Judah rise and shine and give the world a big piece of your mind . And then watch civilization fall by design . Keep our Father promises and laws inside . Don’t be afraid or surprised , for the flesh and the material will meet it’s demise .The understanding of mankind sits in a tomb of lost time . We been made fit to make a steep climb . We paid the cost of a victimless crime . We got caught when we couldn’t cover our behind . We turned down our pace and we turn down our faith . And we turned down our faith . We’re alright you might say ,because you’re being brave . But do you really know for sure that you are saved . Just look at the mysterious ways you behave . And now tell me alright we are all saved . They gave us a month of February for the right to go to the grave . When the world is our sancturary but yet they keep us as slaves . We turned down our faith , and we all turned down our faith by turning into the things we hate most . I guess this is why we love dreams and hate ghosts . That is why we keep close to nightmares , for our memories share’s the same dose . And we turned down our faith . And we all turned down our place . History became the centuries that we don’t teach anymore . How what where when and who then had us in slavery before ? Now that the Children of Israel are still there and are rotten to the core . Am I still 3/5th of a man or no more . Now that I am fully grown I have a civil right to be poor and the spiritual might to endure . The Most High covenant covers my body to secure the faith and to insure my fate . We turned down our faith . When others that came here before, never knew we would occupy the same space and more . They opened the door and we stepped out onto the floor . And we turned down our faith and we all turned down our grace and our case to be in this place . We are always leading last in the race . I asked myself what is the purpose of my pace ? To pick up loose change or to build up energy for a good chase . I bet you that my faith will catch up with me in the right time and at the right place . I made up my mind to arm myself with my faith . For I am the alarm to my people to take back their faith and to hold fast on the track where we was not given space . We all turned around into our race, because we all saw the same scars on our face from before . Just in case I forgot that I was finacially poor . But my faith was rich and kept me hoping for more . And I stopped turning down my crown to being blessed to be around . And the chase that went from town to town . Now is a full circle that I can trace back to my legacy that was lost and I found .
Posted in Art, Critical Thinking, Faith, Houston, Influence, Inspirational, Life, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized, Words
Tagged Art, circle, Faith, History, Houston, Poem, Poet, poetry, space, Story
Were I to leave wouldn’t I take you . Were you to leave wouldn’t you take me ? Were I to believe that I would wait for you and were you to believe that you will wait for me ? Forgive me for if I do leave your sight . I will carry from you my wrongs that you have made right . I hope you’re alright , and I hope you’ll eventually see my light . Away from yours that shines so bright . Wherever I may go, I will have to fight my feelings to stay , and me feeling this way . Today I will get better with what I know . And tomorrow will be greater than before . For I will have more of it to show . Wherever I may go I’ll be sure to take things slow . For I once lost my purpose to what I kept seeing on the surface . And now I’m left with a act that is fit for the circus . How did I attract you to me with no tricks or a potion . Could it had been just the hitching and switching of our emotions . Wherever I may go I will take this devotion .
Posted in Art, Houston, Influence, Inspirational, Life, Love, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Words
Tagged Art, Houston, Inspirational, Light, Love, poetry, Soul
The last was first , the first was last all coming from the future that already passed . The past is required for those that want to skip class and move fast as if you’re cast as a extra in Hollywood films . Looking for a part that put you off in the dark , fulfilling space as a art . A lost star out in matter off the charts and has so much heart but is often filling and feeling tragic parts acting as their own evil counterpart . Life imitates art and art demonstrate life . We all carry twice the battle of how we travel on in this world . Life is too short to settle at less and to expect more when we are done and at rest. So I embrace my stress and express the weight of what been planted in my chest . I wrote and posted poetry to show that I am the best and to love that was too long and too early and it gave me a test . A test of will and skill and a hope of a back room deal . I hope it would eventually become real but it was just the way that I only could feel . To my thoughts and my Falt our fate was already sealed before our hearts ever got healed . The red and the blue pill made our love tragically ill. I then wrote posts and poems on trying to appeal to the masses of people that been hooked on the same pills that got them into a routine or a drill . The only thing we have in common is the way we often heal . The greater city of Houston is where I live . The story of my hopes and different strokes to try to stay real . True to myself and to destiny being fulfilled . Everything is literally s l o w e d d o w n and chilled . Houston is a problem for those that aren’t mindful of how other people feel . Poetry week discontinued but always remembered . Just think about the opposite gender and how sexuality is the defender of what we all remember and how the complexity of the heart will always stay tender . I rest and surrender my art to remember , poetry is the new necessary to our real accessories .
Posted in Art, Critical Thinking, Houston, Influence, Inspirational, Life, Love, Note, Patrick, Poem, Poem Poet, Prince, Thanks, Uncategorized, Week, Words
Tagged Art, Houston, Life, Poem, Poet, poetry, week
I will rise with the sun and be one with the wind and run away from my sin with the spirit that is left with in me . I will not envy what have left me so empty . Why would I have sympathy when I am still in captivity . My free hope is at liberty and my free speech is negativity on most of humanity . My intellect is full of beauty and vanity that rocks most men and women sanity that push them to use profanity . To confuse my brother’s and sister’s with so many fantasies . And philosophies that undermine prophecies that is apart of our history and of our mystery . When and where we came from to be master’s of our destiny . The wicked have given to us a challenge for our Faith and our space to judge us . They drugged us and drug us and accused us after using us . And abused us with our own trust . There is our past that we dare not discuss . Maybe because it came too fast for us to adjust and our will was swallowed up by our lust . And all we was left with was dust and the heavy odor of rust . In who will we trust to raise our promise and power up . The Heavenly father is all we need to stay in touch . The Son of Man will then keep us in his clutch . So we will be behold and untouched . And many nations will love a few so much for the Most High has indeed a chosen bunch . Through many routines and dreams have we all seen our past sins being cleaned and us as a whole being redeemed . Who told you ? You wasn’t a priest , king , or a queen . This is our natural essence and not just a title or a theme . It’s a divine self esteem that we must learn how to sing and how to beam our hope and faith into being seen and more than what it seems . Sing a poem of hope to bless us to get along . And sing a poem of our Faith that teach us that we are where we belong . Then sing these poems with strength and might that we will reach over the darkness that is cast upon us . Sing a poem of our faith to let the spirit dwell among us , in a space and at a pace that we can hear it warn us .
Posted in Art, Critical Thinking, Faith, Houston, Influence, Inspirational, Life, Peom, Poem Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Art, Captivity, Faith, History, Houston, Israelites, Poem, poetry, Sing
I am a man with no plan and no identity of the land that I live in and that I see . I am the last stand of my father’s seed . And I am a stream from a vast sea . But nobody will notice me because the ocean is so deep and society stalk’s many lost sheep. So I retreat while the world repeat . I have my soul to keep . A role to complete and I have the unknown to reach . I have that and a narrow road to seek . Under pressure I will compete and I will not sleep . Under pressure I will be weak but I won’t be beat . I will be unique while under pressure . I will never cheat , I won’t hold my peace . I won’t fold into one piece . Under pressure I will be a well known treasure that will increase . This is my hope , this is my poem and this is where I belong , under pressure.
Posted in Art, Critical Thinking, Houston, Inspirational, Poem Poet, Poetry, Week
Tagged Art, Happy, Houston, Identity, Ocean, Poem, poetry, Pressure, Under, week
I am not the only one that want to have some fun . And I am not the lonely one that wants to take off and run . I am about where I’ve been and what I have done . In the city of Houston writing my poems and fighting what is wrong with being alone . It seems as if I have a essence of a loud strong cologne . I often escape at home . I lose myself within my thoughts of vastness . It fills me up with gladness that my mind can just imagine . When and where and what had happened. A concept of life or hope or both . A contrast or a bypass of knowing what isn’t seen yet but is a thought process of many things I bet . So it may seem as a regret but it can be a destiny I haven’t met . But I often have to check if I am thinking correct . So what is next . A pre future or present that I will use to connect to all anything that I should already expect . My poems are a showcase of discipline and respect .
Posted in Art, Critical Thinking, Houston, Inspirational, Poem Poet, Poetry
Tagged Art, Contrast, Happy, Houston, Poem, poetry, week
We don’t want sympathy we want our history . . Nobody knows you , when you’re in a hole . Nobody knows you when you have to be bold . So let my story be told , as if I was very old . No one was there to hold me , when I was sold . No one was there to clothes me , when I was cold . No one saw me when I was naked on the road . I was beautiful then and now as it been showed . Nobody knows you , when you in a hole . Friends may be there but that’s not their role . I carry myself not apart from the old . But with everything I have been taught now I am a whole . Life lessons learned when I saw myself being burn , life lessons learned when I saw myself being hung . I thought to myself and said what is wrong with my tongue . For I held my peace and let others will be done . Nobody knows you , when you in this hole . I told my life story as it unfold . I am a man from glory with a native soul ! I carry what is left of my father’s toll . I guess my people saved the best for last to show me how they was controlled. I see why my history can never be told . Because I will stop being a mystery , and I’ll stop falling into holes that I’ve already knew . This is my history . This is my destiny of what has been passed and asked of me . happy poetry week y’all..
Posted in Art, Critical Thinking, Houston, Inspirational, Life, Note, Poem Poet, Prince, Week
Tagged Art, Bold, Happy, Houston, Life, Nobody, Poem, Poet, poetry, Slavery, Soul, week