FEATURED POEMS
My Chocolate Palm
God gave me something
and I will hold on to it.
I will hold on to it
like my precious life itself.
I will hold on to it
until my very last breath.
I will hold on to it
in spite of myself-
even if the palm that holds it
is all I have left.
God gave me something that
the devil's been trying to pry away
but I will hold on to it
until my very last day.
I will hold on to it tightly,
yet gently in my hands.
It won't be loosened by any storm
nor stolen by any man.
God gave me a gift,
meant for me and me only.
He has a plan for this child
and I've long ago owned it.
Only He Himself knows
how long my duty will last.
Only He Himself knows
the specifics of my path.
My gift has outlasted my fear.
It surpasses my understanding.
I thank God everyday
that it's been so demanding.
God gave me something
and I will hold on to it
despite what mayhem that comes-
hurricanes, tornadoes, aliens, and floods,
zombies, vampires, a pack of werewolves,
super villains, superheroes, goblins, and trolls.
I will crush every obstacle
on this long and unknown road...
Until Prince returns among purple rains.
Until Ali is in the ring floating again.
Until Michelle Obama loses her grace.
Until I once again, see my brother's face.
The devil will keep pressing me
because I refuse to retract.
He will fail utterly and completely
to deprive me of my grasp.
This gift that God gave me
will be cocooned in the care
of my chocolate brown hands.
It will be there in the end
when the Earth no longer stands.
If the world is blown to pieces,
I still won't relinquish my grip.
If nothing but ashes surround me,
then check my fingertips.
Though an apocalypse may rob me
of my skin, veins, and capillaries,
you can find it among my remains.
The outcome will not vary.
My gift will last pass forever,
overcome eternity's edge.
It will survive each and every one
of the devil's bruising attacks.
God gave me something
and I will hold on to it
until from this human vessel,
my soul has left.
I will do that in this lifetime-
that, if nothing else.
My blessed gift will exist
where it's lived for so long-
nourished with faith, hope, and love
in my grateful, chocolate palm.
and I will hold on to it.
I will hold on to it
like my precious life itself.
I will hold on to it
until my very last breath.
I will hold on to it
in spite of myself-
even if the palm that holds it
is all I have left.
God gave me something that
the devil's been trying to pry away
but I will hold on to it
until my very last day.
I will hold on to it tightly,
yet gently in my hands.
It won't be loosened by any storm
nor stolen by any man.
God gave me a gift,
meant for me and me only.
He has a plan for this child
and I've long ago owned it.
Only He Himself knows
how long my duty will last.
Only He Himself knows
the specifics of my path.
My gift has outlasted my fear.
It surpasses my understanding.
I thank God everyday
that it's been so demanding.
God gave me something
and I will hold on to it
despite what mayhem that comes-
hurricanes, tornadoes, aliens, and floods,
zombies, vampires, a pack of werewolves,
super villains, superheroes, goblins, and trolls.
I will crush every obstacle
on this long and unknown road...
Until Prince returns among purple rains.
Until Ali is in the ring floating again.
Until Michelle Obama loses her grace.
Until I once again, see my brother's face.
The devil will keep pressing me
because I refuse to retract.
He will fail utterly and completely
to deprive me of my grasp.
This gift that God gave me
will be cocooned in the care
of my chocolate brown hands.
It will be there in the end
when the Earth no longer stands.
If the world is blown to pieces,
I still won't relinquish my grip.
If nothing but ashes surround me,
then check my fingertips.
Though an apocalypse may rob me
of my skin, veins, and capillaries,
you can find it among my remains.
The outcome will not vary.
My gift will last pass forever,
overcome eternity's edge.
It will survive each and every one
of the devil's bruising attacks.
God gave me something
and I will hold on to it
until from this human vessel,
my soul has left.
I will do that in this lifetime-
that, if nothing else.
My blessed gift will exist
where it's lived for so long-
nourished with faith, hope, and love
in my grateful, chocolate palm.
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Candidreams
I’m not talking about average dreams made by average beings, made with undeveloped thoughts 'cause so far in their life they haven’t been seeing what God meant them to see. I’m not talking about everyday dreams with everyday ends or everyday means, although they involve everyday people and everyday things. I’m talking about... because I’m experiencing... Dreams so encompassing I can hardly sleep at night and am constantly lost in them in both sun and moon light. Dreams so right here, I can capture their taste. Dreams so beckoning, I can’t turn away. Dreams so absolute, no other options remain. Dreams so powerful, they often lead my way. Dreams so full of flavor, they have their own demands. Dreams so purely joyful, they couldn’t have come from man. Dreams nurtured way down deep in my ambitious heart. Dreams so spirit filled, they never seem to run out. Dreams so soul changing, dreams so specifically planted God never would have put them there without a path to catch them. "Candidreams" is an excerpt from Role Reversal: Turn Pain Into Power. |
The Nothingness
Giving up is incompatible with my faith. I’d easily reject the notion of its existence except I see folks doing so all around me seems all the time. I become confused. Giving up is so beneath my realm of thinking, I had to look up the words to even write this piece. When I did so, my stomach became full of disgust. I imagined burning my dictionary except that I need and love it so. Giving up is poles apart from anywhere I fancy myself. It is absurd to a spiritually ambitious child of God who knows that He has plans for her, those plans were laid out and perfected even before the earth was warm. All I have to do is show up and obey. Allowing the option of giving up creates discord in my universe. It has no place. It is a spot of nothingness surrounded by an abundance of blessings the Lord is waiting to bestow upon me. That spot must be obliterated. Giving up doesn’t apply to situations that are unnatural or wrong in the first place. It does not apply to those things that are against God’s will, those very things that our endurance and abilities are meant to change. It is not the same as rearranging, resting, reevaluating, reconstructing or reconstituting. It is unlike formulating a new route when the path is blocked. It is unlike designing a new key when there is no other door to that particular goal. It is not abandoning a mission that would otherwise lead you from God’s designs. Giving up? It is bullshit and is different from anything I ever want to know. "The Nothingness" is an excerpt from Role Reversal: Turn Pain Into Power. |
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