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

SEY

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Hey there sweetness.
How have you been?
It's been so long since I've seen your smile.
And right about now, I'd settle for your grin.

I remember when your eyes would light up,
your teeth would glow,
your hugs were overwhelming,
and your kisses... would steal the show.
You'd alert the whole house
"Daddy's home".

Boy, how time flies.
Look at you now and that you've become.
And you are only beginning,
I know that there's so much more that you're going to get done.

So independent, standing on your own.
I couldn't be more proud.
No longer a princess,
you are a queen and you deserve the throne.


~Flowriter

Just Saying

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"What goes around comes around".


Wishful thinking at best.

"Treat others how you want to be treated".

Trust me, you'll end up being treated like steps.

It's amazing to me the vile, rude, and outright disrespectful nature of people today.
The blatant liars, game players, and outright betrayers.

And trust, it's not the strangers!  It's those closest to you that hurt you the most.
To try to protect yourself, you don't allow anyone close.

Leaving you lonely, in a gang all by yourself, ain't got no homies.

So, you say " I'll be better.  I'll treat people good".
End up being a welcome mat for everyone in the hood.

But, it will get better.  This you should know.  With age, you'll come to a point
where the feelings, words, and thoughts of others won't affect your flow.

Eyes focused on the prize.
Mind fully set.
Body more than able.
And those who get in the way...
Let's just say, them... you'll forget.

No one pays attention to squashed bugs anyway.


~Flowriter

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