“Yours”
At first sight, I did not know what to think. Never thought that I would be on the brink of,
fallin’ in love. I just want your arms around me. My arms around you. Tell me, can your
love be true. I will treat you the way a man is supposed to. Do I, qualify? To be
yours? I adore your every little movement. Your eyes, that cute laugh, and your
beautiful smile. Baby, just stay with me for a little while. I never would bring you
down. My aim is to lift you up. I never want to see you frown. Even when times
get tough. I want to be yours as well as you be mine. I want to be the one to
wipe your tears away if you start cryin.
Tis is my truest thoughts when you get hung in my mind.
This is your poem. In due time, I will find if it’s you I will
be holdin’. When I look in your eyes, it reminds me of better times, sweeter moments.
I honestly believe that you are heaven-sent. I know I would find pleasure in just pleasin’ you.
I somehow found a diamond in the rough, and that treasure is you!
Pain VS. Pain
Pain my friend, pain my enemy. Pain has made be blind, sometimes it has helped me see. I have come to terms that pain is a lesson I will never learn. Pain has made me strong, caused me to be weak. Pain has picked me up and knocked me off my feet. Pain is suffered long. Every soul has had a share. Pain has it’s own song and reassures that I actually care. Feeling pain is better than no feelings at all. Pain has made me cry, made me stand tall. Strength is small if you crumble in adversity. I have felt it hurting me, cursing me, and has brought out the worst of me. Pain breeds integrity. Pain has brought out the man in me. I have to be thankful for the knowledge, the blessings.That are brought forth, with pain’s testing. Building patience. Helps with proper preparation. Pain can draw one closer. Pain can cause separation. Brings change. Pain only carries you north or south. Instead of pain knocking you down, embrace that pain. It will make stout.
Prayer 4 Peace-
I am in this evil world. Wrapped, trapped up in sin. I try to forsake, but yet it always happens again. Trying to be strong. Be a man. My fate lies in the palms of my empty hands. Making what I can make of whatever gets thrown my direction. It’s hard when life shows no affection. My burdens are weighing down my existence. Certain that I must put up a struggle, some resistance. Keep fighting the good fight. Must walk the line that’s tight. I’m looking everywhere for the pieces to the puzzle. I’m reaching down the creases and kicking thru the rubble. I stay troubled. It seeks me out. At times I’m befuddled, my mind full of doubt. My head is in a fog, a thick haze. It’s hard trying to simply stay alive in what I label as these crazy days. Dear LORD grant me strength, bestow some might. I feel my eyes closing, slowly losing my sight. Hanging on by a thread to what I know is right. LORD let the light shine down on me. Life is full of surprises. Some sour, few that turn out sweet, but if not for the sour, a treat would not be sweet. Forever waiting on Judgement Day. Ready to comb the streets of gold. Overdue for a place where no lies are told. No merchandise bartered or sold. No stress over currency. That will be the day when I would be truly happy. I feel peace just within my grasp. My heart has turned cold. I have built up so much wrath. Felt alot of pain. Still though, when I see a smile it trickles on my soul like rain. My lessons I need to utilize. Many blessings I take for granted. Time to make a change and realize. I’ve came a long way but have even further to go. I will never know when it’s the end of the road. LORD I come with a prayer. A prayer for peace. Take all the pain away, make it cease. Rebuild me, I have sprung a leak. My ship is sinking. The devil has creeped in. Don’t let him win, Father. Help me with decisions that will make this life easier. Help me with my self-control during my time of leisure. I’m coming to YOU, LORD, my Teacher!
“Tick-Tock”
At first sight, what do you see when you look at a clock? I see a measurement of time that goes tick then tock. Never stops.
Time waits on no one.Not a soul, woman or man.
No one can withstand father time. It will break the best ones down.
Without reason, without a rhyme.
Time is an illusion? Or is it?
I can’t see it but still I feel it.
That is the way God made it, so that is the way we have to play it.
Time has no lawyer, no persons for it’s advocation.
Time has power, time can heal. Over time it can make the most honest men steal. Time places out meals.
Even the very thing that tells what time it is, will get wore down. Time is so real.
As time flies by in my mind, I can recollect on some times that were sweet. Some that were sour. I can hear that TICK that TOCK get louder and louder. It can take concrete and turn it into powder and dust.
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