TEARS of JOY
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The puddles of tears build as waters flood from eyes who’ve seen the bright horizon of Hope..; So many tears have waited to fall- IN THE NAME OF JOY… They fall before the feet of Hope…
Category: spoken word
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..!”
New Day, New Light, New Breath, New YEAR…!
The Dawn is here!
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I shadow the footsteps blazed by a star-
I gazed at the horizon and smiled when I saw the approaching light once covered,
NOW,
Wings take up the call to wake up and escape…
The Wilderness,
Can nolonger dictate your fate…
WELCOME,
Finally
to Paradise….
A Shriek Amber Explodes through the depths of Darkness which blanketed the Stars… “IT is TIME…”
CARPE DEIM
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“I walk in the Morning shadows of greatness…. ‘
‘What an amazing Dawning of my Time!'”
“Destiny arises early from its slumber beckoning me to embrace its warmth…”
“So I seize its amazing grace!”
Battling a villain you can’t see, just the emotional residue of what was left from the Battle is all you have… your wounds, your defeats, your VICTORIES.
THE MAN BEHIND THE MIRROR
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WHO ARE YOU?
Eyes reflect a savage desire to quench a burning fire,
But the flames that rage will not be so easily extinguished-
Freedom,
I breathe this!
I’ve tasted its sweet notes, like properly aged Wine,
IT IS MY TIME
My time to finally take up the courage to open LIFE;
To say to that Man, hiding behind the mist and fog of imagined regrets and failures,
DEPART FROM ME.
The Mirror splits in two like a vail split down the middle after the sacrifice was made…
I scream to the Man, as we prepare to once again battle for supremacy to own this Born Identity…,
Fighting for the survival of ‘Me’.
Tired of listening to His doubts and fears, my ears yearn for encouragement;
So in the Throne room, I sit listening to Truth reveal hidden secrets the Man in the Mirror has kept from me for ages and now as the mist departs-
I see lurking in the distance a Man;
Now with fear in his monstrous eyes…
“He knows-”
His time is Short…
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…
SEIZE THE DAY
FOCUSED
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Cruising on cloud 9 like a smart missile;
Leaving the school of hard knocks with an early dismissal.
Dreams burn in my heart like a freshly fired pistol, leaving shots fired creating wholes in the mental, picture, held in my past;
Picked up extra credit so I learned fast, and built new hopes in the aftermath.
Doubt left decimated, purpose no longer isolated, taken off the back burner-
When it comes to Hope I’ma fast learner.
Adding action to wishes the ingredients of a Dream. Let’em soak in my thoughts, like a lobster in a pot, until they scream-
RELEASE ME…
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….
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