Heart song

A dancing, twirling contradiction

Lackadaisically on a mission

Always rushing but on time

If life was a book, her words would always be off the lines. 

Hopelessly scattered, stoically resigned

To the fact that impatience is based on relative time

A practical daydreamer 

A radical proponent for the conventional

Typical in most ways especially the unusual

And her heart is best listened to 

When her words are written
rather than spoken to you. 

Words and Footprints

Words and Footprints are very similar.

So watch what you say.

What kind of imprints are you leaving on other’s minds?

Are you inspiring, or destructive?

Do others look back on conversations with you and smile?

Or are they still trying to forget?

I hope my conversation is preserving, and encouraging,

Even when it has to be firm and strong.

Sometimes your opinion is more right than someone else’s

But at the end of the day, it’s still just an opinion

So it doesn’t matter

Gossip is like walking through somebody’s house when you have muddy shoes on.

You leave stains and dirt everywhere you go.

No matter how much that person tries to clean their floor,

There will always be a remnant of where you stepped.

There may even be a place that they completely miss.

They might not see it, but you know it’s there.

Others that come by may see it too.

So wipe your feet before you go into someone’s home… or life.

Proverbs says A talebearer revealeth secrets: 

but he that is of a faithful spirit concealeth the 

matter.

Which title do we possess?

We can be gentle in the way that we approach others

Even when our paths cross in the most inopportune of ways

There’s no need to stomp all over someone else

Words and footprints are very similar

They leave marks everywhere you go

Misconception or Illusion?

If life is what we make of it
How important is our perception?
Does our vision really shape our reality?
Is our ability to internalize the external surroundings
More important than what is really set before us?
I can tell so much about a person
By what they choose to see in others.
Do they see the flaws and what makes him, human?
Or do they see the soul that merely desires to be uplifted?
I don't think we need to look at the world through rose colored lenses
and gloss over whatever negatives are present
I just feel like we put too much stake in our own masks
While mocking the ones that other's choose to adorn
in hopes of making someone just notice them.
But I feel like we often miss the beauty of the rose
Because our fear won't let us see past the thorn.
When some get caught up in a game of wanting to be loved
They are only scorned.
We don't always treat people as if they were fearfully and wonderfully made
We don't always feel like we were either
And we have to change that.
It's not truth if what they perceive is an illusion anyway
That's like believing in a magic trick-
Or politicians-
 or that certain colors make you look like you lost weight
You're still the same regardless.
A lot of the pain in this world comes from faulty understanding
And lack of critical thinking skills lead to misconceived notions
And those become reality in its own way.
But no matter how dark the dark gets
It can't change the fact
That it has only one, single, solitary  way to react
When faced with the illumination of it's only natural enemy.
See, darkness can only exist where light is not present
And enlightenment itself is a form of luminescence
Given to all so freely in abundance
Turn away from the mockers who drink violence
And subsist off of our emotions
And taste freedom on your tongue
And swallow it down into your throat
Let it permeate into your very nature and fix what once was broken

Mama Said

She said only those with skin like us can understand how to make US better
But I wonder why it is that those with skin like us is what caused us to search 
for salvation to begin with
Don't trust the white man is what we are taught
But if your own folks cause you pain then who is there left to trust?
It's not that we don't think that there's a better way than what we know
 it's just that we don't want others to see our shame. 
Men who shared my heritage and struggle
Were the ones who taught me I was worthless
Women who had the same affectations in their voices and words as I do
Were the ones who always made me feel like an outsider
We do wrong too
It doesn't matter what skin color reveals to our eyes because it will never reveal the truth of ones 
character-what's really inside
Ones actions in the heat of the moment may betray ones true passions
But even those are not indicative of who you are
Passions come and go
Like waters and waves they ebb and flow
Contradict what's in a man's head
Lack of logic leads to our most primal instinct
Passion and skin may as well be disposable as far as worthy judgments go
It's the daily intent
The cultivation of proper intention
And the release of ones understanding and purpose
Developed habits that become a person
My skin will not define me
And neither will my ethnicity
Though I see similarities in the beautiful slope of my, cultural sisters, eyes
She is not automatically one I choose to be aligned with.
The struggle of MY people
refer to those who know that they are in need of Him.
I don't want to be consumed with the passing tides
of society's current offense
Let me be alone to learn what I need to do to please the One who created
Everything that is in existence.
I will hate what He hates
Because His way don't change
Although ethics and morals according to OUR standard may differ
Truth says that He stays the same yesterday, today, and forever
I sometimes wish I could unzip my skin
Let them see what's underneath
Of all of us is not so different
Maybe the sight of our flesh beneath the cutaneous would be less offensive
and divisive
I say that tongue in cheek but whatever
If we were all blind
A kind word would still illuminate
If we were all deaf
A simple hug would speak volumes

Flickered Out

The light of realization

Always flares in spite of resistance

Flicker in and out

But shines in indignation

Men and women lead revolt

Fueled by waves of their emotions

Carrying anger and rage for others

Flailing arms and screaming mouths

Drowning in the ocean

They must needs justification

So they cry for Justice

War paint on faces

Only to be led even further astray

Down the path of their own way

Ignorance is not bliss

As some ignorant would say

It is merely a distraction

From facing and dealing with the pain

We put on masks just like a clown

Set flames to the edges watch the whole place burn down

And all for what?

Fear is a repercussion of 

Having no enlightenment

It comes from choosing to remain 

in a blanket of darkness

Hatred

Anger and

Bitterness

It hates the light

Because the Light displaces darkness

And gives not 

Room for a blanket

Or covering
People become shocked 

at the starkness

Of their own logic

Or lack thereof

It's like they are naked

Vulnerable

and 

Although this vulnerability comes with a price

What one receives is 

So much more valuable

Take my advice

Open your mind

Guard your heart

Our emotions are deceitful it's been that way from the start. 

Stop letting fear determine who you are

You are a Poem to me

It's like my mind is always going

Everything I see I see in Poem

Melodies of words

Cadence from ear to ear

Sometimes getting lost in a dream or reverie

You could say that about 95% of my day

Is devoted to creating

Rhymes and verses about

Washing dishes, how cluttered my purse is

You know just

Everyday things

Because, whatever I do

I can't escape it; words have such power over me

In other words, besides those already spoken

You are in everything I see

In my mind I've never misspoken

But out loud sometimes the message becomes broken

My tears of Joy, sadness or anger sometimes the token

Of having a spirit of overwhelming emotion

Toward someone as magnificent and amazing as You.

When I clean the bathrooms

I do it singing

Praises of wonder while I'm surrounded

By comet, bleach and hot water

Because there's more to everything than meets the eye

Whatever I am on the outside

It only matters what I am within

Does my smile hide my heart's cry?

Or is it a reflection

Of the joy because past hurts and sins

Have been

Washed away and now forgiven?

I want to be realistic and logical

But sometimes reality is better than my dreams though

And I am grateful, so grateful

For You

My Muse

Everything about my character I want lined up with what You do

How you think, what you see

Sometimes I feel I'm on the brink

Of going insane

Until You remind me of who I am again

So, I keep Your Name upon my lips

Your spirit flow will be evidenced

In the way I walk

The way I talk

The way I live

Until this book is fully written.

Peace

Mirror Mirrorr

I reason within reason

My personality goes with the seasons

My light may dim and flicker

But it will never die.

The pictures a distraction

Our reactions just a fraction

Of the truth and heart of the matter

Our obsession with the morbid

Our attraction to our anger

Fans the flames of destruction

Vultures feed upon blood splatters

Rumors of war

Twitterverse explaining

With what little information

it may have pertaining-

To nothing at all, really.

Our voices speak in unison

Put our words into motion

Causing yet more division

Between what's us and them.

But little do we know 

the more we isolate

The house once standing on foundation

Now broken, desolate.

Our self-righteous indignation

is merely a deflection

of the sin that we have present 

within our own existence.

Our hatred a reflection

Of our greatest fears

But I am rested

in blessed assurance

that I am not alone

And I will carry on

When I look upon this mirror

I see my face is gone.

My opinion

Is important to me,

But in the greatest scheme of things

Maybe not as great as He.

I empty myself of all of me

I want to be a reconciled
to the One that created me

A redeemed soul

Nothing less, please

and nothing more.
Sometimes laying our swords
down is the greatest act of strength in war
Sometimes reasoning is better than defeating
Sometimes a kind word turns away wrath
Sometimes it's not too late to turn back
But you only get that one chance.
The tongue of the wise
makes knowledge acceptable
Maybe they didn't receive your Word
Because your methods were contemptible
But what do I know?
I'm just a nobody, like everybody else.