May 2013

Featured poet of the month Brittany Soul has been cast in a few plays, and has co-written a couple as well including: Is that Man your Husband? Phase 3 with Ms. Michelle & DNA.  She’s done spoken word events at the Palms Resort here in Las Vegas at The Vegas Poetry Lounge. House of Blues at Mandalay Bay, and at Rok Vegas at New York New York

She’s opened for Mali Music in Las Vegas, has been featured on several albums such as: Ruyonga (Christian Hip Hop Artist), C.O.P (Hip Hop Christian Artist), and she is presently working on her own CD & poetry book.

 

Watch this YouTube clip of Brittany Soul as she performs a piece called  Keeping Myself Pure

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLp3jg8QuYY&feature=youtube_gdata_player

 

 

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April 2013

RESURRECTIONS: A POEM

Resurrections
I have known tombs
Dark, cavernous, water-deprived, silent
Tombs. I have buried my soul
Deep within these tombs.

But I have had enough of tombs,
Thus I resurrect myself,
Rolling the rock away from once-padded doors
like Jesus calling
Lazarus forth.

Looking back,
I realize the cocoon
Of locked rooms
Is a crouching dragon
Behind layers
Of me.

I will be visible
Loved trusted esteemed caressed, yes.
So when I look in the mirror
I’ll greet the trinity of
Me, myself and I—
The Ubiquitous Us.

I bow not to the twin gnomes, Abuse and Lies.
Behind the veil of
Self trust, I rise.
The layers of others’ approval
I peel away in
Peals of self-loving laughter.

In the rear of one tomb, I
Reach back for my Little Girl’s
Hand
Pet her cheeks
And brush neglect from her
Dress.

I embrace her, walk her to the Light.
Outside our room
I kneel before her scuffed
Cardboard-filled shoes.

Confused, she squints
Rubs memory from her
Eyes
Watery with scenes of
Being pushed aside
Looked over
Passed down
Given up
Left behind.

I teach her not to blame.
I teach her to cheerlead self.
I teach her every goal is within her reach.

“Don’t run,”
I tell her.
“When you are shown love, walk.
Don’t deny yourself, my dove, you
Deserve manna pouring
From the sky,
For there will be those
Who try
To sabotage your joy.
Push the boulder of faith
Uphill
Knowing you mistreat
Yourself
When you demand from others
What they cannot
Give.”

Little Girl understood,
Sat upon the rock
Beside me
While we soaked in
The sunset,
Resurrected us two,
Embracing
The
Love
Of
Self
We
Never
Knew.
Written By: Author, Writer & Poet Claudia Moss

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December 2012

Labyrinth

Tortured twists and Bewildering turns,

This Maze of Destiny, like fire does burn.

Unforeseen blessings, Moments of joy,

Beauty and Despair…the pawns of Her ploy?

Destiny is Character, is God, is Chance?

The Ending encoded or happenstance?

Struggling to find the Way,

Our Path remains obtuse,

Moral compass of limited use.

Choice is obscure,

We walk by Faith, by Love, by Fear.

Lessons to learn in this Grand Design.

History to walk,

Mountains to climb,

A Universal Puzzle of Space and Time.

The Path lit by confusion,

Frustrated Sojourners led by illusion.

Blue Prints obscured in Ancient Code.

Hearts try to translate,

Minds flex as we fuss,

Intuition implores us to trust.

Holy Books preach,

Religions map out a route,

But the Folly of Men enshrouds us in Doubt.

Our Spirit as Guide, we trek through the pain,

Abandoning ignorance, as wisdom we gain.

The Final destination many say they can see:

Destined for Bondage or Saved and Set Free?

I know for certain I’ve been here before,

On a night like tonight, on the very first floor.

Around the next corner, will I encounter the Door?

The most puzzling enigma we are meant to explore:

Only after our Exit from the Maze can its meaning be accounted for.

So, we continue trudging dimly through Knowledge and Grace,

By trial and error, we create a Map to the Divine Resting Place.

But the irony of Destiny, is everyone reaches the final Race.

No matter how cruel or loving their Pace.

For as we all entered into this Maze,

We will all exit one day, to our Maker to face.

Written By: Sara Gabriella –Writer, Actress, Model

You can check her website out @ http://saragabriella.com/

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November 2012

2b or not 2b (y does it matter)

could you recognize “normal”

if it wasn’t introduced to you?

and who r u the ‘the other person’

to gauge when it begins and where it

should end?

how did ‘normal’ become a tradition?

to cause me to question my characteristic

decisions.

i am who i am…

with many faults and great factors.

but your focus is on “that’s not normal”

*y does that matter?* (smh)

to live in a world – much less even a house

freeing ‘my’ normalcy

& ignoring your turned up mouths

well burn me at the stake

& ostracize me if u must

but i’m on the road to “individuality or bust”

Written By: Poet Skinimin

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This Poem is written by a teen poet. It shows that no matter how young you are, everyone experiences love.  Enjoy!

God Made You for Me
When God created you

He had me in mind

He knew for a fact that a good woman is hard to find.

When God created you

He established a beautiful design,

a prototype that would soon have our heart & soul intertwined.

I knew from the moment I met you

that you’d mend my broken heart.

I  knew that you’d challenge my mind

in addition to healing my  painful scars.

I knew we’d end up holding each other

and laughing at every little thing over the phone,

a reminder from God that I will never be alone.

I feel a sense of chemistry with you,

it’s a vibe that I can’t seem to describe.

The fire ignites inside my soul when I’m with you,

a feeling I can no longer hide.

You treat me like I’m perfect, despite my flaws

You’re always there whenever I call.

I thank you for being the queen you are, indeed

Again, when God created you, He made you for me.
Written By: Poet Malcolm

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October 2012

Prose

The sweet sound of your voice

The gentle touch of your hand

The electrifying kiss of your lips

The intensity of your strong embrace

I MISS YOU.

The depth of your thought

The light in your spirit

The joy in your smile

The peace in your eyes

I MISS YOU.

For all that you are

and all you have become in my life

I spend each day waiting, seeking, searching

to be with you again

I MISS YOU.

Written By: Calidiva

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September 2012

Just A Reminder

This is not a poem more of a reminder that you're awesome, 
but somewhere along the line your perception was shifted 
now it's me that you can't stand.
I am just an indication that no matter how long you stand in front of me 
you're still inadequate to magazines 
your idea of beauty is in the beholder 
of whoever is at the top of your playlist, 
comparing yourself to a dime is what you settle for 
so pregnant with whispers of boys that seep venom into your womb, 
you can't even conceive the truth.
I am just a gesture that no matter how many lashes you put on 
no matter how much mascara you smear across them 
they still won't amount to the lashes HE bore for you.
I'm a hint that no matter how much you think your six inch heels hurt 
its nothing compared to having a needle forced through them. 
I am the voice in the back of your head 
letting you know that makeup can only conceal so much, 
instead of eyeliner you need to align yourself, 
you can only let the shadows hide your eyes for so long 
before HE lets HIS light shine through.

By: Krystal (Kryssy) McCoy

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August 2012

Him

Everything heaven promised
And earth cannot find
Transcending beyond every scar I can find
Within Me
Into Me
Energy , like the supreme being but slightly lower
It’s Him
Depth
Inches
Height
Blind vision
Great vision
I eat his thoughts
Live off his words
Embrace his soul
My reason
It’s
Him
Simply Him

Written By Poet and Radio Personality on Jackson Truth Radio : Toyia Parker

You can follow her on twitter @followtoyia

May 2012

You Are

You are a walking miracle,
You are everything a woman should be,
You are the reason I sleep so peacefully at night,
Girl don’t every leave me,

Baby girl YOU ARE,
You are very special,
Yeah,
You are a rose drifting among the sea,
You are my heart hidden melody,
I think God heaven has brought you to me,

Lay here don’t you go nowhere,
Let me fix you something to eat,
Let me massage your mind,
Feed you grape while we drink the finest wine,
And let’s make love until we both fall to sleep,

Baby girl YOU ARE,
You are very special,
Yeah,
You are a rose drifting among the sea,
You are my heart hidden melody,
I think God that heaven has brought you to me,

Hello to all the good times,

Goodbye to the lonely nights and misery,
You are the reason the sunshine
We agreed to give love a try,
In my arms is the place to be,

Baby girl YOU ARE,
You are very special,
Yeah,
You are a rose drifting among the sea,
You are my heart hidden melody,
I thank God that heaven has brought you to me,
Girl it’s ok,
Dry your eyes the rainy days are over,
You no longer have to look over your shoulder,
For I’m not going nowhere,

Written By Marcus Webb
© Marcus Webb
All Rights Reserved

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April 2012

What Could Have Been

Bitter sweet resonates through my mind

Since you disappeared from me

You wrote me sweet words

Stroked my mind ever so gently

Sent my spirits aloft with verbal penetration

Now who will reconstruct my dilapidated heart

And rescue me; you unkindly woke me

In the middle of finishing my dream

Can I master a game

That I never played

I’ve ran scenarios through my mind

One million and a half times and out of all those thoughts

Never once did I imagine loss or losing you

Disappointment gave way to doubt

Doubt pushed me into confusion

Confusion suffocated trust and without trust

There is nothing but fond memories of us

So if I am condemned to a mere memory

Let it serve as remembrance of what could have been

If you and I were so blessed to have never known our end.

Written By: A.S. Bailey

copyright 2011

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March 2012

True Love

Thinking bout’ that in which I think about and in pondering mine own thoughts momentarily, I am cautioned incredibly so in careful complicated consideration of concluding otherwise, and rightly justified for no meager explanation would justly suffice as to why, for in the depths of the thinking man’s mind does a question that has sho’ nuff’ riddled the ages of all times appear sighted full circle… I’ve come to find, time would reveal time and time again, and the uncertainty is… Where and exactly when did we go wrong?… and with the slight of hand at the master’s command we will before long, understand it mo’ better by and by…

By and by Lord when the morning comes with all Gods saints gathered and assembled coming together as one… and of all of the possibilities of messengers to reach the message to man of every birth with the answer sweet Jesus gave the key… far from heaven sent comes now Sinn’s very own son, none the less he shall remain Anonymous?.

To tell the story of how it came over into vivid fruition, to tell how plagued we are by a contagious sickness with no definition or medical terminology giving elucidation of the symptoms for urgent care and I’m talkin’ with the quickness. Checking in into St. Elsewhere the victims sittin’ spiritually contaminated from utter abominable malpractice and exposure to no immediate medical attention just left there to die I can’t lie.

Surely sore and furthermore illin’, diagnosis 123 and 4 success less in the race to find a cure aspiring to relinquish this gut feelin’ yet and still insufficient in the area of the proper prognosis even with the use of the latest diagnostic method in determining the exact cause, cough,  pause… of an aching ailing, seemingly incurable illness… Life does no longer love and people are cruel unloving and the scenery no longer lovely, but God don’t like ugly, it was written.

My Lord, my Lord here I am and to thee I stand without stretched hands as a weary feeble man at thy throne of grace once more and again, in the need of answers I am and I don’t mean to bother…but…

Father my brothers and sisters in which you have loved so dearly are sick, and are in dire need of deliverance from an afflicting affliction, for they still have not yet learned to love ye one another as you have loved them.

Now tell me how is it now then that they boast out loud, even heard from the mouth of babes of loving you in whom they have never ever seen or even heard, proclaiming to believe and stand on his word and in the greatness of the master architect and carpenters work yet they have not witness the craftsmanship of this slick crafty craftsman at his finest, for it was from dirt of the earth that G made man I’m reminded.

And I’ve learned how still bound by the bindings of the world man still is, found heeding to the false calls of pretend Shepherd’s voices echoing all over everywhere that once got lost in translation in the midst of the wolves in sheep’s clothing, the perfect explanation, as to why the sheep still can’t find their way, but I just can’t seem to understand boss the other hand I gotta say.

Because if all this be true why is it on the other hand brother. Brother, in whom he sees daily, he in truth covets envy’s and hates. With pre meditated intentions to spitefully misuse until he become almost used all up. When does enough become enough sir, this brutal abuse I declare got me feelin’ I can’t go on no further? So I just gotta throw up my hands in demand of an answer.

And it came to pass across time to I intriguing sometimes, but ride the waves of my mind and see things in a fine brand new light, in spite what you might by now have concluded as my untold truths.

The truth is the light and the truth shall set you phree victory indeed in the eye of the beholder lo’ and behold, trust and believe the truth now in the grasp of the “who so ever’s”, who so ever that believes whole heartedly… on HIM are healed and only these them shall no longer perish but gain life eternal for God so loved the world. It is written.

I’m a try and say it slick mean like a young Rev. Al Green I’m talkin’ bout love. Love… a word that comes and goes yo’ 4 sho’ but few people really know folks what it means to truly, truly, and I do mean truly… love somebody just to be frank Kirkland that is. Love so many people use your name in vain and those who have faith in you sometimes go astray

Oooh I’d love to love somebody alright lovely like love thy neighbor as thyself right, but thyself don’t know thy neighbor that well and as you can probably already tell as  well, that there ain’t no love lost neither here nor over there, and just as well whosoever believeth that thy neighbor is synonymous with the communion held with thy self and the occupants adjacent from the homestead anyway makes one sadly mistaken taken in what is readily known on the bibliographical characterizations of the word and its spiritual derivation rooted… disputin’ contrary theory and any other of a number of pre conceived notions posted like a posted in the back of the untrained mind that has been utilized as the point of focus for ions without a shadow of a doubt… verily I say unto thee no help or hope for the hopin’ hopeless it don’t seem to be, no less I press my way until we meet again at an understanding.

Love…I know love, the wise say it’s better to have loved than to never love at all, but ya’ll I stand to bear witness that there is no greater love, no greater love than of a man who’d lay down his life and give up the ghost for friendship, for I know that mostly all church folks are outwardly pleasant and friendly, but deep down dirty they ain’t always your friend but to deliver us from evil his highness loving kindness stepped in impeccably timely and he loved me better. He loved me mo’ better than my brethrens so-called brotherly love did, true love right down to the letter.

Righting in the mind of me the wrongs taught by observance of religious tradition. Years of religion, systematic practice of 6 day sinnin’ slash Sunday shoutin’ and sainted showmanship  with repentance represented by the lack there of.

But what I’m talkin’ bout’ is True Love, patient love, kind love, a love that can only come from a intensely intense intimate adoring admiration relationship real friendship trip. All expense paid in blood love, the ultimate love to conquer all, and to him the bounty on my soul was worth the price of the life of a lowly and mild sacrificial lamb and all to him I owe. I love him for he heard my cry a pitied my groans. Yet to him it wasn’t the thrill of the kill I’m told but the pace of the chase for the race is not given to the swift, but to those who endure to the end, and it came to pass as the night drew nigh round about the 3rd hour on the 5th day a feelin’ that I just can’t turn a loose and nothing can compare to this feeling that I have. The world didn’t give it and the world can’t take it away for up above my head I hear music in the air, accompanying alongside a new hope of a God somewhere who loves me so this I know for my heart declares his name…

There is a name I love to hear I love to sing his praise.

It sounds like music in my ear the sweetest name on earth.

Oh, how I love Jesus… Oh how I love Jesus, Oh how I love Jesus… Because He first loved me.

Written By: A.P.

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January 2012

Internal Bleeding

How can you cry when you have been bread to shed no tears?

Keep the doors closed, disregard emotion

and walk with no fear.

My house has no windows and appears to be made of stone,

but if you look closely

there are cracks where you can see a glimpse to a place that is never shown.

Inside this house you will find many things,

love, loyalty and respect burned into the walls with a color that resembles over cooked

onion rings.

The alarm clock isn’t noisy or loud,

but wakes me up to a more familiar sound, “forgiveness”

when I rise and when I rest,

even when unplugged the sound can still be heard throughout the halls,

so for now this tone works best.

As I try to digest

the pain, emotion fills my cup like puddles when it rains.

JaNoy -Poet, trainer, entrepreneur

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November 2011

The Parallel Marriage

First there was God and Man-

And God said lets make man in our own image, according to our own likeness;

And with one breath, not just any breath but one that was filled with respect, freedom, trust, affection and a love so deep the world will never understand,

And His bride was born.

A marriage now formed from heaven between the two for an eternity,

A vow given!

A vow of protection, to protect in the stormiest of weathers,

To protect from all dangers, enemies and harm

For the Sheppard her husband watches over her.

A vow to provide and a vow of rest,

A promise to restore her soul!

By a gentle nudge, or by a whisper of his voice he guides her to righteousness

He said she should never fear because his arms are wrapped around her and there she should find comfort and security.

His regards for her are higher than any other, no one can take her place

He anoints her head for fullness, for as long as she is his bride there will always be abundance of goodness and love,

And they will dwell together forever.

He know her thoughts, He knows her weakness, He knows her strengths

The intimacy they share can only be known by them

As he wraps her in his love, and covers her in his grace

All the blemishes, spots and wrinkles seem to fade.

Because of the love so great He has for her, He humbled himself even onto death

Though she knows the truth about her past, her wrongs and the mistakes she has made

And will never see herself as perfect

He will always gaze upon her beauty, for He is her salvation!

And then there was Man and Woman-

Will you honor, respect, trust and obey?

Do you vow to protect, lead, and provide

Just as Christ did for His bride?

Will you restore me in the time of weakness?

Will you let me rest when I’m tired and worn?

Will you gently remind me of our love and guide me through the valleys to come

Will you wrap me safely in your arms and keep me safe from harm?

Will you belong to me only and not replace me with another

Can I count on you to pray for me in my time of weakness?

Will you acknowledge my strengths?

Will you be able to reassure me, so when I feel unsure my blemishes, spots and wrinkles will fade away?

And though I’m not perfect will you still gaze upon my beauty

And know that I am your bride?

If you have answered yes to these questions, you have just vowed to love me as God loves his bride (the church)

And I now vow to love, honor, respect, and submit you as my husband

The head of my household

For I am a woman who fears the Lord

For I do not want to do noble things but surpass them

I shall not bring shame to your name

My arms have been prepared and are strong for the task at hand

The Lord our God has clothed me with strength and dignity

Strength for our family as I watch over the affairs of our household

And dignity that will bring respect to you in your land

I pray that you will have confidence in me, bless me and see me as blessed

For without God we are nothing!

What God has put together let no man put asunder.

By: Elisa Wood 

Check out her blog at http://restministries.blogspot.com/

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Sincerely Yours

Dear you,

It’s been forever since I’ve written and I hope that by the time, my thoughts reach your mind, all is fine and I find you abundantly blessed. I guess what I’m trying to say is hello none-the-less.

It was just the other day or so you where in my day dream this mystical mistress, this damsel in distress called out for a knight to save you and I became the deepest darkest night in sight in spite what came after dusk and I saved dear you.

And while riding off into the sunset the sun set on our short journey.

As the world kept turning round and round the gravity slowly pulled us apart weighing me down to the ground, and somehow… signals got crossed… and barriers began to erect themselves… and obstacles became more difficult… and it seemed as if no light would ever join darkness in balance. Loving you wasn’t the issue rather I was challenged more so by the male ego caught up in superficial.

Then BANG… as quick as the blink, before the second, during possibly the last minute of my miserable life, I see it all.

Everything… right before my eyes my whole video exposed in the blink… of a…you know… I try to deny what occurred over time. What we set out to build, I destroyed and I didn’t know exactly why. Why, why, why I was so displaced, you know body from soul that I became bitter and heartless; a faceless waste of precious space, but that’s not the purpose nor is it the intention, of this non fiction ascription amid my memories, memorized multiple times of Sincerely Yours.

I mean when I was sincerely yours you inspired me and after turning over every stone I found my everything in you.

All of my… hopes and dreams, my finer thing, a life for me, in the midst of my misery. You understand me, you showed me plenty, my best friend we… simply made mo better music together than apart.

Joy in sorrow, my lost love from a past life time became a brand new hope for tomorrow back when I was sincerely yours.

Since the day you entered my life I’ve believed I could fly.

Our natural so high that we didn’t walk streets paved with gold rather walking on cloud number 9 we glide across and you hold me tight, my head scraping the sky and I knew right then, that this is how love is supposed to be… but life…

Life is always changing, constant re-arranging, but nothin’ ever changes with you.

Though all the many places, filled with many different faces, still my most favorite face is… you.

I guess, if I know better, I better learn to love you better, talkin sweet to the letter, because for now and furthermore forever I am and will always be…If I know better…

Sincerely Yours, A.P.

Written By: Poet and Spoken Word Artist, A.P.

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April 2011

lest we forget  -

for people who have forgotten their humanity when the pursuit of divinity is enough…

how can you exist? call yourselves CHRISTians and forget your humanity?

when the HIM that is in you never abandoned HIS?

do you understand CHRIST resurrected in the same body HE was crucified in?

that means HE rose in the same body HE died in

CHRIST ascended butdidn’t leave HIS body behind HIM

HE is human in the same body HE is divine in

i urge you to be scholarly but biblically for 37 seconds and consider colossians chapter 2 verse 9  — “for in HIM all the fullness of deity dwells in bodily form”. . .

it dwells not dwelled— dwells as in presently not dwelled as in past—do the math

colossians was well written well after the crucifixion, resurrection, and ascension

do you understand? there two natures in one CHRIST

HIS humanity and divinity, HIS human nature and spirituality

both exist in HIS glorified anatomy—now i dare you to get mad at me and act as if i’m telling you something new when ancient texts have already told you

hebrews 6 mentions this “JESUS has entered as a forerunner for us having become a high priest forever. . .” now a spirit alone cannot be a priest so CHRIST without humanity means priesthood has ceased

and consider what HIS priesthood means to us—“forerunner” means HE forever intercedes for us

do you understand that JESUS is fully divine and fully man! and like divine poetry HE was THE WORD who was GOD and was with GOD and became flesh and lived—truly lived—just to die so that we could live and not truly die—do you understand?!

or maybe you don’t—maybe you’re confused—maybe you look to the pulpit from pews asking how can CHRIST exist in heaven as both human and divine if flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of GOD?

but i urge you once again to be scholarly but biblically for 37 seconds and consider luke chapter 24 verse 39 around the time CHRIST resurrected from the tomb having still retained the wounds of HIS crucifixion said to HIS disciples “behold MY hands and MY feet, that it is i MYSELF. handle ME and see, for a spirit does not have flesh and bones as you see i have.”

do you understand?

HE was not spirit alone but flesh and bones not flesh and blood because there was no more in HIM—HE shed it all for us, bled it all for us, every last drop for us, shed it all on the cross for us until there was nothing left but flesh and bones and divinity.

So how can you exist call yourself CHRISTians and forget your humanity when the HIM that is in you never abandoned HIS?

i urge to live more than 37 seconds—live instead of living in a society who denies humanity for the pursuit of piety

do you understand?

humanity is not a metaphor for our flesh and its propensity to sin? humanity is the translation of all the things CHRIST felt and feels in the same flesh we are in

we have forgotten our humanity, we have forgotten that CHRIST wept, HE was tempted, HE feared but then prayed and overcame, HE worshipped, HE grew in wisdom, HE was misunderstood, HE enjoyed the company of his friends, HE celebrated, HE helped, HE got tired, HE thought HE labored, and HE loved–we have forgotten

and choose not to lean on HIM when HE felt and feels what we do

so i urge to exist more than 37 seconds—exist—call yourselves CHRISTians and never forget yours or mine or CHRIST’S humanity

this is for people who have forgotten their humanity when the pursuit of divinity is enough. . .this is for us

Written By: Shayla Love-poet, and actress

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April 2010

Moving Mountains -

My life shifted in ways I couldn’t imagine and could not see
He moved a mountain, but all I saw was the wavering of a tree
I lacked the faith of even a mustard seed
I didn’t know, didn’t acknowledge or didn’t really believe
How could He be so great, but all the while go unseen
Conceived me in His image, He said greater is in me
Pushed around by life until I decided to let Him lead
Gave birth to all the drama, sin and greed
Don’t think I’m better than you, just trying to be better than me
I’m under construction, rebuilt from the ground
I can appreciate the stronger foundation that I have found
Thought I was laid off, but it was just a change in atmosphere
In another place he decided to leave, so my open door was near
I count it all Glory, now that I can see
The Lord does move mountains; He definitely did it for me
I bought his dream and chased it for ten too many years
All the tissue in the world could not dry up all the tears
Holding onto nothing, in exchange for my fears
A losing battle, but fought my way for a little hope and cheer
I AM was working behind the scenes, for what my eyes weren’t ready to see
My future was His present until I was ready to be free
Ok, I see…
I thank the Lord for moving these mountains for me.

Tina Adkins A.K.A So Real
Check out her site at http://www.sorealmc.com/

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March 2010

Daughter  -

I am the daughter of a woman so strong

she wants to give up, but she keeps pressing on.

I am the daughter of a woman so brave,

taking so many chances before she hits the grave.

I am the the daughter of a woman so smart

she knows what I am thinking right from the start.

I am the daughter of a woman so fly

she’s not afraid to yell her praises to the sky.

And I am the daughter of God’s great creation,

and I’ll pass on the message to each generation.

Written By: Poet and writer K. Leshae

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November 2008

Time Wasters -

In all the time we waste

A life could be saved,

A murderer could be found,

World hunger could end,

But we are time wasters

of the worst kind.

Think of now and not then.

Think of others not you.

Open a door to a world of peace.

Keep your time

Because in the end

When time is at its end

All that unwasted time

Is truly a miracle.

Written By: Poet, and writer K. Leshae