#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — I Pray About You

I Pray About You

I pray before I speak to you
Pray that my words will be tempered with the truest love of God
I hope in faith that God will speak the truth and that my own voice will be stilled
And that your precious heart, mind and soul will receive
Whatever God chooses to give through me
I pray that our intentions towards each other will be in the blessed will of God
No questions
No doubt
No hesitation
Just truth… and peace… and love… and joy
Sometimes I pray to God that He let me hold you for hours at a time
I ask my Father to guide me concerning you
To make me that special soul friend
Whether He joins us romantically or not
To make you that special soul friend to me
I pray
I pray that God blesses you with the truest knowledge of Him
That your life always be tempered by an awareness of His will for you
And that you walk boldly and joyfully in that perfect will of God for your life
I ask God that He keep your health and the health of those close to you
And that if His will is for challenges, that He gives your heart peace
Peace in the midst of the trials
I pray
I pray about you

(originally posted on livejournal.com Feb. 19th, 2005 at 10:05am)

In 2005 I was very much in my piety even though I did not attend church regularly. This poem was about someone that I had just recently come into contact with after not speaking for about a year.


#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — (untitled rap)


Can’t explain all the pain
Of situations I’m in
I live my life alone
As if I’m on an island
On the grind
till I shine
like a thousand diamonds
Making moves to prove
My material worth
Even though I know
My treasure is not on earth

(originally posted on livejournal.com Feb. 17th, 2005 at 3:58pm)


#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — SAVE THE GHETTO CHILDREN


From deep in the core of the inner cities a cry has risen
A battle cry from the heart as they shout:
From the tenements and the slums they come
. looking as debris on the seas shifting
Cold reality in their eyes. Hear their cries:
Roaches and rats and slum property tax
.    won’t buy decent education
We must balance this equation
Or face the repercussions as a nation
You may mock in jubilation
But temporary will be your elation
If you do not make immediate reparations
On this detestable situation
That has been allowed to persist even after
. the Declaration of Independence
. the writing of the Constitution and
. subsequent amendments required after
. the release of the Emancipation Proclamation
Now over a century has passed and they may ask
Is this the only legacy that we have willed them?
To this I say: let the foundations rock and sway
Until they heed today as we cry into the fray:

How shall they be saved?
By educating the adults who keep them in their care
Making them mindful, ever vigilant, and aware
we must improves their homes and provide them tomes
From which they can read the things they need
To know in order to grow and be inspired to move higher
And finally
Remove poverty which enslaves mentally
Fed by the see of greed to be perpetuated institutionally
These institutions of destruction must be disbanded
.     in order to heal poor communities
We can no longer let demagogues act with impunity
Instead create in it’s place and erasure of hate
.     by the truest peace
But until it’s release we must hit the streets
With the battle cry in our mouths as we shout
Up to the heavens until we fill them
With the haunting refrain of the core of our pain:

(originally posted on livejournal.com Feb. 16th, 2005 at 2:50pm)

This poem is on my CD “The Words I Hold” it still reads relatively well after all these years and when I perform it is still the most requested poem I’ve written. 


#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — snippet: better than you think

better than you think

Not because I think that I am better than you
But because I am better than you think I am

(originally posted on livejournal.com Feb. 10th, 2005 at 10:44am)

I suppose I could count this as a VERY SHORT poem…
Do couplets count as poems? :-)