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corruption of love

(poem.2)

We made it through the first leg of the plague

Now we prep for the famine

I’m not afraid of the spaceships

It’s the racist with grenades

That I examine

I disengage from the maze

I don’t cooperate to grow in indecency

To operate at a low frequency

I give praise to the Ancient of Days That I’m saved and still standing

I’m not enslaved to the ways of mammon

My heart is brave So when I start to stray I know it’s because I’m trapped inside The lack of my understanding My speech can reach beneath the surface To chase away your fear These verses aggravates despair But activates purpose I pray my poem becomes art therapy A deep feeling when you hear it Each lyric is a healing exhibit What I spoke is exquisite Seldom explicit Holy Ghost you are welcome to visit I’m thankful you didn’t allow The enemy to get to me And for the victory over the wicked Your not the author of confusion

I’m grateful for the solution You made vivid For every problem that is produced The youth is more likely to go to college Has more access to information But has less knowledge of the Truth.

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corruption of love

(poem)

Corruption has eroded the system
The moral code is corroded
Justice has exploded
Cash and fame is the devoted religion
All we have is pain
This is the mode that we live in
When will it stop?
We watch new victims from cops
We’re frightened because we’re fighting competition
They messed up
Now there’s no new shipment of crops
Is Love the mission or not?
If life is a story then isn’t wisdom the plot?
Can Christ get the glory if our vision is blocked?
Listen I’ve been inconsistent a lot
Now they deployed missiles at flying objects
Are they being slick?
And tricking our optics
So many new sickening topics
Shouldn’t we listen to prophets?
Our interest in progress
Has us forced into habits
Our thoughts become savage
Of course it is tragic
Through media we let the crook in our home
Every time I look at my phone
My stomach starts twisting in knots.

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random rants of inspiration – poem

If ignorance confines the purpose In which we were designed

Than wisdom frees

Our destiny is the Divine destination That eternal vision sees

Insight discerns the spirit You have to be quite to hear it

HIS presence is the essence That reveals to us where the mission leads

I am positive I can pronounce Profound poems with proficiency

My prerogative is to push pass the surface To show you what your worth is

You were born with purpose In spite of how you might Perceive your deficiencies…







					

		
	



	
		

						

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Love Bleeds Freedom – read and listen

		


				

			

…HE is the ignition to your passion





And yes those pass demons will come back to attack, but you will now have the vision to look pass them – and grow





I know; you’re thinking to just embrace HIS love for freedom





Is a over simplification 





That I’m not aware of the complication





Of your particular situation





And the past tragic devastation





And terrible victimization





That was perpetual The sexual abuse And horrible molestation





And I don’t know about your addictions





From your emotional afflictions And strife it felt like life has no use!





I don’t know about your convictions





From past mistakes You was displaced because of evictions So how dare I tell You that all your debts have been paid…















					

		
	



	
		

						

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the essence of her crown ~ poem

		


				

			

I appropriately honor her essence
Her presence is heavy like a crown
She reflects Elohim
We esteem her message
Her magnificent beauty is profound
Her strength is majestic
Our eyes digest impressive curves that almost can’t be verbally expressed through sound
So we pay homage to your glory
Sing your story although we expound so poorly
Sometimes I feel like we let you down
I appreciate your patience
We deviate from the ancient peace
As royal priest I carry your grief
And vow that your feet never touch the ground