I Speak

When I speak my words speak to me.
They become alive on the inside of me.
They are more than words I wrote;
They are the silent thoughts from my soul.
No one can erase the words I express strongly,
Emotional,
Deep,
My words hear me speak.
Alive all on their own,
They even become melodious like a love song
My words are my power filled with a message
To target those who need a weapon
A weapon to shoot with truth
Words can grow or hinder you
My words are my refuge in the wind
Speaking life over and over again
So when I speak hear me clearly
Because when I speak my words speak back to me.

Writer For Hire

Show some love for a poet whether you think so or not writing is another form of art.
We express and give out words of encouragement
And stuff to make you think.
Just because we are not getting paid what we deserve;
Show us the respect that our art is intellect.
Not deciphering the truth but making it plain as day.
So why do we get passed up by society?
Do not think poetry is all we do from songs to plays to articles.
Our soul is full of writing material.
So give us a chance to display our art,
Do not be scared to take a risk because our writing is remedy.
But so many of us starve because no one wants to take the time to take our art seriously.
Writing is our passion but a passion can not continue to go on if we do not get the credit for what we are worth.
We just want a chance to make some ends for what we truly love in the end.

Breakage

If I could leave behind my past I would be so quick to pack my bags and walk away,
Not leaving the residue for anything to be left behind so the enemy can find pieces of memories to invade my mental privacy.
I would be swift to not look back in fear of turning into the pillar of salt because my past has molded me but things in my past stay behind me because I am free.
Re-run episodes of the show I call my life rewind and fast forward so the enemy can torment me but I made it up in my mind today my past is history.
I do not have to try to figure out what it could have been I divorced the thoughts of what should have been and realized my mind will stay free breaking the thoughts and strongholds of the enemy.
I am not the person I use to be my name has changed and
I have rose above the choas and confusion.
I decided to leave the incriminating facts behind me so no one can bring it up again
I am not a product of the past but the past has been a product of who I am today.
Breaking away from the shame and entering into new avenues of what the Lord has obtained.

The Yes and No Factor

All you got to do is say yes,
I want to say yes but there is a factor that tells me to say no again to you.
I remember the pain and I do not think I want to go down that road again with you.
My friends said I would be a fool to let you back into my heart.
And I struggle with this concept of forming my lips to say No to you too.
All you got to do is say yes,
The temptation to say yes has messed me up so much I cannot eat or sleep
And I think of you, only you can make me smile and get a little wild and free
The love we had came so easily and I deal with images of happy times but in the illusion I created in my mind I forgot about the magic which disappeared when you walked away from me.
Then I was left empty with no gas to fill up my love tank.
You never said it was over but your actions showed me different.
So I deal with this factor of wanting to say yes but no is the factor.
All you got to do is say yes,
Yes all I have to is say yes,
But No
No I will not let you back in to break my heart.
No I will not let you still my joy.
And no I will not be a fool again.
So see the factor of NO wins again.

Replenish Me

When the tide of the water enters into my lungs almost suffocating my breathing
Lord I ask you to replenish me.
When every sea creature becomes a crab and try to hold me down under water where my dreams are left endowed
Lord, replenish me.
When clouds scatter around me and I do not see the sunlight
Lord, replenish me.
When things look like a masquerade of faces I never seen before Lord replenish me.
When time goes fast and there is mothing else to last around me
This is when I give up my will and give you control over my life because
Only you can fill me up and replenish my land to harvest again.

Crooked Eyes

You look at me and do not understand what you see
Your eyes seem blind when you look at me
I do not show you the real me because I am hiding inside
Waiting for the man to unlock the mystery in me and you still try to find out what I am about
I stand naked before you with every transparency because I realize you need to see me
For who I really am without no hesitation I adjust your sight to give you a better view
Of me
I can no longer hide behind your crooked eyes
I want you to get the perfect view of me
I want you to unlock every door on the inside of my heart and soul
So I give you the this one chance to see my nakedness so clear
No more hiding, your eyes are in right alignment to be exposed to my spirit
And I do not want your eyes to be crooked anymore.
Unlock my heart and lets see what God has in store.

Welcome

How can I welcome you ?
I can welcome you with open arms or walk away.
I choose to welcome you with a smile and a nice cold drink
Thoughts from my pen as I make you think
Rhyming and regulating the flow of my words to annotate the meaning of what
I am trying to say to you but simple words will not do at all
So I welcome you with open arms, a open mind and open heart
A writer's soul is unique and set apart.
So I welcome you to come into this block that has been locked away for years
I will uncover my deepest thoughts to you as I write to be set free
Welcome to my writer's block filled with unsolicited thoughts.