Wednesday, December 28, 2011
I am Only a Shell
I am only a shell. Created for purpose, but to no avail. My voice remains quiet while my Spirit yells. Help, me before I fail.
All this time, I thought I heard my own heart beat. But I’ve discovered it was only my Spirit trying to break free. Get these demons off of me. I cannot accept defeat.
I remember hearing the Spirit from age of innocence. My shell of a mind couldn’t make sense of it. So I filled up my mind with thoughts too dense. And used emptiness as my defense.
God had another plan for my life. Full of the gifts (which encompass strife). Prayer isn’t enough; it will not suffice. Not for understanding of an abundant life.
I am only flesh. This world will surely lead me to death. And my Spirit dies too if I don’t pass this test. Like energy, I cannot stay at rest.
All this time, I’ve been in the dark. Spirit lurking, hungry as a shark. God says, “Take your Spirit out of park…” Time for me to make my mark.
Can’t blend worldly and spiritual together. I choose Life; I like it better. But I have die to get there; I’m down for whatever. Ties to earth, I must sever.
I thought I knew myself well. But my voice remains quiet while my Spirit yells. Lord, help me before I fail. I am only a shell.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
The 1
I remember asking someone
How did she know when she met “the one”
With no drawn out stories relative to none
She replied, “I knew it before it was done”
I contemplated
Raised my head, yet hesitated
For the look on her face was validated
Love had her elated
Love comes from the love of the Father
If that’s misunderstood, why bother?
This type of love pushes us farther
Makes us love deeper and harder
I didn’t know until I got it
I didn’t have to mimic it and wasn’t taught it
Wasn’t thrown out and I bought it
Simply said, I just got it
So I guess the saying goes
When you know, you know
Can’t wait to watch it continue to grow
And I never wanna let it go…
Momentary Confinement
Anxiety creeping
Conscious seeping
Internal weeping
I put myself aside
Heart is racing
Breath escaping
Thoughts worth debasing
Mind runs and hides
Heart on sleeves
Trembling of the knees
100 degrees
There’s no more air
Fear surrounded
Life compounded
Reflect astounded
That I am there