Truth be told...

Had a special 'God is Good' moment today. Witnessing the transition that's occured in my spirit while discovering the spiritual truth that lies in salvation. I am nowhere near the end of my journey, but He's brought me a mighty long way, hallelujah.

I'm so glad to have been blessed with words - spoken, sang, written... You name it, I live it. My best life is spent basking in the brilliance of literacy and surviving off my affinity for phonetics - not always in the niche that I would prefer... But hey, we're taking baby step here ;) My process has been well documented as a result of random ramblings (I knew those journals were good for something).

I'm sharing this piece that I wrote a couple years ago while I was exploring different spiritualities... Funny that I never strayed from the truth that lies in Jesus Christ, no matter how hardheaded or 'free spirited' I was.

I'm calling this one - SINical ... Thanks for coming along on the ride :)


Heaven can you hear me?
Open my eyes to all the truths in disguise
Hidden behind the vast masses
Of lies upon lies.

Heaven can you wrap me
In Your concentrated bliss
And guide me to the righteous men
Whom I have seemed to miss?

Cuz heaven I can't see how you can make man
So flawless and yet so disingenuous
I just can't seem to comprehend
How our image is Jesus,
But our minds flood with sin.
Why are we cursed with such pondering minds
When Spiritual truth is all we should seek to find

It's the only thing that really matters.

But I struggle.
With trying to justify the fact that
Grown men are trained to slaughter
In the name of peace
And God our Father...

But I'm the one with issues..... right?







Heaven can you whisper me
the secret
On how to make it?
In this world that is,
And into the next,
Because Lord, my God, I stand perplexed.
And as long as my questions remain unanswered
I feel I'll never get the chance
To answer the questions of another
Evangelistic building blocks
That have thoroughly reached a standstill.

How is it that I can obtain His favor,
heaven fill me in
So the truth can be savored.
The Truth - in it's purest and finest state
To end the constant feud
My soul and mind have constantly negated.

Heaven - I know you hear me,
You're lending your ear.
Dear God - my God,
It must bring you to tears
To see your sons and daughters
Your children in Christ
Be so easily misguided...
The evils of this world have
Enticed us so effortlessly.


God you're here aomewhere.


So I'll continue to search
This disguised utopia which we call Earth
This sinful place from which heaven gave birth.
...but by parental law,
There should be a peace of heaven here,


And it could be in me...


Bout nobody's aware,
Or cares.
Because they can't seem to get past
Their illusions of paradise.

The Block.

It's been a long time... I shouldn't have left you, without a dope beat to step to. ;)

I actually pulled the inspiration for this poem upon re-reading about my lack of inspiration when I started this blog. Ironic, yea?

This one's called Cursed Words.

I lack inspiration.
That euphoric moment of brilliance
That serves as my soul's lifeline -
My anarchy against monotony,
Only comes once in a quasi lifetime.

You see,
I find myself often poised
Pen in hand, room devoid of noise
Waiting for the river of inertia to run its course
For torrents of genius to be put forth
AND THEN....................

..........nothing.

Then all at once I can withstand no more
This hell of complacency
With no urgence for
The truth to escape
The orgasmic soul quiver
My spirits set free
My thoughts delivered
From mind
To fingers
Through the ink
And into the world.

Such a promising notion,
This magical potion...
...but I seem to have misplaced the formula.

So day after motherloving day,
As weeks turn to months,
And months into seasons
No story to tell, no rhyme to reason
Pass the hours
Head home
Take a hit of treason
And rinse... And repeat.

So what to do,
This artist with no avenue
Searching for the perfect storm
Of mind, body, spirit
Torn just enough
To evoke masterpiece potential.

So I begin to let my meditations go wandering
The blank page calling
It's lines staring dauntingly.
Calling to be filled
Yearning to be enlightened
Taunting me
Teasing me
Seducing me
Fighting me.

Like a mathematician who can't sort the numbers
Or a lightening bolt who can't hear it's thunder
Is this massive anville
I can't seem to escape from under.

So I take form back to elementary days
Brainstorming, outlining
The institutional way.
Feels as though I was out sick the day
The lesson was taught on creativity.

So I begin to model my mind's sequences
In my favorite way -
Unconventional frequencies.
My muses drift closer and closer to surface
To try and spring forth that second of purpose.

AND THEN as if it had surged imminently
My language finds dwelling
My redeemers ministry
The words scream so loud,
they'd been so suppressed
They twist and they spin,
Revealed and undressed
Finality! The delicious feat...
The poet's supreme splendor -
Simply - complete.