Monday, September 26, 2016

Used

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Trust...
Truth...
Seldom known
Often misconstrued.
Hard to believe that the ones closest to you...
that these are the tactics they use to abuse.

Reality is... that you (I) don't mean much.
That desire for closeness, family.
Is the illusion that we desire, but has us out of touch.
For, my presence...essence...
is only used to get through.
It's my past that's remembered, embittered,
and held on to.

In an effort to enhance the illusion...
Changes are made,
plans are laid, and
sacrifices by the dozens.
Only in the end to realize we've been played.
Which was their plan from the beginning...
even when they said it wasn't.

Truth...

The years that has passed...
The experiences that went unshared...
The moments that I was cried for...
wished for...
and was never there.
I wish to rekindle...
I pray to embrace...
I long to relive.
Yet, it's only regret...
day after day that I face.

Trust...

Time has continued.
And individuals have grown.
I have aged, and yet,
my mistakes live on.
Feelings have changed
love for me has dwindled to a drip.
While my replacements, love for them,
like a raging river, love flows on.
And still, my illusion won't let me quit.

You see,
It's all that I have to hold on to.
The dream, the desire, the wish...
to be closer than what I am,
to be truly loved for who I've become,
and not who I was.
To be seen for the man that I am,
and to believe that that is more desirable
than achieving retribution, revenge on
the boy that I was.

That is where my hope lies
and my truth lives.

Truth...
Trust.



~Flowriter

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Something to Ponder

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If I was to tell you that evil doesn't exist,
would you believe me?
Or would you ponder on the happenings in the world.
Then come to the conclusion that I was lying?

Hmmmmm...

Both are true.
Evil doesn't exist,
but is manifested by the choices that are made.
Demons are powerless
and can not exist in a pure soul.
But those who CHOOSE to give in to sinful nature
welcome evil and empower demons to dwell within.

This is how evil is manifested in the world.

Nothing is by happenstance.
The Bible calls it testing.
In nomenclature of today
it is giving in to your unmoral, fleshly desires.
This plants a seed... that grows like a weed.
Spreading to every part of your mental, physical and spiritual body.
Pulling your strings,
creating a mental screen...
that will invade your mind, heart, soul and dreams.
Until it becomes your actions.

Voila, evil exist.



~Flowriter

Monday, May 9, 2016

My Lord

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Almighty creator, my most benevolent God.
My heart, mind, body, and soul cry out to thee.
Have mercy on me.
Precious are your precepts,
they are my most valuable guide.
Yet, this world... my Lord
has your child severely tried.
My up has become down,
My aspirations have become unfound,
And my spirit is beginning to sullenly drown.

Help me my Lord.

Dreams seem unattainable,
a way out... unfathomable.
So, my hopes and dreams I place at your feet.
Only you can replenish my soul
With your manna of heavenly meat.
And this ache in my heart...
And this loneliness I feel...
Only you are able to heal and complete.

Touch me my Lord.

I await for your unmerited favor,
And for my blessings to pour down and pool.
And for the day to come that I'll savor...
when You make my enemies my footstool.
For the lies and secrets told in the dark,
to be exposed in the light.
For the emptiness I contain inside...
to be filled with your essence,
therefore enabling my spirit to shine bright.

I need you my Lord.

To reveal my purpose,
then give me the strength and courage to move in it.
To enhance my confidence and endurance,
So that my race, I can successfully finish.
To streamline my focus,
So the distractions of this world, I no longer see.
To impart upon me knowledge and wisdom,
So that I, not only will be Your man...
I will be a man that can lead.

Breathe on me Lord.

Unhinge me from my past
that this world constantly reminds me of and shadows me all day.
Free me from the ridicule of what was,
and bathe me in the new man that you created me to be.
Basically,
I need more of you Lord...
and less of me.

In Jesus' name,

Amen.



~Flowriter




Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Flows just poet This


(Try this one forward and backwards, top to bottom. Then upside down, bottom to top forwards and backwards. )

Poets.
Come.
Shining Through
Embers bright, dark of Night
Light compelled, as well Misconstrued
Enhanced poetically, this witches Brew
Dance spiritually, artist of spoken words Chant
Back-ground, drums are lulling, fire around Circling,
Back down stamped hands, heads moving forward and back Jerking.
Hurting, the mind, while fingers still ...Snap
See I, is it working? Think so, Black.
Flow I Think?
Flows just poet This...
This as Just.
Spirit Creative.
Free.

~Flowriter

Monday, March 14, 2016

Hey

Any comments? I would love to hear from you. :-)

5 Senses

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Eyes...

See the pain.
See the hurt.
See how life works.
See the blessings from above.
See GOD's love.
Read GOD's word.

Ears...

Hear the message.
Hear the song.
Hear of lifes wrongs.
Hear the words.
Hear the praises of those moving on.
Listen to the testimonies of the strong.

Mouth...

Speak of love.
Speak your story.
Speak of HIS glory.
Speak HIS word.
Speak the truth.
Talk to the elderly and the youth.

Nose...

Smell the roses.
Smell the daisies.
Smell the freshness of the air when the season changes.
Smell the fragrance of love.
Smell the ink while I write.
Inhale the Holy Spirit and exhale life.

Fingers...
Feel a kind face.
Feel the cheeks when they smile.
Feel tears as they roll down.
Feel the heart beat of a child.
Feel the strength of a helping hand.
Touch someones' heart as many times as you can.

In all my senses...
In all that I am.
I will give praise and glory to GOD!

~Flowriter

Where I Come From

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Where I come from?

Let me take you to a passage back in my youth.

You see the brother in that Cadillac,
bull horns in the front, got three women, and a gold tooth.
That's my uncle.

How about that dude over there?
Afro pick in his hair.
Yeah, the one with muscles, loves to rob, and hustle.
That's my uncle too.

That lady that you see, standing next to me,
short and fine, getting hit on by someone, but not paying him no mind.
That's my mom.

Now, come on in my house. Have a seat. Let this all marinate, enjoy the scenery.

Hear toes tap as jazz tracks flip riffs, smoke drifts, and it ain't no cigarettes.
It's just that herbal essence natural and pure.
See the people dance, women in hot pants,shaking and gyrating
All in my living room, like it's a dance floor.

Hear that brother yell..."Ay youngblood, just got out of jail"
Initiate a weird handshake,see slight move the hand makes
as he takes what the other brother had to sell.

Yeah, this is where I come from.

See the way that my uncle walk?
Hear him when he speaks? That's pimp talk.
He got a girl on each side and one behind.
Check him out, watch on his hand,
but making the girl tell him the time.
Pimpin'!

My other uncle, standin' over the dice game
Just got out of jail. It's ashame already contemplating.
I know what's on his mind.
Crime.

You see, I'm a product of this environment.
This is where I come from.

Flash forward, let's skip ahead.

See that dude on that block?
The one in the white shell toe adidas, black dickies, red shirt, and black hat.
Yeah, the one bending down goin' in his sock.
You know he sellin' rock and gangbangin' at that!
Yeah, that was me.

Doin' more dirt and had more money than I could fold.
Looking like a grown man, hair on my face, and arms that's swoll...only 16 years old.
Look at all my homies, most of them are mexican, only a few are black
Steadily tossin' up gang signs as we cross the railroad tracks.
Where I come from? Let me tell you somethin' about that.
Back then I would've told you S.Tray.P
And then would've asked you, "Where's your heart at?"

And that's all just a glimpse
Of the life that made me who I am,
but I still have more to grow.
Therefore, where I come from doesn't seem as important
as where I'm going to go.

~Flowriter

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