I found myself drowning in your eyes; awakened by your soulful eyes that deliver the sweetest hello that only saliva moistened lips could only pretend to do.
Splices in my life became surreal whereas hope was lost and far-fetched yet we bridged a connection on bended knees praying without ceasing, loving without restraint, and living in transparency: The storm we will survive.
Burdened with an undeniable past forever quenching the thirst of my beloved critics and haters, my focus has always constructed a place where my loudest screams, my godly cries will be sheltered with arms wrapped around me, fingers interlocked while my spirit man plays super-hero.
Running after you, I ran into a few pit stops. My journey had me freestyle swimming to the mountaintop: There I will rest and wait in obedience as God re-shapes, re-invents, re-creates this man who lives in dire fear.
Fear of what some may ask: Fear that I will not make it; Fear that I will never Love again; Fear of taking the last shot of life with one second on the clock (My Lebron hands); Fear that I will never see the Love in you.
Miles away you stood, roads curving, slanted pavement and center lines motioning in various directions, we choose our own pathways without counsel only to end up in places where we do not belong.
Just when I think that I am there, the journey quadruples its length, hurdling issues upon issues, but it behooved me to get to the mountaintop.
Martin Luther King wrote, "Like anybody, I would like to live-a long life; longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land. So I'm happy, tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord."
Upon withdrawing my heart of its deceitful nature, the cleansing begun. Like pheromones produced as two lovers become one in the midnight hour, I thank God for my journey and the lessons that be.
"He who knoweth his self hath known his Lord."
Friday, June 15, 2012
Rebirth Day 29
I found myself drowning in your eyes; awakened by your soulful eyes that deliver the sweetest hello that only saliva moistened lips could only pretend to do.
Splices in my life became surreal whereas hope was lost and far-fetched yet we bridged a connection on bended knees praying without ceasing, loving without restraint, and living in transparency: The storm we will survive.
Burdened with an undeniable past forever quenching the thirst of my beloved critics and haters, my focus has always constructed a place where my loudest screams, my godly cries will be sheltered with arms wrapped around me, fingers interlocked while my spirit man plays super-hero.
Running after you, I ran into a few pit stops. My journey had me freestyle swimming to the mountaintop: There I will rest and wait in obedience as God re-shapes, re-invents, re-creates this man who lives in dire fear.
Fear of what some may ask: Fear that I will not make it; Fear that I will never Love again; Fear of taking the last shot of life with one second on the clock (My Lebron hands); Fear that I will never see the Love in you.
Miles away you stood, roads curving, slanted pavement and center lines motioning in various directions, we choose our own pathways without counsel only to end up in places where we do not belong.
Just when I think that I am there, the journey quadruples its length, hurdling issues upon issues, but it behooved me to get to the mountaintop.
Martin Luther King wrote, "Like anybody, I would like to live-a long life; longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land. So I'm happy, tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord."
Upon withdrawing my heart of its deceitful nature, the cleansing begun. Like pheromones produced as two lovers become one in the midnight hour, I thank God for my journey and the lessons that be.
"He who knoweth his self hath known his Lord."
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