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First, relax. Breathe. Calm your spirit and mind. Okay? Let's go...
Holding
On
Patiently
Everyday
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Fantasizing
About
Love
Life
Success
*
Dreaming
Endlessly
About a
Different way.
*
Wheres
Hows
Effortless
Nows
*
Doom
Removed
Endured
Another
Milestone
Somehow
*
Facing
Another
Intricate
Level
*
Thrusted
Onward
*
Ever
Xing
Into
Something
Topical
*
Met, engaged, conquered...time to face another devil.
All things are possible with God. So, dream big.
Just a place where I let my mind free to speak the innermost feelings and thoughts of my soul
Monday, March 24, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
There's No Place Like Home
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Mystic hollow forgotten tomorrow
tell me of the days of yourn,
dreaded sorrow from love that was borrowed,
clothe me in the pleasure that you adorn.
Oh peace, your solace escapes me...
As worry, your presence rapes me...
Continually taking and reliving the heartbreaking
of what once was but is no more.
I speak of love, a far cry from sex.
Ineffable to the carnal mind who looks for the answer in the flesh.
Unable to attain that goal, is left perplexed.
How to be mentally intertwined, emotionally combined, and to...
spiritually connect.
A man of a different sort,
one who is sullen and distraught would befriend death.
However, I exhale the wisdom of this world,
place my hope in my God, and commune with His life giving spirit.
Of whom I depend on for my next and every breath.
I'm done with the shadows of silhouettes
and silhouettes of shadows. Misrepresentations of
something that is rot. I truly now understand what I seek,
these earthly vessels have not.
It's what is inside the shell that keeps my attention caught.
Intrinsic in nature, altruistic behavior
Simply put, it is the God inside.
Pulling at my heart, captivating my mind, awakening my spirit...
Making me desire for our souls to combine.
For that is a place, a feeling, a warmth... that I know.
It's been so long since I've had it, I've searched all over for it,
and I long to be reunited with it. I'm just so ready to go home.
And leave this...
Mystic hollow with all its forgotten tomorrows
and all of its daydreams of the days of old.
~Flowriter
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Mystic hollow forgotten tomorrow
tell me of the days of yourn,
dreaded sorrow from love that was borrowed,
clothe me in the pleasure that you adorn.
Oh peace, your solace escapes me...
As worry, your presence rapes me...
Continually taking and reliving the heartbreaking
of what once was but is no more.
I speak of love, a far cry from sex.
Ineffable to the carnal mind who looks for the answer in the flesh.
Unable to attain that goal, is left perplexed.
How to be mentally intertwined, emotionally combined, and to...
spiritually connect.
A man of a different sort,
one who is sullen and distraught would befriend death.
However, I exhale the wisdom of this world,
place my hope in my God, and commune with His life giving spirit.
Of whom I depend on for my next and every breath.
I'm done with the shadows of silhouettes
and silhouettes of shadows. Misrepresentations of
something that is rot. I truly now understand what I seek,
these earthly vessels have not.
It's what is inside the shell that keeps my attention caught.
Intrinsic in nature, altruistic behavior
Simply put, it is the God inside.
Pulling at my heart, captivating my mind, awakening my spirit...
Making me desire for our souls to combine.
For that is a place, a feeling, a warmth... that I know.
It's been so long since I've had it, I've searched all over for it,
and I long to be reunited with it. I'm just so ready to go home.
And leave this...
Mystic hollow with all its forgotten tomorrows
and all of its daydreams of the days of old.
~Flowriter
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Experience
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Experience.
This is the way that the past influences our present.
It molds and shapes who we are, but does not limit us on who we can become.
For, it is in the present that we can choose to disregard our experience and try something new.
The only objection to this bold stepping out is fear.
Fear, simply put is not knowing the outcome.
Once we move past fear we make room for boldness.
Boldness is taking action in spite of the outcome.
And this gives birth to belief.
It is in our boldness, regardless of our experience, in spite of our fears, that we began to believe that we can become more than what we were and are not subject to stay what and where we are.
This is where hope lives. Do not confuse hope with wish. For a wish simply sparks a desire that is wanted. Whereas, hope is more than just a spark. It is the fuel that propels us to a desired goal and the catalysts that has us accomplish dream after dream.
For without hope, there is no dream.
Where there is no dream, boldness can not exists.
Boldness will not exists if there is no belief.
And where there is no belief, there is only fear.
Fear will limit our experience.
Where our experience is limited, there will be no growth.
Where there is no growth, there is only death.
Therefore, let us experience everything that life has set before us with boldness.
Annihilating every fear, doubt, naysayer, and opposition that dares to come against us.
This is truly living.
At least in my experience.
~Flowriter.
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Experience.
This is the way that the past influences our present.
It molds and shapes who we are, but does not limit us on who we can become.
For, it is in the present that we can choose to disregard our experience and try something new.
The only objection to this bold stepping out is fear.
Fear, simply put is not knowing the outcome.
Once we move past fear we make room for boldness.
Boldness is taking action in spite of the outcome.
And this gives birth to belief.
It is in our boldness, regardless of our experience, in spite of our fears, that we began to believe that we can become more than what we were and are not subject to stay what and where we are.
This is where hope lives. Do not confuse hope with wish. For a wish simply sparks a desire that is wanted. Whereas, hope is more than just a spark. It is the fuel that propels us to a desired goal and the catalysts that has us accomplish dream after dream.
For without hope, there is no dream.
Where there is no dream, boldness can not exists.
Boldness will not exists if there is no belief.
And where there is no belief, there is only fear.
Fear will limit our experience.
Where our experience is limited, there will be no growth.
Where there is no growth, there is only death.
Therefore, let us experience everything that life has set before us with boldness.
Annihilating every fear, doubt, naysayer, and opposition that dares to come against us.
This is truly living.
At least in my experience.
~Flowriter.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Intercessory Prayer
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Protect him.
Keep him.
Guide and lead his steps.
Impart your knowledge & wisdom upon him.
May your mercy and grace abound about him.
Lord, protect his precious breaths.
Allow your favor to flow,
And your blessings to overwhelm him.
Let your love be felt in and through him.
Keep him from those who don't wish him well.
Release your angels to guard over him.
Protect him from all hurt, harm, danger, and jail.
Open doors that he didn't know exists.
Show him the power of your favor
And how your love and plan for him will forever persist.
Please Lord, help my son, for he was Your child way before he was mine.
I intercede for him, in Jesus Christ name, renew his perspective, soul, spirit, and mind.
Amen.
~Flowriter
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Protect him.
Keep him.
Guide and lead his steps.
Impart your knowledge & wisdom upon him.
May your mercy and grace abound about him.
Lord, protect his precious breaths.
Allow your favor to flow,
And your blessings to overwhelm him.
Let your love be felt in and through him.
Keep him from those who don't wish him well.
Release your angels to guard over him.
Protect him from all hurt, harm, danger, and jail.
Open doors that he didn't know exists.
Show him the power of your favor
And how your love and plan for him will forever persist.
Please Lord, help my son, for he was Your child way before he was mine.
I intercede for him, in Jesus Christ name, renew his perspective, soul, spirit, and mind.
Amen.
~Flowriter
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Docile
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Oh how I loathe the word.
Join with it compliant, submissive, and most definitely weak.
Anytime I feel one of them coming on, rage rears in me.
Rage, because of the broken spirits,
the taken lives, the destroyed families,
the backs full of stripes, the children molested,
the mothers raped, and fathers beaten and hung...
Rage, because of the laws of this place.
Rage, waiting for God's vengeance to be done.
Docile. I say it with distaste in my mouth.
Oh the evil that men do. Am I not a man too?
So many hopes have been bought...
with the illusion of assimilation or so thought.
Still only to remain a single grain...
with no hope of ever becoming a beach.
Extend your reach! Refuse to be...
Docile.
Comfortable, complacent, or for that matter, at ease.
Rise to where you belong. Don't allow "the word" to silence your need.
Misconstrued, manipulated, and dictated to tell you what to believe.
Read, learn, and then move... for yourself.
Desire nothing less to become a King or Queen!
Go along to get along and become a victim of all that is wrong.
Trust me, I know, for this ranting that I am doing is because...
I've been docile for so long.
~Flowriter.
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.
Oh how I loathe the word.
Join with it compliant, submissive, and most definitely weak.
Anytime I feel one of them coming on, rage rears in me.
Rage, because of the broken spirits,
the taken lives, the destroyed families,
the backs full of stripes, the children molested,
the mothers raped, and fathers beaten and hung...
Rage, because of the laws of this place.
Rage, waiting for God's vengeance to be done.
Docile. I say it with distaste in my mouth.
Oh the evil that men do. Am I not a man too?
So many hopes have been bought...
with the illusion of assimilation or so thought.
Still only to remain a single grain...
with no hope of ever becoming a beach.
Extend your reach! Refuse to be...
Docile.
Comfortable, complacent, or for that matter, at ease.
Rise to where you belong. Don't allow "the word" to silence your need.
Misconstrued, manipulated, and dictated to tell you what to believe.
Read, learn, and then move... for yourself.
Desire nothing less to become a King or Queen!
Go along to get along and become a victim of all that is wrong.
Trust me, I know, for this ranting that I am doing is because...
I've been docile for so long.
~Flowriter.
Monday, October 28, 2013
He's Trying to Kill Me
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Ooo wee!!!
He's trying to kill me.
He's fought my heart.
He's fought my mind.
He floods my conscious... with thoughts other than divine.
He uses his dominions...
Imps of all kinds.
Spiritual demons, invisible to the eye,
But it's the soul that they wish to touch.
It's not by my strength that I'm lifted.
It's the Lord that keeps me up.
Up in this fight against the devil and his evil steed.
Chasing my perseverance,
causing my soul to bleed.
Bleed... lyrics of pain,
lyrics of love,
poetical prose,
and all the other depressive adjectives that you can think of.
For a writer.
Yet, here I am.
Here I stand.
Descendant of Ishmael, Isaac...a seed of Abraham.
Al-hamdu lillahi rabbil 'alamin.
It's by the blood of Jesus the Christ that I am kept clean.
Yet, the fight continues.
Each blow he throws he thinks is the coup de grâce.
But, the Lord abounds me, His angels surround me.
With His righteous right hand He lifts me.
Masha Allah!
I praise Him with hands uplifted... I stand.
Muslim... Christian?
He tries to divide me.
Child of God is what I am.
The battle is so difficult, you see,
because he knows too.
He's done peeked into my future,
trying to affect my present,
because in the past the Lord has pulled me through.
Whoooo.
He's trying to kill me.
But you see, that gives me hope.
That means I'm a threat.
That means my life has a purpose.
And that God isn't done with me yet.
There isn't anything that He wtrould allow me to endure...
that He won't enable me to go through.
I know it feels like an ongoing battle, but Jesus already won the fight.
Claiming the victory is the only thing that I have to do.
So, in hell, there's a gnashing and grinding of teeth.
A plethora of jinns, failures, because their mission couldn't be complete.
Their mission to steal my inheritance
And render my soul to eternal sleep.
That's why...
He's trying to kill me.
~Flowriter
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.
Ooo wee!!!
He's trying to kill me.
He's fought my heart.
He's fought my mind.
He floods my conscious... with thoughts other than divine.
He uses his dominions...
Imps of all kinds.
Spiritual demons, invisible to the eye,
But it's the soul that they wish to touch.
It's not by my strength that I'm lifted.
It's the Lord that keeps me up.
Up in this fight against the devil and his evil steed.
Chasing my perseverance,
causing my soul to bleed.
Bleed... lyrics of pain,
lyrics of love,
poetical prose,
and all the other depressive adjectives that you can think of.
For a writer.
Yet, here I am.
Here I stand.
Descendant of Ishmael, Isaac...a seed of Abraham.
Al-hamdu lillahi rabbil 'alamin.
It's by the blood of Jesus the Christ that I am kept clean.
Yet, the fight continues.
Each blow he throws he thinks is the coup de grâce.
But, the Lord abounds me, His angels surround me.
With His righteous right hand He lifts me.
Masha Allah!
I praise Him with hands uplifted... I stand.
Muslim... Christian?
He tries to divide me.
Child of God is what I am.
The battle is so difficult, you see,
because he knows too.
He's done peeked into my future,
trying to affect my present,
because in the past the Lord has pulled me through.
Whoooo.
He's trying to kill me.
But you see, that gives me hope.
That means I'm a threat.
That means my life has a purpose.
And that God isn't done with me yet.
There isn't anything that He wtrould allow me to endure...
that He won't enable me to go through.
I know it feels like an ongoing battle, but Jesus already won the fight.
Claiming the victory is the only thing that I have to do.
So, in hell, there's a gnashing and grinding of teeth.
A plethora of jinns, failures, because their mission couldn't be complete.
Their mission to steal my inheritance
And render my soul to eternal sleep.
That's why...
He's trying to kill me.
~Flowriter
Friday, October 11, 2013
Who Understands?
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Going home to a barren house.
Eating alone... not hearing a sound.
Laying down... no one else around.
No one to hold or to console.
Truly alone.
Days go by, not even a ring from the phone.
Who understands?
Only conversations are those between God and I.
Daily outings...
Going to the porch to look at the sky.
Puff on my cigar...
watch the planes go by.
Who understands?
The way the mind wanders.
Torturing the spirit with the past...
Making movement in the present stagnant...
The future is a dream that's continually thought.
Purpose in life... filled with "I aught".
And still, nothing is done.
The once free flowing stream of life...
Has become dammed on both ends.
Causing the ambitious spirit to be a breeding ground
for all that is unhealthy, especially sin.
Who understands?
The lowering of the guard.
Giving away what's been held dear.
Love. Time. Heart.
To easily being thrown away and ignored.
And what was cherished... simply disappears.
Who understands?
Crying out to the Lord...
And Him, hearing your cry.
Even though, everything seems bleak...
A feeling of overwhelming peace soothes you inside.
His love, not only covers you, it fills you.
Giving you strength from within.
The loneliness, heartache, and fear...
all fade away as His spirit moves in you.
His will and plan, through His promises, becomes clear.
A boldness overtakes you...
You claim victory in your turmoil.
Victory in your strife.
Victory in your relationships.
Victory in your life.
Victory over your mind.
A realization that the struggle is your testimony.
A testimony for the divine.
Who understands?
Jesus does.
~Flowriter
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.
Going home to a barren house.
Eating alone... not hearing a sound.
Laying down... no one else around.
No one to hold or to console.
Truly alone.
Days go by, not even a ring from the phone.
Who understands?
Only conversations are those between God and I.
Daily outings...
Going to the porch to look at the sky.
Puff on my cigar...
watch the planes go by.
Who understands?
The way the mind wanders.
Torturing the spirit with the past...
Making movement in the present stagnant...
The future is a dream that's continually thought.
Purpose in life... filled with "I aught".
And still, nothing is done.
The once free flowing stream of life...
Has become dammed on both ends.
Causing the ambitious spirit to be a breeding ground
for all that is unhealthy, especially sin.
Who understands?
The lowering of the guard.
Giving away what's been held dear.
Love. Time. Heart.
To easily being thrown away and ignored.
And what was cherished... simply disappears.
Who understands?
Crying out to the Lord...
And Him, hearing your cry.
Even though, everything seems bleak...
A feeling of overwhelming peace soothes you inside.
His love, not only covers you, it fills you.
Giving you strength from within.
The loneliness, heartache, and fear...
all fade away as His spirit moves in you.
His will and plan, through His promises, becomes clear.
A boldness overtakes you...
You claim victory in your turmoil.
Victory in your strife.
Victory in your relationships.
Victory in your life.
Victory over your mind.
A realization that the struggle is your testimony.
A testimony for the divine.
Who understands?
Jesus does.
~Flowriter
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