Not Left

If not one knows the day, time or hour, why do we still follow and live off of the predictions of man, one who misguides us away from Autumn sunshines into cloudy May showers. Must it take the end to help us realize what we failed to do in the beginning? Yet even now we use our ignorance to justify our desires to continue sinning. Lets us open our eyes, so we are not blind leading the blind. For we know if we fulfill God's purpose, there should be no worries about being left behind...

Wishing

Wishing on a star, sounds good but it may not change who you are. Wishing on a dream, at times makes our life not as hard as it seems. Coming in before the street light comes on, taking all precautions to prevent all possible wrong. Capturing each moment, praying that it's not our last. So focused looking behind us, the current moment  has now become our past. Stutter stepping to the beat of the "influential,"  not mindful of what these beats may lead us into.  Unsure if I should clap my hands or fold them to pray, for these very beats may bring me closer to my dying day. Which star then holds my wish to stay alive? Which dream then will reveal the ways in which I can survive? These things we may never know, but when asked "why faith?" we can tell them "because the Bible tells me so." And look beyond those beautiful stars and that one wish, instead praise the Holy one who surpasses it.

The Never Alone

Walking into the unknown is not always so easy, but, we manage to do it each and every day. We live our lives fearlessly, accepting the inevitable, that one day our walk will surely end. Granted we live in a world full of hate, the universe was created with God's love. So, as we walk into our unknown, let us make it known who exactly we are walking for.

Cuts

A sharp tongue inflicts a lot of pain, and causes an unmeasurable amount of damage..For this reason it is preferred to be the first weapon of choice, but the last line of defense. What and/or who created this mentality, that the one who hurts the most by these empty words, has lost the war? Perhaps the ones who hurt the most are only a pure reflection of God's tears. Perhaps these tears are not a result of such venomous tongues, but in fact tears of His children that now carry the cross that was once carried for them. One day closer to eternal happiness, one day further from such sharp tongues. Such sharp tongues; tongues created from fear of a war that they know they will lose.

Reality Assaulted Popularity

Popularity-what and/or who defines the world of popularity? More importantly, when was it ever considered popular to be what everyone else thought you should or ought to be. How much of the earth's population is popular? Is a person who walks that never learned to crawl considered to be a person who sought out to live a mundane life because they will have never experienced "life on the wild side." somewhere over the artificially painted rainbow, lies an explanation and reasoning of this current society. It is there, true happiness will be revealed through the walls of 2.5 billion dollar homes. Beauty will reflect off of mirrors in celebrity dressing rooms, under five inches of thick mascara, maybelline lipstick and 12 inch false eye lashes. One day I'll wish upon a star and wake up where this crazed population is behind me...  

Better Off

Crying just isn't enough anymore.  No one is listening anyways. The eyes and ears of the people have gone astray, looking for a more easier and convenient solution. The solution that one will not have to fight for. The solution that will take away only a second of pain, and leave us looking for more. How silly of us to think that we can avoid a war that has already begun. Spending so much time and effort pointing fingers and throwing stones, failing to realize how much damage has already been done. So wipe those tears, those of this world will see you cry and bury your violin with greed and soot. Instead, stand high with eyes forward and know you are always better off living a Godly life on a righteous foot.

Already Dead

It has been two years, three months and give or take a few days, since I have been shot. Though as the years progress I still fear that the future that I desire for my children to have will be extinct, only recognized as a dream that I once had. The future that consisted of people just being people agreeing to disagree, and a bitter sweet taste of the fruit that grows on the other side of the tree. But the reoccurrences of meeting face to face with the walking dead are beginning to happen far too often now. You are aware that we walk among the un-living? Among people who feel that there is absolutely nothing wrong with hurting innocent people. Among people who find pleasure in a stranger's demise. This species of people no longer possess the emotion to feel, because they are already dead...Somewhere after they lost the innocence that they once possessed as a small child, they became influenced and misguided. And we, you know the ''living,'' some of us have either striven to show compassion, or proven their reasoning for choosing to be without love, to be right and justifiable.  We do this by simply segregating ourselves from the ''strange'' and ''uncommon'' folk that society may or may not evaluate before considering them to be okay to walk on the same brown dirt that most don't even acknowledge. Only by then they are already disassociated with the rest, and have turned to something and or someone that is so common and familiar to how they feel, forgotten and neglected. They become the living dead. Who are we then, if we never attempted to reach out to them fast enough? Though there is only so many tiny hours in a day that you may not see the end of.

Could You tell that I Follow Him?

If I wore rings and tattoos from head to toe, would that grant the rest of the world the opportunity to know? If I hung with darkness who killed and stole, would that imply that there is only darkness in my soul? Yet, "who do the people say I am?"(Luke 9:18). Would they know that I followed Him? Or do I hide Him behind the words that I speak? Through talks of sweet seduction and revenge, grant full satisfaction and pleasure, yet talks of God makes stomachs weak. Becoming caught up into this spiritual warfare that we wage, still blaming our ignorance on our spiritual maturity age. And God's disappointments we blame on the devil, so we find ourselves digging our own graves with the Lord's shovel. And that Sword that gives us wisdom of life, we choose not to use, instead we cut with our toungs man-made knowledge that we abuse. Could you tell us in a crowd of one million, as worshippers that give God all praises? Or would we be camoflaged by our action supporting drunken foolery in places where hell raises? Could you tell that I follow You? That every night I get on my knees to pray? Or do you ignore it because you know that I will hurt you the following day? It's Satan that I would rather not meet. Yet the closer I seek to find you, the more I feel his heat. You sent your son to take our place, and still our transgressions seem hard to face. And through this dark pathway that is quite often cold and dim, I will see the brighter side because I know I follow Him.

After While

Just starting to let it all sink in. Though life has brought forth to me many enemies, down the line I made some friends. I'm swimming the deep in, and even though nobody knows I'm breathing, I'm saying goodbye to high and dry. That's when I'm going to get up, and never look down. Though I'm standing still, the world still turns around. And even though it still stings just a little, through your pain there lies a smile. So breathe in and breathe out, and know it gets better after while.

The Blessings we Miss

Our hurt drags us half pass the point of giving up. Though some of us, don't even need the hurt to give up. "But why God? Why did you put me there at that time? What did that young man do to be killed only minutes away from his home? Why couldn't the family have smelt the smoke that led them to their untimely death?" We ask these questions with such confusion in our hearts. This same confusion that blinds us from God's love, and binds us from receiving all the blessings that He has in store for us. We all have our purpose under the sun. The minute we forget this very fact, is the minute we become enslaved to a life full of hopeless wounders and doubt. Where would we be if our Savior asked these questions: But why Father? Why do you tell me to carry such a heavy burden, for those who do not love you? Why do I have to make such a sacrifice to those who only wish to remove your name? Why couldn't we just leave such a wicked world to wait for their untimely death?...Let us not mourn for those who are now at rest. Holding our heads up high until we meet again, away from the wages of sin, hurt, and everlasting stress.

The Shattered Picture

Was I mistaken to have thought that the world knew of a common courtesy to treat a person with respect. Am I Naive to have believed that as long as I walked the paths less taken that I would never have to embrace the hard winds that so often knock me over into a stumbling confusion. Yet here I lay, picturing myself with the young man who intentionally tried to take my last breath. We are but two children, conversing about what and/or who we are going to be when we grow up. We are laughing because we feel so invincible to danger, and we just know that we have our whole lives before we ever come face to face to hurt, sickness and defeat. But, now we are terrified, because we know that soon the day will come where all of our fears that we never acknowledged, now become the reality. In an instance this picture is shattered by a deathly pain in my left hand. Should I then try to reach out to him with my right? Perhaps he too could picture that the grass is greener on the other side. Or am I naive to even try. Who would that make me if I just let him die?

Substantially Big

Life is such a beautiful, complicated and strange thing that God has blessed us with. Each day we wake up, hoping to embrace only the good things that lie within the unknown. We are all unique in one way or another, however we live in a society that says we have to be rich or do something substantially big to be remembered when we leave this life behind. How will the world remember me? This thought perhaps entertained my mind as I laid there in a puddle of my own blood, wondering if what had just happened to me, was something that I dreamt. Though, considering the deathly pain I was in, I figured no pinch of the highest decimal could top what  I was feeling, so unfortunately I couldn’t be woken up from the nightmare I wished it was. The nightmare that I dreamed of as a small child was now my adult reality. I had become a victim to a man who in life, hated me because of the color of my skin. Now that’s substantially big! How will the world remember him? Some will say he was a young man that was confused and depressed, and relied on negative influences to make him feel superior and secure. Others will rejoice in his loss, but will have  beveling emotions because he decided to take another’s life, before considering his own. What do I say? I’m unsure of what his emotional and/or psychological status was, but there was a lot that could be seen behind the barrel of an old shotgun, besides a young white man who was passionate about what he stood for. There were cries between each line to be read, as he gave a brief speech about Adolf Hitler’s birthday, before calling me a “nigger” and pulling the trigger. Maybe there was a cry for help, but the world was too busy waiting for someone to do something substantially big. Take a look around. The strongest ones are those who society view as incapable. But we are all capable, to do what feels good to the soul, we are capable to love. How will the world remember me? Do I want to be remembered by saving people’s lives? Or perhaps, simply being a follower of Christ. Only if These Brown Walls Could Talk.