattered by tenderness, a brand new start.

Tears that once were prisons, now cleansing rain,
Washing doubt away, a sweet, gentle pain.
Vulnerability blooms, a fragile rose,
Love's sunlight breaks through, where darkness arose.

Free from isolation, a symphony plays,
A chorus of joy in love's vibrant maze.
When love breaks me free, wings begin to take flight,
Soaring on courage, bathed in golden light.

No need to bridge the space, no chasm to mend,
Love thrives in the distance, a bond that transcends.
The miles may stretch onward, a map yet unseen,
But hearts beat in rhythm, a constant, serene.

The space holds a beauty, a freedom to grow,
Each path is independent, where dreams freely flow.
Trust whispers like starlight, a beacon so bright,
Connecting our souls in the canvas of night.

Love isn't a tethered boat, chained to the shore,
Its galaxies are swirling, always.
In absence, we cherish, in silence, we hear,
Love is all the space between us, my dear.

When we cross the river of light, so bright,
Leaving shadows cast by the fading night,
Will burdens dissolve, like mist in the morn?
Will worries be whispers, forever unborn?

A current of peace, will it carry us on?
To meadows of solace, where worries are gone?
Will doubts be forgotten, like stars dimmed by day?
Replaced by a knowing, that lights up the way?

On that luminous shore, will we finally see
The answers we've craved, eternally?
Will hearts overflow, with love pure and deep,
As we cross the river of light and softly sleep?

As long as we know the compass spins true,
North may wander, but the heart will pursue.
Detours and storms may test us along the way,
But hand in hand, we'll find a brighter day.

Though shadows lengthen, doubts may take their stand,
As long as we know love lights the shifting sand,
We'll build a beacon, a fortress warm and bright,
Guiding each other through the darkest night.

For even when lost, a whisper can ignite,
As long as we know, together we take flight.

The wind whispers secrets through skeletal trees,
As we walk in the haunted rain, down lonely knees
Of cracked pavement. Each drop a whispered plea
From restless spirits, unseen eternally.

Headstones like teeth jut from the sodden ground,
Moss-covered whispers, a mournful, chilling sound.
Lightning cracks a sky, a fleeting, ghastly grin,
Reflecting in puddles where phantoms dance within.

Our footsteps echo, a hollow, rhythmic beat,
Accompanied by whispers, both mournful and sweet.
Is it just the rain, or a sigh on the breeze?
We walk in the haunted rain, hearts ill at ease.

dear God almighty
you are
the
willow in the wind
who
dwells
in
the
soul
of
a tiny grain of sand
still
He has the whole world
in the palm of His hands

From Harlem's pulse, a symphony untold,
Stories etched in a brownstone, dreams unfold.
Streetlamps pierce the twilight, jazz ignites,
Hope flickers, a flame against the nights.

Laughter rings on stoops where neighbors meet,
Gospel choirs rise, voices strong and sweet.
Stony sidewalks hold a million strides,
Asphalt dreams where destiny confides.

Stars peek through the rooftops, reaching high,
A silent promise whispered to the sky.
From Harlem's struggle, a spirit takes flight,
Soaring upwards, bathed in heavenly light.

A crimson bloom upon her face,
Her lips were a promise, full of grace.
Cherry red, a tempting sight,
A beacon sweet, in gentle light.

A silent call, a whispered plea,
To taste the fruit, the mystery.
Desire stirs, a blush unseen,
In hopes of what might lie between.

Are words unspoken waiting there?
A secret shared, a love to share?
Cherry red, a kiss untold,
A story waiting to unfold.

Love builds her castles, grand and tall,
On shifting shores, at danger's call.
With seashells bright and whispered vows,
She carves her dreams in fleeting vows.

Towers reach high, with flags unfurled,
A fragile kingdom in this world.
But tides will turn, the waves will crash,
Love's sandcastle crumbles in a flash.

Yet hearts rebuild, with hope's refrain,
For love, undaunted, builds again.
Though waves may wash, and dreams may wane,
Love's castles rise, to dance with rain.

On crimson sands, beneath a rusty sky,
A figure walks, and a cloak of fireflies high.
The Red Cloak of Mars, a legend whispered low,
Through canyons vast, where ancient secrets flow.

Is it a hero, cloaked in Martian fire,
Defender bold, with untamed desire?
Or perhaps a phantom, haunting desolate plains,
A lonely soul, where silence reigns?

The red cloak billows, a mystery untold,
A splash of color in the Martian cold.
Does it conceal a warrior, fierce and grand,
Or a wanderer, lost in this alien land?

The Red Cloak fades, as shadows lengthen deep,
Leaving behind a fiery secret to keep.
A silent promise whispered on the breeze,
The Red Cloak of Mars, forever to appease.

The polished plane twists what it sees,
A warped reflection, mocking breeze.
My smile a grimace, eyes cast down,
Beauty distorted, where's my crown?

Lips pursed tight, where laughter played,
Wrinkles etched deep, where youth once stayed.
This glassy snare, a cruel deceit,
Shows not my strengths, but flaws.

But wait, a hand, a touch so true,
The warmth on my cheek dispels the blue.
Love's gaze reflects, a vision bright,
The mirror's lies dissolve in light.

If we build a time machine, a whirring beast,
To chase lost moments, memories unreleased,
Would we rewrite the wrongs, the choices made,
Or stir a storm, a future yet unplayed?

The past, a siren, with a tempting song,
Could fixing cracks just make the whole thing wrong?
The future is veiled, a mystery untold,
Might tampering unravel, make us grow old

Before our time? The present, fleeting guest,
Would chasing shadows leave us unblessed?
Perhaps the journey's heart, the quest's fire,
Is what defines us, fuels our soul's desire.

Not shrouds of silk, nor funeral black,
But garments are worn, where shadows track.
The weight of loss, a heavy cloak,
Draped o'er our hearts, a mournful folk.

Each thread, a memory bittersweet,
A whispered laugh, or shuffling feet.
A smile was long gone, a tear that fell,
These clothes of death, the stories tell.

Yet, in their folds, a strength takes hold,
A love that lingers, brave and bold.
Though shadows cling, a light breaks through,
We'll wear these clothes, and see us through.

Not words of men, but sounds unbound,
A language deep, in hearts profound.
No grammar binds, no meaning set,
A primal song, a soul's duet.

We speak in tongues, a fire's roar,
A crashing wave on some far shore.
Beyond the mind, where logic sleeps,
A well of feeling, oh so deep.

Each sound a brushstroke, paints the sky,
A tapestry where spirits fly.
Though words divide, these feelings bind,
We speak in tongues, one heart, one mind.

The river flows, a ceaseless song,
We bend to drink, where we belong.
Though waters rush, a constant churn,
The riverbed, the lessons learned,

Remain unchanged, a guiding truth,
We sip anew, in seasoned youth.
The taste may shift, with the heart's tide,
But to the source, we still confide.

Twice dipped, the cup, yet ever new,
We drink, ourselves, forever true.
The river sings, a constant hum,
We are the same, yet overcome.

Not born of one, yet kin to all,
We sprout from seeds that gently fall.
Nurtured by the sun, by rain, by grace,
We climb and weave in nature's space.

Whose fruit are we? A mingled breed,
Of sun and soil, of wind and seed.
From countless hands, our essence grows,
A tapestry where every petal shows.

We bloom, we wither, time takes flight,
Yet in our essence, all unite.
For in the end, beneath the sun,
We're simply fruit, become as one.

In the tender glow of the morning sun,
Whispered softly, our love had just begun.
A journey starts with a single step, a single run,
In the book of life, our story's first page spun.

With hearts entwined, a new chapter unfurls,
In the dance of destiny, together we swirl.
A promise made, in the silence of the night,
Under the stars, our love takes its first flight.

Our love has just begun, a seed sown deep,
In the garden of affection, a harvest we'll reap.
Through seasons of joy, through storms, we'll weather,
Our love, a treasure trove, we'll guard together.

With every sunrise, our love finds new heights,
In every sunset, a confirmation of our plight.
A bond unbreakable, a connection so strong,
In the symphony of our hearts, a lifelong song.

Our love has just begun, yet feels timeless, vast,
With each moment shared, a memory to last.
A journey of a thousand miles, with no end,
For in each other, a soulmate, a best friend.

So here's to us, on this journey, just begun,
To the adventures we'll have, the battles we'll win.
Our love, a beacon, guiding us through,
A testament of faith, in everything we do.

Fill this place with Your Holy Spirit, we pray,
Let Your presence descend here today.
Like a dove, peaceful and pure,
Bring us comfort that shall forever endure.

In every corner, let Your grace be found,
In every silence, let Your love resound.
Fill this space with a holy light,
Guide us, lead us, through the night.

With Your Holy Spirit, let us be imbued,
In our hearts, let Your peace be renewed.
Like a fire, burn away our fears,
With Your gentle touch, dry our tears.

Flow through this place like a mighty stream,
Let Your presence be our ultimate dream.
Fill us with strength, fill us with love,
Draw us closer to the heavens above.

Breathe into us life anew,
With every breath, let us feel You.
Fill this place, O Spirit divine,
Transform our hearts, and let your glory shine.

When we are a part of God, in essence, intertwined,
In His infinite love, a peace we find.
A bond unbroken, a sacred thread,
In His grace, our souls are led.

In every sunrise, His colors are displayed,
In every sunset, His artwork laid.
In the breath of life, His spirit flows,
In the heart of nature, His wonder shows.

When we are a part of God, every moment sings,
Of the beauty and the joy His presence brings.
In the whisper of the wind, His voice we hear,
Close and comforting, forever near.

In the trials and the tests that life may bring,
In His strength, we find our wings.
A guiding light in the darkest night,
In His embrace, everything is right.

When we are a part of God, love knows no end,
For in His creation, we blend.
A tapestry is woven with threads of grace,

He has risen, from death's cold grasp released,
A dawn of hope, where darkness ceased.
Upon the horizon, where light anew,
Breaks the night, in hues so true.

From the tomb, where once he lay,
He has risen on this glorious day.
A miracle woven in the sacred text,
A story of love, complex, yet reflexive.

The stone rolled away, an empty grave,
He has risen, almighty to save.
In the hearts of the faithful, a joyous song,
A testament of where they belong.

In gardens of prayer, where whispers rise,
He has risen, beyond the skies.
A beacon of faith, of love divine,
In His resurrection, a holy sign.

Through trials and tribulations, we find our way,
He has risen, to guide the fray.
In His footsteps, a path we seek,
A strength in moments, when we are weak.

He has risen, let the earth proclaim,
In every whisper of His name.
A promise of eternal life, a sacred gift,
In His rising, our spirits lift.

So let the bells of Easter ring,
He has risen, let the choirs sing.
A celebration of life, of the victory won,
In His resurrection, a new day begins.

faith
giveth me breath
that
i
need
to
be
forever faithful
that
i
believe
in
the
grace of God
when
faith
shall plant her seed

with
your
heartbeat wings
i
shall know
when
the
hummingbird sings
be still
and
glow
be still

oh lord
i
want to be a bell
that
i
shall
ring out
as well
with
wisdom
all over
this world
and
i
want to
go and tell it
to the mountains
lord
i
want to ring like a bell

hate
shall
eat
through
your
entire soul
from
the
inside
and
out
while
hate
leaves a black hole
where
you
shall
lose control
from
this
empty place

In the quiet of the night, I hear your call,
A whisper soft, a gentle plea, enthrall.
Your burdens heavy, your spirit unfurled,
Come rest your weary heart, let me hold your world.

In the chaos of the day, I see your strife,
A struggle fierce, a battle for your life.
But in my arms, find solace, unfurl,
Let go of the weight, let me hold your world.

The stars above may dim, the moon may fade,
But my love for you will never degrade.
In every trial, every tear pearled,
I'll be your anchor, let me hold your world.

Though storms may rage and darkness looms near,
Together we'll face what we fear.
In each other's embrace, find comfort swirled,
Trust in my love, let me hold your world.

So rest now, my love, in the warmth of my embrace,
Let worries drift away, leave no trace.
For in this moment, our love's flag unfurled,
You're not alone, let me hold your world.

a
closer walk towards thee
i
still
believe
underneath
your
golden wings
for
all to witness
and
through
eternity
to
be
embraced
in
your serenity
is
where
i
want to be
still
underneath
your
golden wings
and
a closer walk towards thee

Your
heart
is
a wild flower
that
breathes the air
with
pedals
that
beat open and close
like
the heart
inside your soul
through
kindness and care
only
while
your
heart breathes the air

oh lord
when
i
call upon your sweet name
then
you
walk across the still water
where
i
have faith
without
borders
uplift
my spirit
within

where do I begin
that
ocean full of joy
that
willow in the wind
that
laughter fills your eyes
that
rainbow bends the sky
where
do I begin
while
your light still flickers in the dark
and
right there before my eyes

oh lord
we
gather
at
your feet
to
receive
your love and mercy
while
you
provide
us
everything that we need
to
receive every blessing
for
this
is
our
daily bread

Oh lord, I am the clay
within your hands
and you are the potter
I just want to serve you
oh lord, in your master plan
now, wrap your arms around me
and through your sweet glory
embrace me towards
the Kingdom of Heaven
for thou art the power and glory
but still, don't forsake me Lord
shape me lord
make me lord
just say the holy words
and I will obey your commands
just, wrap your arms around me
and through your sweet glory
for thou art with me
to be thy rod and staff
here to comfort me
in your power and sweet glory
but don't forsake me Lord
shape me lord
make me lord
just say the holy words
and I will obey
your commands
when we are made of clay

every word that i speak
shall fashion me
with shield and sword
to face all the
slings and arrows of despair
thus do battle against the
wickedness of this world and
let faith and destiny
take their courses
for every word that i speak
and i swear by this
for every word that i speak
is my bond

lord even though i am blind
i still want to see
the magnificent stars of thee
to see the magic rainbows
beyond the snow-white clouds
i want to see the sun climb
through the gates of heaven
at the crack of dawn
because i want to be
where you are
and just to know that
you will be there for me

underneath
the
ghost white clouds
a voice
that
sings out loud
the
blue robin
dwells
inside
her nest
while
singing
through
a
storm

the ocean dwells inside of me
thus the gentle waves crashing
into the shore
then i ain't gonna let nobody
steal my joy i am sure
while the ocean dwells inside of me

Red-hot
chili pepper June
we
ask
the
fireflies
to
polish
their
wings soon
to
march
in
the
wind parade

Anything is possible
in
this
word
when
we
journey
through
the
tomb of Lazarus
and
speak the holy words
unto
his
sacred spirit
now stand up
almighty Lazarus
and
venture into
the
kingdom of God