Inspiration "The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life,” - Muhammad Ali

I've done some things in my past I'm not particularly fond of. I was just a lost soul trapped in the underworld. Surrounded by some demons I would say they were possessed. I grew up around drugs, gangs and seen all sorts of mess.

I was born a ******* brought into this world out of wedlock. With no father figure I feel I was doomed from the start. My thirst for knowledge made me come off as kind of odd cause in a den of thieves I only wanted to serve God.

Yet I was young, I was naiive and so I fell to temptations, that's what happens when you're green in a world controlled by Satan. I put myself in situations where I had to make a choice one would build me up and the other would destroy.

I knew I was doing wrong when I thought cops were my enemies but failed to see the ones who pulled my strings were fallen entities.

I traveled far into the underworld
but some how made it out and when I did there was God who said my child I never doubt.

So yea I've done some things in my past I'm not particularly fond of but now I am free and if you only know the old me you no longer know me... Peace be unto you.

Copyright. Sean Antonio Tyson

1 Peter 1:14: "So you must live as God's obedient children. Don't slip back into your old ways of living to satisfy your own desires".

Come Back to Me,
a whispered chant, 
a taize prayer, a funeral dirge, 
a mournful, somber sound 
played on the monitor­ above my head.
My mouth curls mirthfully,
a mischievous grin - 
"Hello Sister Death".

My dearest sister, 
we fought tooth and­ claw,
and play dangerous games; 
squealing with glee -
"You can'­t catch me!"  

You pinched me, it’s true,
make me confess, lay bare my soul,
down to the bone and yet dearly loved.
A lonely wallflower, at our last dance,
as I waltzed across the surgical floor;

Now, you sit silent, somber, still and stern,
serious today, 
no teasing, no more games;
your soft voice­ whispers, 

"Release the pain, embrace it, let it go,
it will so­othe your soul, serene and satisfied. 
You're ready to drift into the cosmic flow 
let it ta­ke you home, return unto Him."

A shot of pain rips through my we­ary frame,
let it cleanse my soul and set my spirit free; 
my body will fade, dissolve, turn to stardust;
while my soul ascends to cosmic flow, 
that Divine force,
the source, brought me here,
let it carry me anywhere, 
beyond compare.

Thorny vines, Earth's embrace, 
tear ­at my skin.
My heart beats wildly, 
caught within the cosmic flow­.
This crimson clicker calms the cruelest pain,
it stills my spinning thoughts,
a moment’s reprieve - time to think.

I know it’s time.  And I thank God
for bringing me here.  But just -
One more day, 
a delightful detour,
a zany journey to the zoo, 
bird book in hand,
a weighty who’s who, 
you can do it.

“Hey Sis, not today! 
Let's play - Hide and Seek!”

I'm **** at prayer
But I praise that your spirit
Prays for me pretty near everywhere
Deep within
Dancing along a deliberate river,
A dirge, no, delightful tunes of a violin
Slow, melodious
Song coming deep from my cellar
Seeking to touch my soul
Shutup, Be still
Sing in unison with the earth
Silence.  Breath.  Pray.

As the mind slowly fills with wonder
Thoughts inside begin to wander

Deep thoughts
Dark thoughts

What is the meaning of life?
Where are we from?
Where did it all start?

A sudden pause...

When does it all END...

Anxiety swirls in the air with a struggle
Tears amass from eyes in large puddles

Starting to get tired
Afraid to fall asleep
Time is about to expire
Eventually, eyes slowly close to die in peace...

Suddenly awaken!
How did this happen!?
Reborn?
It is the only explanation!

Jump up to spread the news that life is great
Try our best to get rid of all the hate

Life is here for everyone to enjoy
We are alive and it's time to rejoice!

In darkness, a church
of carved Baroque stone
catches me walking
unawares and alone.

Two stone hands reach out
from the church outer wall.
A gesture of blessing
or a prayer for us all

in stony carved silence
that echoes the voice
of a God we can’t hear,
who stays quiet — by choice?

Just when we need
to hear they’re right here,
they feel like a veiled cloud
that is more distant than near.

Still these outstretched hands
remind me of this:
Divine’s in the touch
of human hands’ godlike gift.

The bright death of a star
lights the black night from afar.

Astrologers walk from east to west
and follow the nova’s fiery arc.
The burst of white in heavens’ dark chest
gives sign of a birth, love’s new spark.

They walk on through sandy shards of this earth,
past broken glass of our days
to find the one whose heralded birth
gives hope that our world is reglazed.

Held in their hands are gifts replete
that tell what the child will become:
Gold for a king, sweet incense for a priest,
for a healer, myrrh that will scent his tomb.

And the lodestar that died
signals the birth of a child
whose death and rebirth
lit a new star on this earth.

Selah.

Each year I watch them travel in a snow globe
that hangs upon my Yuletide fir tree,
a glowing glass sphere where waters flow
’round these Magi walking magically free.

Week by week, winter
clouds shroud the sun, sullen sky —
Church arch, bridge to light

In creeping fog
of wintry night:
My eyes are clogged.
Billows of blight.

Dull cataracts
veil antique lamps,
gun cotton tracks,
pale wreaths of damp.

Yet though here loom
dun brooding hulks
of cold stone gloom
in misty sulk

the lamps shine forth
and shall not fail
’til dark fades north
and pulls the veil.

In the sallow sea of sable ink
that breaks upon my splintered prow,
fire beacon’s beam a-lightly winks
and casts gold light upon my brow.

I see a man walk on the swells
and wave to me through sheets of sleet,
his silver voice a tolling bell
that beckons me to take the leap.

His shining rope crests upon the waves
that rend my vessel in tempest flares:
Across black brine the lifeline sways —
My callused hand will take its dare

to grasp the line that more life gives
and feel its pull to once more live.