Against All Odds

Against All Odds

Whether it be in the dark of the night…
Or the light by day.
Through the snickers, mockery, sneers, and jeers…
Or whatever ridicule that others may say.
Even when my circumstances seem less than favorable
And all my finances seem to disappear.
Until that day that my body begins to decay,
I will continue to praise and give glory to His holy and righteous name.
For He is the Author and Finisher of everything and His word will never change.
Against all odds…
I was created.
Not only to go through, but to overcome.
Not only to subdue, but to lead… like the righteous one.
His Son.
Against all odds…
In spite of the world.
In spite of man.
In spite of the norm.
In spite of the obstacles.
I stand.
I am and was created with a purpose.
Masterfully designed by the one and only God, I Am.
I am success.
I am joy.
I am love.
I am blessed.
Demons shutter upon my arrival, because of the spirit I employ.
When I open my mouth, thoughts of doubt, I destroy.
Yes, I am a child of God.
This I believe and I know is true.
Be blessed and walk in your authority;
for, you are a child of God too.

Against all odds.

~Flowriter.

Thank God!!!

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You do feel me.
I know that you are there.
I can feel you reading this.

You know how to contact me,
Son...
I'm here.

Son...

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Do you hear me at night as I cry your name?
Do you feel my presence when I pray for you...
Or understand my turmoil as I look at your picture,

Tell me...

can you feel my pain?

All the years gone, tender moments missed.
The hugs that I long for, the conversations that I wish.
So much that I would love for us to share...
Hard times, good times, first loves, bad times...
Sadly, I wasn't there.

Hearing your voice gave me hope of what could be.
I pictured in my mind... us making up for lost time.
Actually being able to enjoy a day of you spending it with me.

Everything was going great and moving right along.
You told me, soon that you would be a father, but you still wanted visit me.
However, somewhere things went wrong.
I left messages with you friend,
Not to mention, the numerous times I called your phone.
I even tried your moms'...
phone disconnected, facebook profile... disappeared.
It's like you vanished into thin air
but I know your not gone.

I don't know what it is or where you might be.
Or what made you cease communication so suddenly.
I hope that you are doing better than good,
that things are going great.
I look forward to hearing from you again,
I pray for the day that I get to see you face to face.

I love you... Dad.

~Flowriter

Only By His Grace and Mercy

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.words given: mercy,alien,widow,oppress,evil,aware,exclusive,regret,and empathy.
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Oh precious moments of joy, laughter, and bliss.
Memories of old... love, prior to this sullen solace.
Entrenched in darkness, life seems so bleak.
I've become an alien to my spirit...succumbing to my sinful nature.
Rendering my soul unable to speak.
So when the evil temptations arise,
I find myself spiritually weak.

In the marriage of mind, body, spirit, and soul.
I have become a widow, fed by a carnal world, lies and stress.
Nothing of true value to possess... Just emptiness and regrets I console.
Left to oppress and be oppressed, in order to gain.
Only to never be fulfilled with true happiness and contentment.
Constantly seeking, but unable to obtain.

Evil spiritual forces know that I exist.
The darkness continually encroaches...
and in their un-heavenly schemes, they relentlessly persist.
It's as if,
they have peeked into my future and have considered me a threat.
The peace of mind,heart, and joy that I desire...
They don't want me to get.

Yet, I am aware... that in me... and... out there,
There is someone greater than me.
Whose strength can be found in my weakness,
and healing can be seen in my infirmity.
Who looks down on my situation with empathy.
Using what they plan for my destruction as vital instances,
the glue if you will, in creating the purposed, destined me.

So, what I'm going through is not exclusive to me.
All those who desire an exclusive relationship,
be it with a lover, brother, sister, mother, or a father who is heavenly...
will experience darkness, moments of trials and tribulation.
Even those who embrace the world experience throes by excluding themselves from His divination.

However, there will be a difference between them and me.
I submit all that I am to you, Lord, and all that I am to be. I can't do nothing without you.
Yet, I can overcome everything with you. I thank you in advance for the deliverance...
and for your unfailing grace and mercy.

~Flowriter

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

This is all I ask....

Create in the moment
A moment of clarity,
A moment of truth.

Show me the way,
The way to live,
The way to love,
Vibrant, pure and closer to you.

I don't know,
No... no, yes I do.
Transition me from the place where I am
To a smooth existence, a bright light leading others, that are like me confused, to you.

Help me;
For, the choices are many,
but my decisions are few.

I'm told that I am a rare precious creation, a jewel...
Your child created, specifically with a purpose, by you.

However, I'm confused, and instead of clarity...
I run to drugs, lust... the addictions that I use.
My spirit yearns to do what is right,
but it's my flesh that has me do what I know I should not do.

I know that I'm his wife...
that he should be the affection of my life,
but my mind, my eyes, my femininity
shows me and tells me that
there are so many other loves'...
lusts to choose.

I say, I'm going to do the right thing.
I bought a replacement for my pawned wedding ring.
Then, I wonder if I'm being true to myself.
He asked me if I was in love with him, I told him no.
Oh God, I need your help!

Create a moment of clarity.
A moment of truth.

Show me the way,
The way to live,
The way to love,
Vibrant, pure and closer to you.

Then, after that...
Give me the strength to follow your instructions through.

It's A Journey

Written by Flowriter to be spoken by Diedre "147" Wiggins.
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I've been permed, pressed, hot combed, twisted, mangled, tangled,
braided, added to, taken from,
washed, cut, styled, curled, relaxed,
and teased for fun.
Hmmmm... anything but being natural me.
So, natural I've become.

It's a journey.

I've given my all to others... loving them more than I loved me.
Took all the ridicule, abuse, and, independent of my better judgment, bore their seed.
Supplied them with their wants and desires, while neglecting my needs.
Would you believe... they took me for granted & I just couldn't stand it.
I became dreaded... naturally.

Journey with me...

I removed myself from the stink.
Devoted to my children and hopeful for the future.
I began to love myself and embrace my natural and inner kink.
On a regular regiment, I take myself to the gym, for me...not them.
Loving myself, becoming the best me I can be,
and not to appease or please any "him".
You see, I began and I am... losing weight.
Weight that used to bare me down.
The weight of trying to please and keep a man that wasn't sincere and didn't want to be around.
You see, I've shed more than just pounds.
I became a wife to my life and the love of my creator is the husband I found.

It's been a journey.

But, I'm not done.
When I first started I could barely walk.
Now, I jog...one day I'm going to run.

I'm loving my locks...
from the roots to the tips.
I'm comfortable in my skin...
from my shoulders, arms, breast, and hips.

What's this? Friend request on Facebook from Chris.

I'm more independent and stronger than I've ever been.
I almost gave up on love, but I see... God has other plans.

Yeah, he lives in Atlanta.

I look forward to this journey.



~Flowriter