If I had sat with wishes and dreams…
I could not return feeling fulfilled,
And this serene!
I’m glad you welcome me back home!
To allow me to adventure and roam alone!
With you I want to share and learn.
And continue to feel your love I’ve earned!
Although it is given…
I will never be driven,
To throw it away!
Or be persuaded,
By temptations that may yearn!
I am so glad…
You welcomed me back.
I feel more alive…
With more of ‘me’
That’s back on track!
‘Well…First of all,You know we’ve been toldHe is ‘suppose’ to be honest.Perhaps He is Independent?That’s how I conceive of Him.I’m sure He is neither.And yet…At the same time all of that! ‘Then why do those divided,Come together to cry to God!Whenever they wish their needs met?IF He is the Oneness they believe Him to be?Praying…
At the dropp of a hat.Wanting some folks to know,They were special to me.Those days are gone.And so are old agendas!I’ve updated my own needs.And I no longer believe…I should find myself last,On a list of important things to get done.If I don’t think I belong at number one…No one will believe I deserve to…
To get into a debate,Over how your answer was delivered?Although the content was not the issue,As much as the way it was done.And then that person tells another,What you had said…That should have been said with more tact!Then you find yourself,Wishing to have not responded at all.And if you had done that…You would have been…
The suppressed have always felt…They could not deal with it at all.They were used to peddle issues to confuse,Suckered suburbanites believing their lifestyles excite.Keeping this cat and mouse game teased…While thieves in suits ran off with the cheese!None of it makes sense.And that is the intention.Slums are created for ghetto-ites…To endorse services for the poor…
A scene that rarely happens.Or the sight and sound,Of someone tap dancing on their knees.It would seem out of place.Such disparities as these.And applesauce is not tossed,From grapevines on grass dewedBy morning mist.Unless it is composed…As an artist’s rendition on an oiled canvas.And strangers passing one another,In total darkness are not aware they are there.Would…
Smothering emotion.An embittered heart…Only stings with venom,To poison and freely give!Hatred is such a selfish thing!Leaving a deepened emptiness…To surface a sickness felt,And sharing with othersA saddened offering!That returns despair…To those believing,A thoughlessness hatred feltGets them somewhere!To find themselves surrounded,By others like them…Justified and processed equally,Into shallow thoughts uncaring!
