Posted in Poetry, Recovery, Spirituality, Writing

IN DECEMBER

In December
The Word of God manifest
Let this child be born
Let this child be blessed

Twenty-one days in
Mark of the winter solstice
Down in Carolina
Became the last of mom and dad focus

I climbed out the womb
Couldn't wait to get into this world
Impatient from the start
Created two boys, one girl

The last of the offspring
Starting a new generation
Contemplation, hesitation
All aboard the ship of relation

The final of the grands
That my grandfather ever saw
Four days before Christmas
So perfected, never saw my flaws

Now I'm here on earth
One day before Capricorn
Call it Caprittarius
Thirteen days after the day my mother was born

It's so cliche
How they say we're here for a reason
I wonder why I was born after Fall
A brand new season

God put me here to prophesy
Never forget, always remember
Eleven other months in the year
But there's something about December.
🤔


Posted in Poetry, Recovery, Spirituality, Writing

RESTORE ME TO SANITY

Dear Heavenly Father,

I come to You and I pray
That everyday, all day
You give me strength
No man can take away

And so, I'll live this life for You
I'll even die for You
But you died for me
So that I won't have to

Pumping poison in my veins
Definition of insane
Mom and dad stressed out
What's going through my brain

Somebody slap me
That's not the way I was raised
But you prayed, and I prayed
And we prayed, then we praised

And the chains began to break
And then God released His grace
And I went from overcoming
To this home called Faith

I gotta thank my daddy
For staying up in my face
Slowed down after 12 steps
He told me "Pick up the pace"

I made the discovery
God is my recovery
I'll depend on Him
I can feel His spirit hovering

A good work has begun
In the name of God the Son
And when this life is finished
I want to hear "Well done"

My brothers hold no remorse
Get to the Source
Make amends
And when this journey is finished
Remember...
It don't begin till it end
Seen it again and again and again and again
I decrease so You can increase
And let the church say
AMEN
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METAMORPHOSIS

I see the love, I feel the love
A tear fell from your eye
Because when you saw me again
All you could do is cry

I'm not the same person
The old me had to die
I won't question your absence
When I was slowly committing suicide

You didn't know what was going on inside
You did the best you could when you tried
I walked that boulevard alone
But in the end I found God

How do I characterize 
This new being, metamorphosized
A story so profound
It could never be plagiarized

I didn't know to find myself
I would have to be ostracized 

Like the butterfly
Transformed from the worm on the ground
Having to crawl through the dirt
So new life can be found

It's all for His glory
Look at the new creation
Only He could do this work
Purified through lamentation

Now I can't resent
To the world I present
The child of the King
The throne of a prince.




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SOUL SOLD

I'm tired of having nothing
When I know that I am something
Can't depend on myself
So now it's God I'm trusting

I'm tired of straddling the fence
Always on the defense
Insult my intelligence 
That I don't have common sense

Not to get with that trick
Not to get that syringe 
Not to walk on the edge
Not to go on a binge

But what can it be?
Oh! It's called INSANITY
I love the genius is possess
But I'm not a fan of me

Jesus paid the price
For my life, for my strife
Blessings right before me
But I continue to gripe

Now I listen to the lessons
Of my own gripe sessions
Discover what I'm missing
Try to stop blocking blessings

Give me a pencil, I'm testing
Multiple choice is my preference 
Don't know the answer to the question
So I guess I'll be guessing

No more gambling or betting
No more smoked out sessions
Main Entrance To Hell
LORD, I don't want those directions

Please don't take it away
I need it, I'm needy
Let me be humble about it
I tend to get greedy

It's ministry, the chemistry 
God, between You and me
Imagine me, the imagery
But it's no good if I'm not serving

It's all about You
The Cornerstone of Life
Head of the Household
Before any husband or wife

The words you give me
Let me be your vessel of penmanship 
The scribe of these ages
Show the world the human kinship 

I can't do it without you
You're my ever present help
I look to the hills
Your beauty takes away every breath

Fear of pride from inside
But with You all is well
When the world bids for this gift
SOUL NOT FOR SELL
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STARS

As the darkness pervades
There's the glimmering light of hope
Lord bless this wicked man
As he ties my neck with this rope

It kind of hurts
When I do better and it gets worse
I have to continue to trap my thoughts
The wicked thought is the first

Smite this man with a curse
Good petitions rehearsed
I'm far from perfect
Third chapter Peter 9 is the verse

No repaying evil for evil
Two wrongs don't make a right
I must be the sun in the day
I must be the stars in the night

So in essence, command the presence
To give light to life's lessons
Forgive me, my trespasses
Trying to move forward, no more regressing

When you struggle and strive
Don't let the fruit commence to pride
Remember the tears you cried
You know how others feel inside

Nowhere to turn
Nowhere to hide
You didn't try hard enough
But you tried

All good things must come to an end
Except that place they call heaven
The realm where stars exist
Beams of light in the darkness

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NEVER AGAIN

Never again will this moment in time exist
One second passed
It's the past
Try not to miss

From the time that we are born
We begin to die
Make the best out of it
Don't waste your life

Cherish every moment
Learn to laugh and love
This mortal body evanescent 
Start looking above

No time to regret
There's a method to the madness
Give your life to Jesus
That defines gladness

No worries, no troubles
No more distress
Ask me how I'm doing
I'll tell you "I'm very blessed"

But your life's in ruins
Oh, it's just a test
I'll make it through it
Watch God at His best

When it looks like you blew it
When it looks like you're done
That's the moment you look up
And call on God the Son

Receive His mercy and grace
Watch life start to begin
This too shall pass
Come to past, never again.

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I AIN’T TRYNA BE

I ain't tryna be high on dope
I ain't tryna be resting in peace
I ain't tryna be tribulation 
The mark of the beast

I ain't tryna be a hypocrite
I ain't tryna be self righteous 
I ain't tryna be in between
Either you hit or you miss

I ain't tryna be lukewarm
I ain't tryna be built on sand
I ain't tryna be choked by thorns
All the saints take a stand

I ain't tryna be off my focus
I ain't tryna be who I was
I ain't tryna be holding resentments
Swept under the rug

I ain't tryna be iniquity
I ain't tryna be soaked in sin
I ain't tryna be a fool to the Word
I'm tryna get to heaven

I'm tryna see the streets of gold
I'm tryna see Jesus's face
I'm tryna be sanctified 
I'm tryna be all in His grace

I'm tryna be prophecy
I'm tryna be the prodigal son
I'm tryna be victory
Through Him I've already won.
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I COULD’VE BEEN

I could've been in the grave
I could've been down in hell
D.E.A. like roaches RAID
I could've been in jail

I could've been trafficking coke
I could've been distributing dope
I could've been on the corner
But Mercy said NO

I could've been shot in the head
I could've been left for dead
I could've been organized crime
About to do ten in the fed

I could've been doing about 90
Cruising down the street
I could've been DUI
Wrapped around a tree

I could've been a doctor or lawyer
If I applied myself
They call me hopeless now
Broken dreams on the shelf

I could've been a bird or a dog
I could've been orange or green
See, what I could've been
It don't mean nothing to me

I AM a child of God
I AM an heir to the throne
I AM saved by grace
Watch His mercies unfold

I AM the eagle that soars
I AM the lion hearted lamb
I AM forever grateful
Jesus is the great I AM
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DEMONIC

Look to the light
Keep serving good deeds
Do all that you can
That's pretty much all that you need

Listen to the beauty
Let the symphony roar
Be good to your fellow man
Give what you can to the poor

Just be a good person
Go after the desires of your heart
Be that angel of light
Even though you're lost in the dark

You can try to do good
Give all that you want
The question is
Do you believe Yeshua is God the Son?

That's really all that matters
You have to believe in your heart
He was raised from the dead
That's why our sins pardoned

There's no amount of work you can do
To get into heaven
There's only one way to the gates
Many called, few chosen

No hinduism or buddhism 
The sun god they call Ra
Not a wiccan serving nature
No constellation of stars

False doctrines of ways to get to God
It's quite ironic
They come as angels of light
But they're all demonic.


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SURF

Life is broken, words unspoken
Got me feeling like the ocean

Sand on my feet, I must retreat
Before the sea swallows me

The night tide, like my pride
The darkness of the tears I cried

Look at the water
Don't want to see the reflection
The clouds and wind coming in
God be my protection

It's the storms, that are my norm
Far from safe, sunny, warm
Keep me away from this harm
I'm so afraid of false alarms

Every grain of sand
I feel it cut deep within
The monsters in the water
But I gotta face my fears again

I'm ready for this hurricane
Because I walk on water
Weapons formed don't prosper
Ain't got the time for slaughters

I left the right for wrong
So maybe now I'm correct
Not doing this journey alone
Keep my oceans in check

I'll handle it like a soldier
Playing on life's turf
So when the waves start to rage
I'll get my surfboard and surf.
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JARS OF CLAY

I believed and so I spoke
It's the spirit of faith
If the Son of Man defeated death
It's meant for us to be raised

We'll never be in despair
Even when we're quite perplexed
Let the life of Him manifest
In the death of our flesh

It's all for His glory
Power belongs to the Almighty
For the sake of you and me
Extended grace increased Thanksgiving

Keep fighting the fight
Keep running the race
The inner being renewed
Continued day after day

I look for the things
That I see in the unseen
This very presence evanescent 
Focus on eternity

Death is ever present at work
My life is in You
Afflicted but never crushed
Bring this life to a new

Persecuted by many
Many lives are taken
Jesus, my righteousness
So I'll never be forsaken

Take heed to what is said
He's the truth, He's the way
Put all trust in Him
The treasure in these jars of clay.
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DEAD CHURCH

They walk in with the grim face
What is this place
True religion, he is risen
Now we're saved by grace

What are you going to say
When the man who's gay
Sit beside you in the pew
To kneel down and pray

Let me take you back to the past
Remember being an outcast?
Before you was treasure
Remember when you was trash?

Here come the lady with a kid
Where's his dad?
She doesn't know who he is
You talk behind her back

We're all the same, who's to blame?
We need each other in Jesus name
We all have tongues we cannot tame
We are the chosen, heal the lame

Now let's get it together
Let's put a stitch on the hurt
Glorious is what He wants
Not a dead church

Come alive again
Look to the hills of the Earth
He's the God of the living
Stop being a dead church
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SMOKE SCREENS

The message is in the picture
But you can't see the deeper meaning
You only focus on the surface
You only see the smoke screening

Treasures hidden in books 
The common fool will never find
He's more concerned with looks
It's matter over mind

So let me take him on a journey
Let me give him a mindset
I know it's so sinister
But he'll never understand it

I'll lead him off of his course
All I need is something pretty
So appeasing to his eyes
I'll make big issues seem petty

Now I have him trapped
But let me make it cozy for a while
I'll invite seduction in
Make gnashing teeth seem like smiles

He doesn't realize what he's gotten into
How can he be so blind
So fascinated with the lifestyle
Now it's time to attack his mind

I'll invite in oppression 
I'll consult with depression
I'll lead him into witchcraft
By way of pharmaceutical transgressions

Oh no, here comes those 12 Steps
An expose' of his insanity
Recovery kicked out pride
But his favorite sin is VANITY

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THEY SAY

I never do what they do
Who cares what they say
It's your experience to go through
It's black or white, never grey

The grey area leaves you confused
Taking unsolicited advice
You can't decide what to choose
But you end up paying the price

Everyone must pay the piper
Whether a good or bad choice
They molest your ears
So you can't hear the inside voice

The voice that comes with the silence
To let you know that all is well
Your ears suffer the violence
From the screams of hell

Audio visual sound
Coming from people all around
Where are you God? I can't hear you.
How did I get lost when I'm found?

The mind is so blind
Lord, give me a sign
When it rains it pours a rainbow
From the sunshine

You went back to your own will
Listening to them still
No one knows His will for you
You can't control how they feel

It's not your duty to appease
Everyone's emotions, Just For Today
God has a purpose proposed
And it doesn't matter what they say.



Posted in Poetry, Recovery, Spirituality, Writing

IDOLS

All the lights flashing
They even call them stars
Like they fell from heaven
Their human nature disregard

The trend is set
15 minutes is all it took
Got your eyes mesmerized 
All you can do is look

You have to know who they are
They seem larger than life
You want to be like them now
You want to like what they like

If you could just touch them
If you could just hold their hand
Forgot that you serve God
Because you're serving Man

You ate spiritual food
You got a taste of living water
Now you spend all your time
Out of spiritual order

What occupies your mind?
What's now taking up space?
Why is your world collapsing?
What have you out in God's place?

You used to take time to pray
Now you say time is money
Look at the idols you serve
Lord, please take them from me

Remember who to put first
Your first love is true
Remember He's a jealous God
He'll take it all from you. 
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Enemy Enmity

May the Lord bless, may the Lord keep
No I'm not just an addict, I'm the son of a King

I'm trying to make it as a winner
Though I'm comfortable as a sinner
I spring into summer
I fall into winter

Tribulations and trials
In the streets going wild
Give me an inch I'll take a mile
I had to regress back to a child

It gets hard being grown
It gets hard being alone
It gets hard reaping a harvest
Unintentionally sown

Lord give me a reason 
For this time, for this season
Put your spirit in me
Make it so appeasing

I've never seen the righteous forsaken
Though this life can be painstaking
Faithful and true You're always remaining
Enemy enmity, it's me, life's shaken
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NO ANGEL

I have a song no angel in heaven can sing
The blood gave me life, the blood got me clean
He did it for you and me, all saints rejoice
I am redeemed, I have unspeakable joy
I smile in the valley of the shadow of death
I praise Him on high with every living breath
Somebody ought to be glad,  lift up your hands
God raised Jesus from the dead to wash away sin
I was cleansed with blood, thick murky and red
Dripping down His face, THORNS on his head
I never knew what it meant, to be heaven sent
To have a Holy Spirit I can call my best friend
They call Him Prince of Peace, King of Kings
The blood gives me a song no angel can sing
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The Sufficiency of Grace

Lord, let me learn to trust you completely
You have never been one to abuse or deceive me

Post traumatic broken heart torn to pieces
It’s automatic complicating things that are so easy

You’ve always had my back, picking up my slack
Hating getting chastened, but you put me back on track

I wonder why you love me when I don’t love myself
Self medicating hurt, but you restore my health

Burden bearer, load sharer looking in my mirror
I feel the terror implicated from my human error

The error of my ways had me up for days
Look me in my eyes, do you see the glaze

Made my mama cry, a wicked son they say
Recess this court of judgment, don’t have the time to play

Yeah I did it, yeah I said it
Yeah I meant it, I regret it

I give you my will, give me my mission
Lord please take this thorn, He said “My grace is sufficent”
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The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Today I’m embarking on a new journey. I finished my second rehab in the past two years and I’ve decided to document what goes through my mind creatively. My experience has lead to a closer relationship with God, so a lot of my “pieces” are going to be spiritually centered. I’m a little leery about being this transparent, because it’s not the image that I would have ever wanted to create for myself. However, it is what it is so I’ll make the best out of it with God being in control. Only time will tell. I added a little photo ‘treatment’ just for creative reasons.