It is expressed openly,
In the environment in which they live.
This enviousness,
Often oppresses…
Those who are afflicted with this sickness.
And it is handed down through generations,
As if the display of it is a gift!
It should be quarantined,
The moment it is witnessed.
Addressed for what it is and dealt with!
Or it will decay any relationship,
That becomes exposed and associated to it!
Look around.
I am sure it’s not difficult to see,
The evidence of it wherever it sits.
However…I am inspired to experience my life.Enjoying the creativity that it offers.I certainly can not sit to limit myself,In restrictions.I am a part of this…Life as it is.I am not into the correction of semantics.Or will allow my creative aspirations,To become diminished,By those passing judgements.In whispered innuendos.And I am grateful to God…Who has allowed my…
Spiced with the language,You will understand as you read.You’ve been sugarized so long!Without the use of it…You attack those who speak truth,Believing their perceptions of your life is wrong!Every belief you have has been fantasized.And those who know you better than I do…Run to you quicker to tell you the biggest lies.Quicker they are to…
It may be a word…Or something that I’ve heard,That turns my head around.Often when I read,I get ideas that are teased…By a thought that becomes solid,And sound!And then I realize,Even I can become quite surprisedHow my mind is ‘lifted’…With bits of mental treasures.Where they sit to be discovered!And when they ‘gift’ as they are found!
And what I choose next,To think.That brings an understanding.Has been commanded by My Father.And I follow.Faithfully everyday,With each step I take.Has been commanded by My Father.And I follow.Sometimes with my head up in the clouds,I follow.Sometimes with doubts that come and I allow,I follow.Sometimes in the rain to get soaked with regret.Feeling I have not…
You don’t have it like that here!Nor would you ever have it.Like that.Your attitude has crossed the border of respect.I don’t subject myself to that BS.I am not that poetic.Not to find reason or rhyme,Or time to take in my life to define.My hospitality is not shown out of desperation.I hope you did not make…
When I am at home plate…I aim to send a message.I do not condone,A weaking of my fate.With a static that is ‘rapped’.I’ve waited too long,To correct many wrongs.Those of which…A stagnation was pitched.To find me in a pity.Lost in a deep darkened ditch.I come out swinging!I don’t need a damn bat.When I am at…
