Archives for June 2015

Girl it’s the smallest of things that bring me back to yesterday;

It’s not the big memories that make my heart break;

But those things I seemed to forget while you were mine;

They return like a flood within the confides of my lonely mind;

We met girl when we were both looking through childish eyes;

You needed to grow and so did I;

I wish we met today, perhaps we would have made it this time;

I’m a bit wiser, I’m a graduate of this place we call life;

Now perhaps we would fail but I’d sure like to try;

But I know you’ve moved on made a family with a new guy;

It’s hard to admit that you’re still one of the reasons I cry;

Your memory keeps me a hostage in bind;

In clubs spending banks full of cash till late at night;

Brushing five star stunners aside;

I’m sick of pointless one night stands;

When your the owner of this man’s foolish heart, hard to understand;

Even though I don’t understand the reasons why sometimes and it often makes me mad;

When your memory crashes into the sides of my heart like the sea into castles of sand;

I’ve tried to recover from our fall, I’m finally able to stand;

But I’m just a shadow of a man;

Hard to stand and watch another man love what was made just for me;

I put in all the work and he’s got all the benefits of our love story;

Seems so unfair but so goes life I guess so or that’s what I’ve come to see;

I wish for our younger days so what if the world said we ain’t meant to be;

Girl whenever your birthday comes around, I still wish upon a star;

Hoping my wish reaches you wherever you now are;

7.11.84 you stopped loving me a week after you left;

I kept loving you and it still hasn’t come to an end;

I just wish I had one last chance, one more moment in time my friend;

I wish you gave me a reason why we came to a sudden end;

Perhaps I could have changed whatever it was so we could be in love again;

Even though you’re long over me girl, I’m still missing my lover and once best friend.

sat one winters night in June, warming myself up near an old fire place;

I was Meditating on You my Lord and this thought crossed my mind while my heart started to break;

I put myself in Your shoes for a little while and wondered who You turned too when tears fell from Your face;

I thought to myself, I’m sure You think about all those souls that were lost to hells flame;

Without anybody knowing You’d silenty hide Yourself away;

As tears fell from Your beautiful eyes, I wondered to myself to whom did You turn;

You see whenever I’ve cried tears that would slowly burn;

I;ve always had You there to wipe them away and ease my concern;

As I imagined You all alone, while Heaven was filled with joy, happy souls never even knowing that behind Your veil of tangible Glory, You sat crying all alone;

So I lifted up my voice to heaven,  even if I was acting like fool and it wasn’t really that way, Jesus, there’s something I wanted You to know;

My precious Savior, if ever You cry, know I’ll always be there to dry your beautiful eyes;

And If there’s no one that You can call in broken hear-ted times;

You can always call on me, I’ll always be waiting to hold You so tight;

I wonder if anyone thought like I;

That they have someone to turn too when they cry alone at night;

But did it ever once cross anyone of their minds;

That You made us in Your image, so You and I must be alike;

Jesus, please don’t cry alone again;

I’ll be here to help You ease the pain;

If You ever find Yourself within a another cloudy day;

Jesus just know I’ll be ever ready to hold You when tears start to break away;

You don’t need to cry alone anymore;

Like You may have so many times before;

I know in You I have everything, But Jesus You are The King Of All Kings, nobody can be Your Lord;

But I’ll be Your comfort if ever You need, You never have to cry alone again, when Your hearts broken and torn

If I take off my skin an walk around naked in my flesh
Would you still be able to tell that I am black
If I tear down the walls and stand on a mountain
Would you be willing to hear my voice
I have a personality that is within
I am not just the colour of my skin
But it contributes to who I am
My identity
The person within
U see my darkness as a misfortune,
U see it as a curse
I see it as a blessing,
I see it as a strength
This skin an all I have within has given me a voice
I choose to be a survivor not a victim
I am not bound by your unwillingness to recognize colour
Or humanity
I am not your victim, I am not your slave
I am a survivor, I have risen to higher level of self realization an consciousness
I will not be a slave to history
Instead I will embrace it an make sure it never repeats its self
I am more than just my skin.

The image of the painting whispered with ease into my heart,
Sweet words that made no sense into my ears.
I stood motionless, glancing at every facet of what,
Seemed like a painting of love captured by the hands
Of a painter that knew not love.

The love of the painting colored the heart of the painter,
Giving her the wisdom and freedom to love prodigiously,
Filling her soul with astute.

But yet still, the painter knew not love.