Child of God

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Pay attention young man to what you say.
Pay attention young man to what you hear.
Pay attention young man to what you see.
Pay attention young man... Listen to me.

There's entities not of this world, but in this world.
They wish you only harm.  Possessors of persons,
a type of spiritual surgeons, influencing myriad of hosts
trying to distract you from your Heavenly Father
while giving you an eternally damning dose.
Of their poison, "Soul begone",
making you a puppet on their strings and their pull is strong.

But, there is a helper.
One that will intervene.
Wash away your sins,
cover you in His blood,
and make you spiritually clean.

Able to live a life of abundance.
No longer bound by your past.
Emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and physically... freed.
And to receive this gift,
No need  to beg, steal, or borrow...
All you need to do is simply believe.

And your old ways, lost days, and time not well spent.
Even if any of those reoccur,
His mercy and grace have paved a way...
all you need to do is repent.

Truly turn from that nature,
resist those sinful desires,
destroy all forms of idolatry.
Realize that nothing comes before Him.
And above Him, never make anything higher.

With you in Him and He in you...
You are imputed with His righteousness...
And through Him, there isn't anything that you can't do.
You are a son of the Most High.
There is power in what you say,
there is power in what you do,
there is power in how you move.
Your life becomes a witness to those that can not see,
a witness to those that did not know,
a witness to those looking for a more better way to be.
You become the Jesus Christ that they read and see.

Choosing this life does not come without opposition.
For the adversary is always looking for someone to destroy.
He has a plethora of methods at his disposal.
Not to mention, many worldly people and spiritual imps
that he does employ.
He will try to  reach you through t.v.
and even in song.
He will try through your computer
and any type of social media you may be on.
He will plant thoughts in your head to try to get you to react.
Anything to keep your focus off of your Heavenly Father.
Remember his job is to steal, kill, and destroy. But, first he'll distract.

So,

Pay attention young man to what you say.
Pay attention young man to what you hear.
Pay attention young man to what you see.
Pay attention young man... please.



~Flowriter.

Waiting...Anticipating... Meanwhile, I Stand.

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Called by the wild
The scenes of a child
Lost and bewildered by the visions of truth.
Taken aback, thrown off track,
overwhelmed by emotions, empathetic and sympathetic,
since the days of my youth.
The voices inside have yet to subside
Isolating me further from the flock of my clan.
Left to adhere, move without fear,
become the man God predestined, against all odds, to stand.
I stand, but it gets lonely here.

Not of this world,
but in this world I'm expected to exist.
Not of this time,
but in this time my past persist.

Socially inadequate,
but I fake it well.
Violently motivated,
but realistically I sit still.

Allowing the rage to brew.

One day, my world and this world will collide.
One day, the way that I am and the way that I'm expected to be...
will cease to be polar extremes,
this world will pray and hope for a person like me.

Rage unfurled,
Truth revealed,
Passion unbridled,
Sword unsheathed,
and prepared for battle, no need for a shield.

For on that day,
I will die to live... and...
I will live to die!


~Flowriter

Honestly

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With whom can I share?
Without judgement and persecution being there.
With whom can I live?
Open and honest, boldly and true.
Tell me, who will accept me for me...
and not a another version of you.
You, them, and all of those who use "we".
For as far as I can look back,
In this world,
There's no other like me.

Therefore,
who can understand the ineffable?
Or the plethora of thoughts that I contain.
Who can share in the weeping of my soul...
or in the solace of my inner pain.
Who even cares if I hurt... cry?
As far as "they" are concerned,
I only have myself to blame.
For being me... or even the acceptable "I".

Silhouetted memories of a time long lost.
Remembering those whom promised to forever love me...
Realizing it's from those that I was first tossed.
Easily replaced.
Often misconstrued,
randomly taken for granted,
and most certainly to be used.
Then, to be disregarded... or possibly considered upgraded from...
the naive,
easily manipulated,
a stepping stone.
Or how do "they" put it, "dumb".

The world provided
a truer friend, better father, husband,
and a more faithful son.
But yet, kept me as an example
of how life should not be done.
As a recluse, an poor excuse of each and every one.




~Flowriter

Being Treated Like A King

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Greeted at the door
filled with amor
Kissed on the lips, embraced,
and told that you were missed.

Guided to a seat,
shoes removed from your feet.
Breakfast already made, hot,
and ready for you to eat.

Enjoying the food you consume,
with perfect timing, she leaves the room...
goes and prepares your shower.
When you enter the bathroom, she undresses you
then waits for you in the bedroom... or so you thought.
Upon finishing your shower...
Slippers on the floor,
towel in her hands,
she dries you off.

Hand in hand, at the end of the bed you both kneel.
You look to your left,
her eyes are closed and her head is bowed.
You smile to yourself and then begin to pray aloud.
Which ends in "Amen and Amen".

Laying on your back, she begins to kiss you on your neck...
then on your lips, then to your chest, then down pass your belly,
she takes your manhood in her hand and kisses the tip.
Then before you know it, she engulfs the rest.
Slowly and rhythmically, gently but strong,
continuously in a loving motion until your explosive release.
Mind you, because of her technique, doesn't take very long.

With extreme love in her eyes, she tells you,
"I love you" and asks "is there anything else that you need?"
Shaking your head no, she says "my love get some sleep".
Which you do... feeling fully relieved.
After thoroughly being treated like a king.

~Flowriter

Son

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D', I hope that all is well and that God is holding you close.
That your prayers are being answered and that you are living life to the most.
I pray that your son, my grandson, is all that you dreamed him to be,
a reflection of you, like I wanted you to be a reflection of me.
A better version.

Stuck In The Rearview

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Sang songs of praise
Paid penalties,but lessons fades.
Memories elude, repetition concludes.

Oh my Lord, help me change.

Seen the glory,
felt the release,
prayed for salvation,
only for it to be granted,
then for me to repeat... my folly.

A dog returning to its vomit.

Callousness scorns my heart.
Un-trustworthiness plagues my mind.
Making it difficult for a true relationship to start.
And the pain of repetition easy to find.

I ask that you guide, empower, and open my blinded eyes.
Give me the strength to do what must be done.
So that I can walk in "Your" ways and not in mine.
And to my carnal desires, stop continuously run.

Oh my Lord, help me change.

Boldness eludes me,
pain pursues me,
the joy and heartache of love...
is what has bruised me.

So, I run to you for shelter...
Wisdom.
Strength.
Courage.
I know, you are my only helper.

My wisdom and knowledge tell me of that which I already know.
Things done, ways attempted,but...
I know, that it is you who has made me grow.
Please Lord, continue to do so.

Help me change.


~Flowriter