I see Myself in you Son…

I See…

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I see myself in you, my Sons. I see the expression on the faces of past generations. Through your eyes I can face them and thank them for this torch I carry and will one day hand forward… Thinking of the Men I’m raising, Hoping this World changes for the better… So I threw on a cloak called ‘Salvation’ to brace its cold, charging through its Darkness in search of the beckoning Light… pointing the way, a path for Generations to follow… “Why Dad?” They ask… “Because I see you in Me…”

There is a struggle, as Eternal as Good and Evil, with-in, a struggle too let go… Of ancient hurt’s, disappointments, broken promises made… to yourself… To revisit the old decay of the past, is depression- and today, it’s time too let go… 

PINK SLIP 

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Dear Mr. past,

(That old man which clung to the looking glass, being an acting mask)

Truth has come to clash with your dimming point of, 

 Viewing every situation cloudy…

This is your forced Resignation-

“NOPE”-

No more debate- 

I see the door open, my way of escape; I now claim the God given title, ‘MASTER OF MY FATE’…

OH, and you’re fired

I recommend you discard some weight.

Pay more attention to every precious moment.

To every smile given; 

To the laughter heard pouring from loved ones.., while they still can be heard… 

If you do this Mr. Past, 

If you comeback with the lessons learned..,

Then maybe,

Just maybe your spot can be re-earned… 



Prayer, for me, is a sanctuary from the troubles of this Life; Prayer is where my cares and worries are heard, where my Weakness is made strong… To ALL those that believe.., Prayer is where we find…

A Peace in Prayer

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I look at the reflection of Soul and see an image I haven’t seen before… 
I walk closer to the reflection, not understanding that, when I move closer- 

I begin to change into the very image that beckons me close…;

Joy begins to overflow and compassion pours from eye’s whose seen the extraordinary…. 

I AM with you!”

I hear, and a peace that I have never known washes over me…. 

I AM Home….”

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An Idea is the spark of creation. Its the precious ambers at the beginning of a Great raging flame of inspiration… and its fragile, delicate desire to live must be kept safe….

The Birth of Idea

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Resting in the space of silence, my thoughts emerge from shell reaching their freshly birthed hands sky-word., as I hear in creation a Heavenly Host shouting  in jubilation,

“Congratulations..!”

“WELL DONE…”

“it’s a precious Idea you have in your hands…”

Time to take action… Take every Day you see, and step forward into your moment… 

It is Time
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At the altitude where only Angels reside, held in thought are the Hopes of a Man… Painted, upon the tapestry of Greatness-

 He desires to make this Life such a sight-

attracting an audience, a Heavenly Host, peering into the window of time just to catch a glimpse of the approaching winds of change…, 

With the one voice of glorious expectation, 

They shout in unison…,

“They are ready..!” 

While it’s Today, I will spend my time wisely…

KILLING TIME

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I wake up to get my taste up, time for time too pay up, and get it in, Fat Joe style,  

“I’m all the way up!”

Putting demands on today, Commanding the morning, spiritual word play.

Staying on target, laser guided path painted and marked, no misfires, like the morning Sun my heart stays ignited.

Focused on my mission-

infiltrated the Fortress of Doubt, clasped its pillar’s, and ran out waving a high hand gripping the courage of a Dreamer-

Man,

Assassinating guilt and regret dissolving the old nature re-birthed into a Dream creator, while time passes by in a cloud of vapors.

Watching my ship come in, The only reason I’m at the Dock of the bay watching my mistakes roll away.

I guess I’m just killing time today…

Only the Memories, and the moments that shaped them.., Truly hold the value of this gift called Life…

A Fathers Silent Tear Drop

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With Ms Hill in the background with Passion I write with a frown when I look down seeing

my young seeds grow in a World I hardly recognize anymore. A World without loved ones

and friends held in thought and memory clinging to the lessons they gave me, their love

saved me from thoughts wrapped in stone trying to drown me in a river flowing violent,

running with violence in tow trying to drag its victims low, but I sowed good seed with

deep roots so no matter how the current rages I keep these seeds and their hopes anchored

to pages where my spirit dwells in-between lines bordering hidden tears… “God Bless the

Fathers that fight with me to up lift this next generation past tragedy, and wipe away

these tears no Man can see…, as they depart from me… “

I’ve said good bye to too many friends and family in the recent years…, and today i just realized I’m….

STILL IN MOURNING

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Heart heavy as memories tell me of stories written a time ago when life was a lil slow and

we didn’t carry the World in tow oh how I remember the smiles and laughter then comes

the morning after a blissful Dream scenes flipping like pages seen in books housing

pictures of moments captured…

Moments, God only knows, how I want them back….