Not to be called by any other name

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Oh corruptible mind, lost in time.
Stuck in the past, future ahead seems so far behind.
Lost in my illusion ,or delusion should I say,
of emotions of grandeur.
More specifically those that love can portray.
All in my mind, the playing tricks on my heart.
It's just that I want something so bad- true love...
only to find a true farce.

Believing I'm special...
My love, my emotions, and all the affection that I have to give.
Only to find, which is always revealed in time, that I...
am no more special, unique, and/or complex than the last man.
Which I now realize, just like he probably did.

So, what is the purpose, the reason behind it all?
Live, enjoy life, eventually fall in love...
then for it all to be taken away and only be left with the fall.
Or maybe that dreaded phrase, "let's just be friends" or
"I'll give you a call".

Does that mean live life bitter?
Not look forward to falling in love at all?
Most definitely not, always look forward to the upliftment, not the fall.
Don't focus on the initial emotion or the commotion that it can bring.
Learn to love yourself for who and what you are.
Once that's done, your heart will sing.

Sing of praises, sing of joy. The partner that you attract then will be true.
Not just a fleeting moment of lustful noise.
They will love you for you and you will love them for the friends that you have became.
It won't be based on lustful acts or physical attributes
Or maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic, in love with love,
not to be called by any other name.

~Flowriter

Humbled

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Lead me, guide me, & teach me your ways.
Lost in life, love, and lonely...
Bless me with your presence... give me purpose filled days.

Enable me, recreate me, and take over me.
You know me better than I know myself.
Heart-ached and broken, but not too far-gone
that your mending hands can't help.

I render it all to you...
My soul, my life, my dreams & desires,
and not to mention my hopes too.

You know my pain & how my heart is discontent.
Yet, I trust you with my entire being.
I accept my plight and however it is meant.

I pray for those who oppose...me... and hope for my downfall.
I rest in knowing that you are my saviour, redemer, and to whom
in good times or trouble, that I can faithfully call.

It's in Jesus Christ name this I ask and pray...

Lead me, guide me, and teach me your ways.
For I am lost in life, love, and lonely.
Bless me with your presence... give me purpose filled days.

Amen.

~Flowriter

Have you seen my heart?

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Have you seen my heart?

It’s no where to be found
I’ve looked high, I’ve looked inside
I’ve searched the ground.
It’s no where around.

I keep telling myself,
“one day it’ll show up”,
“it’ll come back”,
“it’s not too late”.
I’m starting to realize…
It’s too late for all of that.

The blood that is in my veins
that once caused my heart to thump.
Now, flows into an abyss,
A bottomless pit
That the deepest cut could never fill up.

I try to tell myself to care,
Because maybe they do.
I attempt to believe that they need me.
But even a blind man can see
With all the years apart,
The void grew.

Plus, there’s the reliable,
The dependable,
The confidant
The new used to be you.

Whew…
Have you seen my heart?

I even tried to replace it with new, artificial means.
It’s a good strong heart,
Has good intentions,
But it doesn’t stop the hope
And never-ending the dreams.

The loss I have.
The memories I console
The decisions and trades I made.
Have me less than whole.

Have you seen my heart?

~Flowriter.

Moving from F.O.G to C.O.G

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See the vision.
Hear the heart.
Journey the path.

Once again, it's time to start.

Tear drops and petals of love.
Seem like the murmurs of old.
Peacefully free,
Spreading my wings... like a dove.
Soaring through the air,
Expressing my love... with my pens' blood.
Soulfully done in the dark,
Awaiting a new horizion.

Once again, it's time to start.

Releasing my vision.
Correcting my mind.
Submitting unto HIS will.
Remaining humble
And
Give HIM HIS praise and glory...
Everytime.

I once was in the F.O.G
Just a Friend of GOD.
But HE transformed me,
called me HIS child
Made me a C.O.G in the machine of life
cleared my eyes
And through my talent,
I try to lead the lost to Christ.

At times, it's truly hard.
That's when it's time to start,
moving righteously with heart...
as a true...Child of GOD

~Flowriter

One on one

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One on one

Always in this crowded room.
But when I look into your eyes,
See your smile, experience your glow...

It's as if we are alone.

One on one.

My mind tends to create fantasies.
Imaging, percieving...believing...
that we were before we are
and of what we could be, if we ever was...again.

My mind begins to spin

Picturing us...

One on one.

You see,
We go good together.
Like paper to pen.
Like the word soul to mate.
Hand in hand
Like destiny and fate.

Me, the root.
You, the tree.
Our creation, the fruit.
Our love, poetry.

It's limitless...

the things we could get done...together.

One on one.

Regardless of being read by everyone
It's like our own little inside joke,
That only we know.
I heard you when you spoke.
Now, I'm talking to you.
One day, we'll be like we were in that other lifetime.
You, GODs' beautiful lyric
And me, HIS rhyme.
We, are spoken word.
Creating life in every line.
As for now,
I'll just take it a lil bit
at a time...
And continue having fun
Until,
that day
That we are...

One on one.

~Flowriter

My Love... Where art thou?

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It was days ago and it was here.
Encompassing my whole being.
Reaching deep down into my soul.
Caressing my essence, uplifting my spirit.

And then where did it go?

I was so overpowered by her glow.
I admit a few days went by.
That all I did, at night, was lay by her side.
Happy, I admit.
Thinking, this is as good as it'll get.
Never did I imagine...
that she would be experiencing neglect.

Missing my touch.
Needing my love.
Wanting my embace.
Desiring to render my manhood weak,
after having its nectar to taste.

Having fantasies of deep strokes,
tantalizing licks, & ample tongue tricks.
Dreams of moans, screams, and unsatisfied nightmares awoke.

Her anger, mood swings, and irritability....
All of this I provoked!

It was the feeling of the emotions that I was attached...
That had me feeling fully satisfied.
Problem was I wasn't giving anything back.
And what arose appeared as if our love had died.

Being a man of many questions, I had answers to pursue.
When not given sufficient answers to my questions...
The arguments would ensue. And yes, do to all this frustration...
Next thing you know, the attitudes grew.

She would look at me like you silly silly man.
I would be sitting on the couch with a beer in my hand...
Thinking and feeling totally confused.
Saying to myself,

It was days ago and it was here.
Encompassing my whole being.
Reaching deep down into my soul.
Caressing my essence, uplifting my spirit.

And then where did it go?

(Miscommunication at its best)

~Flowriter

Look Deep Into These Eyes

Look deep into these eyes,

Let me tell you what I see.

This is my daughter, my child

who usually emits a glow, but sometimes

you can get a glimpse of the pain she feels internally.

This picture was taken three years ago on her birthday.

I called her, we talked, but neither one of us had much to say.

I took it as her having an attitude

And she probably took it as me having the same.

I just got this picture today

Looking into her eyes,

Changed everything.

You see, she was my best friend who I took everywhere.

She was Daddy's little girl.

Then years and a divorce later

She was lead to believe that Daddy didn't care.

I had moved away

And all she knew was Daddy wasn't there.

So, when I look at this picture, and stare deep into those eyes...

I see a little girl who is becoming a woman

that wishes her Daddy was in her life.

~Flowriter(Sorry, I can't even finish)

I've Been Hurt!

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I’ve Been Hurt

It started out fine,
Together we would spend all of our time.
We became more than friends,
And then…
You started to blow my mind.


I’ll never forget the day the words came off of your lips.
All the promises, all the hopes and dreams…
Disappeared with an "I love you" & a goodnight kiss.
Now…

I can’t feel for the ones that love me.
I subconsciously keep myself from feeling.
Because of the damage that was done to me.
I’ve been hurt.

My friends, they all tell me to move on.
I spend so many nights and days…
Regretting the fact that you are gone.
I just want someone to love, someone of my own.
Now…

I can’t feel for the ones that love me.
I subconsciously keep myself from feeling.
Because of the damage that was done to me.
I’ve been hurt.
I’ve been hurt.

I thought to myself, that I found the perfect woman.
Only to realize, she wanted me for what I have,
Instead of who I am.
Again, I sit and pray wishing for all of this pain to go away.
Now, when women seem interested…
All I can say is…

I can’t feel for the ones that love me.
I subconsciously keep myself from feeling.
Because of the damage that was done to me.
I’ve been hurt.
I’ve been hurt.

~Flowriter

LOVE

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Some think that I was created by woman and man

But I was created way before that.
My spirit goes way back,
But to understand the complexities of how I was manifested,
look into my flesh map.
Started as a seed, but wasn't nothing without an egg,
a place where I could grow,lay my head, breathe, get the nutrition that I need.
I became solely dependant on my mother.
Who was dependant on my father, to be a father, a husband, a lover.

You see, they had to become one for me to become....flesh that is
But, please believe that I was in the mist during the first kiss.
From the first time that they set eyes on eachother
And used words like forever and endless.
I was there...in spirit.
Before there ever was an "I" or a "You"
And the Holy Trinity used the term "Our" and "We"
I was created.
You see, I am love.
Before there was man,
I was in order that man can be.
And to make sure that he would continue to exist
In my essence, Christ was sent, that all, even sinners may be set free.
And its my essence that brings forth life.
And when man and woman create a union in my essence
An expression of their passion is created in the flesh.
A bundle of love.
Therefore do you see...
You are, because I AM,
And we are because of how we can be...
In love.


~Flowriter

My Better Half

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I thank GOD that HE was able to see,
as I was naming each animal that had a mate after its own kind,
that I was lonely and wanted a mate for me.

It was that glorious day
that the LORD laid me down and put me into a deep sleep,
took my rib and from it,
fashioned a woman whom would make me complete.

You see, I am Adam and she is Eve.
I was told to love her, and she told to love me.
And we were to make love to one another and multiply my seed,
Teach them the love of the LORD and guide them in worshipping.

That was such a wonderful day.
The LORD blessed me beyond my wildest dreams.
He made me King of the Garden of Eden
And provided my with the most beautiful Queen.

The LORD, her, and my family, to me, mean everything.
Thank you, LORD, for blessing me and changing my life
by molding my love in your hands and creating the perfect wife.

~Flowriter

To my wife,

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I never wanted to be a man with his head in the sand,
oblivious to his surroundings, with no clue of what’s going on.
Taking for granted all that he has…
Not knowing if in the next steps…
Would have himself and his love on separate paths.

Looking back in the past, I can’t even laugh, it makes me sad.
The choices I made, the things I’ve done…
Not only did I hurt myself, I hurt my special ones.
And from all of those choices, I can’t even take back one.
I ended up losing you and that’s when the change begun.

GOD began to work on me. I’m not saying that HE’S through.
But the seed of change was planted in me…
And as time went on, the seed grew.
Never would I have imagined, at that time, I would end up back with you.
But when I did, I knew exactly what to do… Again, I married you.

This time, I wanted no regrets.
I envisioned a life of love, hanging in there in the good times and through the bad mess.
Being faithful when it would be easy to cheat,
Closing my mouth, opening my ears, and actually listening to you when you speak.
I understand that you are not less than, you are my equal, my true help meet.

Back then was just a passage,
Like the secondhand of a clock.
Something we went through, but continued to move.
Not anything that we were stuck in, because life doesn’t stop.
I’m stronger than what I was then,
Now, I won’t run when things get hot.
I’m in it for the long haul and I’m going to give it all I got.

Now, our job is to keep our eyes & mind focused on the journey ahead.
Learn from all that we’ve been through & concentrate on the life we’re living…
Not the past we’ve had that’s dead.
It’s understandable to be cautious,
Because of the mistakes that were made.
Just don’t be so fixated on the past that you fail to see that I’ve changed.

I don’t want to be the man that I was. I’m better than that. I’m the man that GOD made.
And you are the woman that HE’S placed in my life.
I know that you are going to treat me good.
I know that I’m going to treat you right.
I know that I’m blessed, especially with this second chance…
That’s why I thank GOD everyday that you’re my wife...
And I'll do anything for you.

Love,
Your Husband ~Flowriter

Have you missed me?

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The way that my words travel on lines.
The mysterious ways that my message is conveyed in rhymes.

Just like the way my lips gently kiss...
And holding in my tongue that loves to lick.

Tell me, baby, have you missed me?

How about the rumble of my voice...
Sweetly whispering in your ear?

Portraying vivid pictures of love,
That can only be seen with my pen.
But, once the words are said, pleasure appears.
Taking you to a galaxy of bliss.
Erasing your worries, gently stroking your fears, &
enhancing your senses with my tongue tricks... and lyrical licks.
Not to mention, the way that my pen flips.
Ooh...and they way you catch every drip...
I miss you!

Tell me, baby, have you missed me?

I know that it hasn't been the same since I haven't been inside ya.
But, baby I'm back...on track, pen in hand, your poet...Flowriter.

Ready to take my time.
Make love with every loop, bend, and twist.
You know how my pen likes to grind.
And baby, know this, you've been missed.
And I promise...
I'll never again stay away like this.

I know, don't say it... I've been missed.

Kiss. Kiss.

-Flowriter

Simply L.O.V.E

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Look Onto Victory Everyday.

Learn Others Value in Everyway.

Live Obediently, Vouch Eagerly.

Listen Openly & Valantly to Everyone.

Love Oneanother & Value Eachone.

Lend Openly & Volunteer Ethically.

Love the Omnipotent one Veraciously Especially.

Simply Love.

-Flowriter

I will endure

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I've been accused, blamed, and called out of my name.
Treated worst than an enemy like I'm some type of problem or pain.
Second guessed on every move I make.
Not to mention, ignored as if I have nothing valuable to say
Talked down to, belittled, like this marriage is thought of as a mistake.
I cautiously use the word hate.
Hated. All this by my mate.
But I will not return what is being done to me.
I will not play the games that others are playing.
I will not repeat the words others are saying.
I will continue to love like CHRIST loves me.
And when CHRIST feels that I've had enough...
HE'll set me free or teach them to love me.
So, I will do all I do with gladness and praise for HIS name.
I ask HIM for strength, endurance, patience, and the ability to maintain.
And even though times are hard and rough.
I know that HE will see me through and guide me through this pain.
For I am only being tested and HE's making me T.O.U.G.H
Preparing me for blessings that will fall down like rain.
If I don't trust & know anything...
I trust & love the LORD.
HE is a keeper of HIS word...
and promises me not to give me more than I can endure.
So, in Jesus Christ name, I will endure.

Capturing Butterflies

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Early in the morning, I'd hardly seen any.
But as the sun would rise & warm the earth...
Fluttering & beautifully decorated, I'd see plenty.

Carousing with eachother.
Moving from flower to flower.
Dancing in the sky like lovers.
I'd watch them for hours.

They were so beautiful.

So, I decided to capture one of my own.
I imagined it with me,
beautifully decorated fluttering in my home.

I pictured it happy & content.
I even envisioned how our days would be spent.
I couldn't wait anylonger,
outside I went.
I had nothing to catch it...
Just my love & my hand.
So, out there in the middle of the summer day
Among all the butterflies, I stood, waiting for one to land.

Finally, one did.
I cupped my hands together.
I could feel it alive inside.
I ran into the house,
prepared to love my new butterfly.

Once in the house,
with the doors & windows shut.
I opened my hands,
then threw the butterfly up.

I noticed on my hands a powder of sort...&
The butterfly seemed to be struggling.
The way it flapped its wings & body began to contort.

Before long, it laid on its side on the floor.
I knew it was dead.
I took it outside.
I no longer dream of capturing butterflies... anymore.

I just bought some flowers.
And in the middle of the day...
I open the door.

-Flowriter

Fellow Christians

Words of wisdom need not to sound odd.
In our lives, first and foremost, we place GOD.
We need not to worry about the days to come
Or whats going to happen next.
For He is our Heavenly Father,
We are his children, a spiritually ordained family,
Bound to be heavenly blessed.
Many are told this,
But the chosen are few.
All can be saved, but those that refuse
Instead of an everlasting spiritual joy,
Their mentality is to focus on physical.
Its this earthly realm that they choose.
This is not the connection that us Christians should make.
We are to seek a true relationship,
Filled with real affection,
And the kind of intimacy that only our Creator could create,
One that'll never perish, a holy sacrament, like that of marriage.
For all of our needs, we know shall be met.
Therefore, we walk in peace
And bask in the love of our Heavenly Father,
That should be the derivative of our happiness.
We should emit an emotional, physical, mental
Glow of happiness that the lost desire to get.
For we are children of the Living GOD
So, brothers & Sisters act accordingly & dont forget...
Whose we are.


-flowriter

Only the pen understands.

I was told... seek and you shall find.
Ask and you shall receive.
But see, I'm mentally blind and I do have hope, but it's hard to believe.
That this is only a temporary problem
And the pain that it causes, makes my soul bleed.
I know in the end, I'm going to have to make a stand, be a man.
I want security...financial and physical A love that's unbelievable...without any games,
but that...

Only the pen understands.

So as I bleed my soul from pen to page
Battle the onslaught of troubles and try to control my rage.
I just submit my will unto GOD and regardless of the outcome, give HIM all the praise.
Because, at least this much I know...
I'm only going through
And there will be brighter days
Not only that, long ago...
I placed my life in HIS hands
And that, like this...
Only the pen understands.

-Flowriter

Dear GOD,

Forgive me LORD for all of the sins that I commit,
All the messages from you that I've ignored,
And all the paths that I've bent.
Straying from your love and wisdom,
Praying for prosperity...
only to be foolishly spent.

LORD, I repent.

Forgive me for not forgiving others.
Forgive me for diluting your temple...
by spreading my essence to many lovers.
Forgive me for the words of my mouth...
Not spreading your love and your word, but...
for spreading lies, mishaps, chaos, and doubts.
Forgive me for not being closer to you and always thinking about me.
Forgive me for rebelling against you and not being the man you made me to be.
Forgive me for not respecting your temple...Tattoo's, cigars, and liquor.
It's no wonder I'm not free.
Forgive me for judging others.
When I know it's YOUR job to judge them and me.

LORD, I repent.

I pray for YOUR strength, wisdom, and guidance to help me along my way.
I know that you have never left my side.
Therefore, I pray that you keep me and don't let me stray.
I pray that you guide me in finding, attending a good church home.
I pray for all of those in the mist of the storm, seeking shelter, and help...
May they find and abide in you in the mist and in the calm.
And LORD, concerning all the soldiers at war,
May YOU protect them from any hurt, danger, and harm.
I pray for our leaders, teachers, and government officials.
I pray for our police, firemen, doctors, prisioners, and all lost individuals.
I pray that we all find YOU.
And that's all I have to say.

In YOUR SON's holy and righteous name, JESUS...
I believe in and pray,
AMEN.