Thursday, October 30, 2014

Turn That Preach Into Practicing

"The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have." - Vince Lombardi


There is something to be said about inspiration.
the way it arrives out of nowhere,
offering mental stimulation.
motivation.
to the point where negative energy
enters into a state of suspended animation.
suffocation;
unable to breathe,
or maybe it's just my imagination.
such as aglow,
shining bright in the thick of night,
the proverbial light bulb appears inside of your head.
spurring grind,
symbolizing a spark that stirs both your heart and mind.
until aligned,
combined,
with defining moment.
in relation,
many of life's most amazing consummations were the results of inspiration.
found on familiar,
unfamiliar faces.
likely,
unlikely places.
like truth,
there is no telling where you will find such awakening.
just know that once it commandeers your spirit,
you will be awakened...
be inspired,
be inspiring.


"When we seek to bring out the best in others, we somehow bring out the best in ourselves." - William Arthur Ward

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

In the Heart of the Sleepless Moon

"You're the perfect lullaby." - Beyonce


Laid awake,
in the heart of the sleepless moon.
its light peeks quietly into the bedroom;
highlighting the blind's transparency.
located directly across from the window is the bed,
the moon stares at me, us.
exposing our images,
captured in unresolved lust.
a romantic setting,
framed in fine quality bedding.
the moon knew exactly where this development was headed.

she lays in similar position, 
faced with similar condition,
except the radiance emitted from her existence offers definition. 
depiction, 
portraying conviction, 
addiction, even.
instead of reflection there's intimate connection.
intimately progressing,
she slides her fingers onto my chest and begins softly caressing. 
sweet, small aesthetic strokes.
using more wrist than hand,
as if she's a fine artist and my heart is her canvas.

painting the most sensual of things; such as, "two lovers,
cuddled, 
massaging one another, 
eyes closed, 
listening to rain
drowning in emotion. 
hoping their feelings never change.
implying,
supplying,
justifying love, 
and pain."
before she adds the finishing touches,
then signs her first and last name. 

as sure as there's a Sun, 
there's also a Moon.
occupying individual skies,
yet working together as allies.
balanced: ebb and flow,
tuned into each other
like, to and fro. 
as the Sun's rays bounces off the Moon's surface, 
resulting in the illuminated glow; picture perfect intimacy. 
it shows.

without having uttered a single word,
worth a thousand are spoken. 
mostly verbs; conveying passion thru blatant actions, 
expressed in subtle ways, 
shaped firmly; aroused form, 
amassed in unrestrained fashion, 
bodies conjoined.
the man on the moon is smiling, 
as the light casts our silhouettes onto the walls and ceiling,
recreating the Sistine Chapel.
Fuck Michelangelo.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Who Do You Believe In?

"I was destined to come. Predicted. Blame God, He blew breath in my lungs. Second to none." - Nas


Light entered into the world in the form of love.
unfortunately, 
and like Adam and Eve, 
many of us choose darkness.
a notion so wounded and distressed,
depressed,
bleak and barren,
unkind, uncaring,
and broken. 
if you look closely,
you can see how sick to the stomach one becomes 
upon hearing others speak of such joyful emotion. 
that's real. 

like the Fallen Angel, 
we'd rather reveal wicked things which continues the separation of Jehovah's most precious creation.
but Heaven did not trick you.
the Sun and the Earth has never done anything to you
besides provide unconditional love.
I guess it's easier to point fingers at Adam and Eve,
we love only to place blame,
and that's why we remain inside of the garden,
where nothing has changed. 
except the names and numbers of non-believers
whom fall for the exact same things.

unwilling to sacrifice, 
yet eager to avoid being sacrificed,
like, who does that.
preferring salvation,
settling upon temptation, 
as if we're picking vacation spots. 
The Unchanging Hand, we've got, 
if we step out on faith and embrace within our hearts, like Abraham.
we hardly believe in God,
unless cute or convenient, 
but truth is neither cute nor convenient.
it's too profound and distinguished to be.

why do we pray in a break in case of emergency way,
as if the Messiah is nothing more than a fire extinguisher.
seeking validation and apparently salvation in the hands of other human beings
who stay wanting to be famous.
all falls down,
in a world where The Serpent stands as the current ruler of things.
the same world that turned its back on Jesus, 
yet nothing on this Earth shall ever suffice Christ the King.
He is not some of the parts,
He is the sum of the parts...
that's something Miss Christian would say.
bless her beautiful heart.

maybe, 
just maybe,
during the night before Calvary when Jesus walked away to pray,
He did so, 
due to thoughts He did not want the disciples to hear Him say.
perhaps he threw his hands up in the air, as if to say
Father, there is no way in Hell mankind can be saved. 
you cannot tell these men and women nothing; they don't listen,
too judgmental,
envious,
and forever stuck on the color of one's skin.
causing many to view Jesus as weak, 
too meek
to accomplish the mission.

what it takes He must've learned, cause upon his return
He brings a sword.
not peace.
sadly, the one quote from Scripture we act like we don't see.
and every knee will bow,
regardless of whether you believe in the Bible.
I could be wrong, 
but that sounds like the eye of the tiger to me.
and guess who are sheep...
when darkness is removed once and for all,
The Light will return like a thief in the night.
make sure you do the things which might allow you to find peace within that night, 
or day.
Satan won't be able to save us.