Without a condemning Word you heard, and responded to my cry…
The rescue began before the formation of Time.
Your seed was given to every nation. You called us out of darkness apart from your light, and grace…
Now we face the times of today equipped with the never changing Name,
A savory sent to appease the pain, of selfinflicted insult to injury.
Salvation stolen when the deception was given,
But it was already written you would overcome bringing salvation to a World of Lost Sons….
Called to come Home….
‘UNTIL IT’S REAL…”
Publishing my Dreams sowing each line into the fabric of Time.
Trying too make it….
Dump faking it-
This is my Day,
So I TAKE IT.
Holding Destiny in hand by way of a Command,
George Washington Carver’s Favorite Poem.
I see why!
Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You’ve all that the greatest of men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say, “I can.”
Look them over, the wise and great
They take their food from a common plate,
And similar knives and forks they use,
With similar laces they tie their shoes.
The world considers them brave and smart,
But you’ve all they had when they made their start.
You can triumph and come to skill,
You can be great if you only will.
You’re well equipped for what fight you choose,
You have legs and arms and a brain to use,
And the man who has risen great deeds to do
Began his life with no more than you.
You are the handicap you must face,
You are the one who must choose your place,
You must say where you want to go,
How much you will study the truth to know.
God has equipped you for life, but He
Lets you decide what you want to be.
Courage must come from the soul within,
The man must furnish the will to win.
So figure it out for yourself, my lad.
You were born with all that the great have had,
With your equipment they all began,
Get hold of yourself and say: “I can.”
–Edgar A. Guest
Intoxicating scent on the breeze.
I breathe in slowly…
Holding in the sevary taste of Life.
Through my vains purefing Me…
Refreshing Mind, Body, & Soul until only truth remains.
Exhaling the weights which cling to every breath, latching on like leeches..,
Attempting to suck every ounce of joy captured in every breath!
Exhausted in their efforts “They” lay wasted away…
IN MY ELEMENT
Up lifted by a beautiful view passing by.
Swift like the moments not captured…
Time breezing by, subtle, and gentle.
Lifted above the derbies of broken Dreams, and dashed Hopes-
Remnants of the un-faithful…
Truth speaks in this quiet realm…
As a cloud I drift…
Carried away by the most simplest