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4/30/2019
Lord, help me look away,
Far from the physical,
I want to see the inside,
I want to see what you see.

Lord, do this straightaway,
My eyes are so whimsical.
Can good and bad coincide?
But internal goes your autopsy.

The outside deceives anyway.
Ignoring fake beauty is logical,
But the illogical path is wide.
So I diverge from their policy.

Too easy to meet halfway,
Poor compromises make this critical.
The fence one must not ride,
One side is always a fantasy.

We call things ****,
We call things beautiful,
In our judgement, we sit smugly.
Of our words, we should be careful.

We call things good,
We call things bad,
Point at ourselves, we never could.
The downfall of others makes us glad.

We call things arbitrary,
We call things significant.
Relativity cannot be necessary,
Or else reality becomes vacant.

And there is right and wrong,
That much I’ve determined.
What they’ve told us all along,
A foundation collapsed – ruined.

So I must shift from observing,
Things from the wrong perspective,
Ignore what I’m told by the undeserving,
Jealous never translated to detective.

They selfishly want what I hold,
This peaceful power I posess.
But I have never controlled,
It is granted, when I acquiesce.

God, help me use your Spirit,
To further your kingdom here.
They see my inherent merit,
Any glory to me, make it disappear.

You alone know our hearts,
Do your work to its full completion.
Intelligence off the charts,
No one can stop your accretion.
Rickey Spence May 20
4/26/2019
Hey, remember me?
Okay. Dumb quesion, I know.

But really, can you see the past?
Let me refresh your memory:

Nineteen my age currently.
Feuerstein a favorite artist.

College adventures, ring a bell?
Marriage? Yeah, I’m still clueless.

Social awkwardness – still here.
Confidential is so much about me.

I am happy in this season.
Why? Yeah, I have questions, too.

Enough about me, on to you.
Scruff needs to stay, bro.

I’m telling you, high expectations.
Prime, that’s what they call you.

Success? Don’t stress it.
Yes, but don’t be lazy.

Above all, rest in God,
Love Him more than any.

Don’t worry about your image,
Important is God’s opinion only.

Selfishly I pray for you, but
Discursively flutter my thoughts.

Can I say it any other way?
Plan only on God’s plan.

Work out to become muscular,
**** you would become.

All I can ask for is spiritual strength,
Fall not from your faith.

Inverted, my sentences lose meaning.
Sorted my ideas attempt to stay.

Rhymes are so much fun,
Pastimes begun that go on.

This has been my letter to you,
Analysis reveals my true heart.

We are different people, but
Colloquy unipersonal this has been.

Wisdom, none have I to share, but
Boredom leads to depression.

Don’t forget where you came from,
Enthroned – never was, never will be.

Slip back into your shell,
Leadership will be abandoned.

Purpose to be fully fulfilled,
Earnest must be my attitude.

Stop hiding behind your shadow,
Swap my fear for God’s courage.

Fear is healthy, but in moderation,
Pioneer the unknown and conquer.

Treat others as more important,
Obsolete is a safe place to humbly be.

In conclusion, I expect a lot of me,
Chin up, turn the cheek, smile often!

Live for God, Glorify Him,
Corroborative to my existence He is.
inverse rhymes

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