ELI

everyone believes in something. everyday life would be nothing without the exercise of BELIEF , TRUST , and DEPENDENCE . for example; when you're driving you have BELIEF that the signs are telling you the truth, you have CONFIDENCE that other drivers are trustworthy, and you have TRUST that when you're light is green theirs is red and that they will stop at that red light. faith is commonplace at the ordinary level of living. but, it is also exercised higher up. the significance of faith can not be overestimated and should not be underestimated!  But, what is faith?  [webster's definition:] "the allegiance and loyalty to a person or duty." , the second definition: " the belief & trust in and the loyalty to God,"  Faith: believing that something you've been told is true. the conviction that it is true is based on the source of the information being trustworthy. trust is placed in that which is believed to be true, to such a degree that...

                 I have yet to discover what my path is. I have yet to understand my own emotions, my thoughts, the reasoning behind my actions and reactions. For self-satisfaction I just act happy; Whenever they start asking I simply say “it’s all good.” And it is half the time, currently my life is situated between ‘ okay ’ and just FINE . That’s decency; And I know sometimes I do things indecent , see, we ain't perfect but i'm finding it funny how some people are always expecting me to be. And I joined the military for the specific reason; they don’t look down, they won’t try to play you. I felt like maybe for once I could probably fit in, find a sense of belonging somewhere other than where home is. In search of a piece of me; inside of all these beautiful people I seem to see something close to whatever I’ve been trying to be. Its strenuous work, trying to find REAL yourself in a time where FAKE is all they...

All I have is a voice To undo the twisted lie; Kids in my generation live in streets, Where they can’t go nowhere without guns & knives. And I don't wanna see them live like that. Where every second they gotta look behind their back; Or everyday just to get by, they gotta sell that crack. *gun shots* Gun shots & sirens. They killing each other, Isn’t this why Martin preached? Isn’t this why Rosa sat? Isn’t this why Malcolm fought? Just to get some hope, back. Seems we lost it all, again. Because they; just wanna be heard. Just as I do, that's why I write these poems. That's why I be in my feelings knee deep with these words. And I cry so much you could probably take a lap in my tears. Come and swim with my dreams. Come and see what I fear.

DAMN! Ok girl I see you. With yo high heels, And ya black dress. What a lovely sight, You the model type You the lover not a fighter type Hope im right. Girl when's ya flight? Because I’ve been dying to meet ya Heard about that show you put on last night, And the outfits that were featured Raunchy, but Beautiful, so I respect it.            Every shot that was taken My memory cannot recollect. But the cameras were rolling, so bet, we'll never forget. Beyond compare I can never compare you to another, Look at you. Look at you in the mirror. So special Strutting, down the run way With your head high Confidence is a sexy sign. Wonder woman. Ooh girl I wonder woman; Will you be my wonder woman? For the night, or perhaps for our life? Its whatever I see that smile upon your face, I know my words are clever. Cleverly getting your attention I realize now why some women env...

Time is not rewinding. Seasons are always changing. We're all growing older. So what's you're motive? What do you live for? Don't tell me "nothing". Because we all have something. Someone or somewhere, We fight for, we shed tears. So, what is your motive? Are your visions, in motion? Do you dream with your eyes open? Or do you sleep? Do you keep? A close eye on the bad guys? Or are you one of them? Are you easily influenced? Are you under the influence? What are you living for? Living for today? Or tomorrow? Living for happiness? Or sorrow? Do you let it get to you? Do you let it stick to you? Or, you let it slide? What is your motive, or you tryna hide? What kind of sides are you tryna hide? Split personalities never make a melody unless you got a bill Bellamy player in your head, how to be a player, just to get yourself a Melanie. What's your motive? The girls? Or the world?...

From God, I need a girl. No! From God, I need a lady. One who listens to my every need. One who gives much without complaining. A lady who exemplifies proverbs 31. A lady worth a ring , a house, a car, and bearing my son. Or daughter , it doesn't matter. From God, I need a girl. No! From God, I need a woman. One whose hand id boldly hold. Until we grow old, until we parish. From God, I need a wife. I think I've been ready for commitment. I'm a pure heart who hasn't loved yet. I think I'm past due. I deserve a girl. No! a lady. NO! a woman, To call wife. To complete me. my rib. I need the other half of my life. From God...