Dove

The ascension to the truth is never above anyone
Sun sparkling off the water,
reflecting the light
Showering the love of the world

It is now that being here is demanding the attention of whom we are needed to become
needed to be done
for this to be won
so we can please...1?????????

The lonely dove sent to carry the message gazes down upon the flock
Taking heed to make sure the shepherd is protecting

trying to ensure that there is protection of the worlds hanging still in the air
Real in the air

Measuring the love in the chill of the air
The thrill in the air
Waiting for the message to be seen by those below

Message

The doorway

These times hold signs
I can no longer afford to ignore

He's been standing, waiting at that door....
feeling my hunger, wanting to give me more
Hoping what he has in store won't push me over the threshold

How can who I was, am and still have not become equated to his own soul
Self-doubt
of the habitually conditioned
I been told my future, why is this different?

Yet his hold won't relinquish
The voice in my head telling me

I NEED JESUS

I need to see this....
through
I coudl be through....
but all i can do is stand in the doorway fearing that he knows EVERYTHING.....

I do, did and have done
so i may sometimes lose but he is telling me the devil has not won
screaming in my head, I am not done
screaming in my head
I am his son

I gave up everything for you

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil"

Now come child, take those last steps and I will welcome you with open arms......

For ever, ever?

It's evergreen
These ever greens, trees built through course roots
Hiding the turmoil within the color of the leaves
Blocking the eyes that seem to forever teem

Tears waiting in the corners
trying not to be seen

They told me it was a sign of weakness.....
A sign of needing, I was taught to revoke such meaning
from emotions thats feeding
My head and my heart
I still lay in the dark
regressing from the light

In order for me to get right in this life
Recognize that without judgement he gave his life!!!
For me to choose, for me to abuse, the sins that repent
leading me to begin again

leading me to him again

He is relentless in his love
I am relentless in this self hate,
so i escape medicating
this faith exist because I cant look at him in the eyes and reveal my wrongs...to him or myself

He Beckons......

He beckons
Yet my fear keeps me at bay
The past truths
of my past youth
hauntingly turning me away

The fear grows
Shuttling me further from the truth
There is glory in being humble too

Humble who
How can I seek his glory when I reek of that cloying fruit?

SIN

Condemnation, repenting for my mind to continue playing the things that I've done, will do or lack thereof

A child of Abba because I'm so scared to call him father because of what mine has done

How can I be his daughter with what I have done?
How I have shunned?

No matter how far I have come...
I still sit at the starting line....waiting

Young lives

This young life is here to save these young lives
The battle raging within ends when I can talk to these youth within these young lives

Round about the cycle grows
His glory shown because he is in the know

These young lives
These young lives
Elohim put me here to reposition these young lives
To cause an effect in these young lives
To give meaning to these young lives
and
I thrive and an renewed in these breaching acrobatics
I can't lose the traction or feel im overreacting to save these young lives

So I keep renewing the bitter hurt of time long past so that he can continue to lead me
I am his receiver

Pick up the phone!

Who's calling?

Jesus
........so you can continue to speak for these YOUNG LIVES.

The beach of solitude

The waves softly hit the hull as the sun rest glistening off the mast

A quiet exist here

It’s measured as if intent to allow your focus to drift

Taking in the freshness of the air

The white sand facing the water that calmly laps at the beach as if daring to come forth with the tide

I too own this quiet within my soul and only those who have been shipwrecked can hear it

Allowing the things many don’t appreciate that surround us and are always around us to be seen

It’s more of an essence within a spirit

A hidden gem trapped in coal

A frozen heart

Waiting on ice to melt

So I continue to listen intently

Eyes hidden behind shades so you can’t see the windows to an abyss wrapped in experience

Trapped in experience

Reacting off of experience

The waves continue to lap and I exhale

Bought with the blood of our ancestors

The sun rises and all I can see is this land stained with the blood of our truth

The blood of our youth...
The struggle of our crew
the tears of them too

Kidnapped from a life known, mind hijacked from your own dome....

So different but not presenting anything but the same difference

Stuggling to survive in a 9 by 5 slot on an torturous ocean journey
Too many coming through the ER dead on gurneys

We did not do this to ourself yet we do this to ourselves

Bleeding fingertips staining the white of the cottons bush....work fassa for massa

Waiting on lines encouraging lives of 200 bucks of jordans.....
Buy fassa for massa

The hanging life of Emmit Till
This rapping life got mad appeal
This is life but....
I can't even broker a deal
The media is life.... its not soul for real
Rosa aint get up so we can sit in the back still

Mentality grew to fail because so many fail to grow

Opression still exist it just doesn't sit on your back as blatant as it was being carried through the dust storms of the farm up to the house....

where you had to know you were a nigga and negate the state of thinking on your own.

We still negate the state of thinking on your own
We need to dress and act like this because...i was told we need this all

Idiots want to embody the common core of trapped life yall
They trapped like dogs
React like dogs
Take aggressive stance so that it seems okay to cage men and women....

Just like dogs......

They seperated the segregated telling me when to eat, sleep, relate or release

God grant me some peace
But everyone wants there piece of the American dream

To be on America's team
Even while being beaten and raped to build America's dream
Firehosed to believe in America's dream

This fountain is not just for coloreds only
This is a worldly journey

When will the world begin to continue this journey

The struggle of our ancestors depend on this journey

and we owe them