Poetry
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Jai Fontaine

















My Personal Prayer

“Jesus loves the little children All of the children of the world”; except me. This is what I thought, what I grew to believe. You were just someone else who could have protected me but chose to do nothing. Someone else who lied to me, writing your promises down so all could open and read. They could at least pretend that they never promised me anything but You, Yours were written for the world to see, the whole world saw You betray me. Turning your back to me, promising me things You never intended to keep. Someone else who showed their love for me the same way an enemy would show they hated me. With her, with him, with them, I also blamed you every night before I went to sleep but it was only You I cursed when I woke. Again, You had let me down. You didn't make him stop, You didn’t make her notice, You didn’t make me strong, You didn’t make me care and You didn’t let me die before I wake. Nobody wanted me! Not even You. My soul You wouldn’t even take. You kept forcing me to live out another day, still forcing me to live out another day and for this, I thank You. I know You were there I heard you speaking to me. It was your voice that distracted me and kept me from focusing on what was happening to me. It was your touch that soothed me and your arms that rocked me to sleep. It was You who kept my mind and surrounded me with loved ones who would have died for me and if I would have told done everything in their power to protect me. My childhood wasn’t bad, bad things happened to me in my childhood. I’m sorry for ever blaming You; questioning You, and for no longer believing in You. Please forgive me as I try to forgive them and myself.

Copyright 2009 Jai Fontaine


                               Patricia Neely-Dorsey

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Author of
Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life in Poems
Patricia Neely-Dorsey
(GrantHouse Publishers, 2008)
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SOUTHERN LIFE

If you want a glimpse of Southern life,
Come close and walk with me;
I'll tell you all the simple things,
That you are sure to see.
You'll see mockingbirds and bumblebees,
Magnolia blossoms and dogwood trees;
Caterpillars on the step,
Wooden porches cleanly swept
Watermelons on the vine,
Strong majestic Georgia pines
Turnip greens and.hot cornbread,
Coleslaw and barbecue
Fried okra, fried corn,fried green tomatoes
Fried pies and pickles too
There's ice cold tea that 's syrupy sweet
And cool, green grass beneath your feet
Catfish nipping in the lake
And fresh young boys on the make.
You'll see all these things
And much, much more
In a way of life, that I adore.


Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey


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                                           KHYA FLOYD
                                                    
                            






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Author of
"Sistahs Play'in Savior: The Poetic Side of Lust"












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“Virgin”



crisp clean white linen is no more

stained with the love that was

stained with the loving he had for me

sheets are ran through with lust

and his big strong hands wrapped around mine’s

we danced, we touched, we caressed, we loved

the smell of heaven awaited us in paradise

body to body it was time for us

as chocolate met cinnamon we shed icing

our satins and silks mixed with nylon hit the hardwood

we climbed on the sleeper king

we climbed on the white bedding

music had the atmosphere mesmerized

the sounds of his guttural moans and grunts

the sounds of my moans and sighs

with every beat his every kiss hit the right notes as his body rhythm played

biting my ear “oh dear” that spot jumped three times

and he felt the juicy nectars of my incessant waterfall

and he tasted what was sweet to him yet soft to me…oh my!

the need grows as we both harden fast

I hear his member hit me on the outside

I’m here baby is what the member said last

“Let me in,” is what the man recites

a sheer measure of his size never entered my mind

my wanton sounds hypnotized his brain and pounded his heart

entrance was permitted as the impact of his thrust took me by surprise

overwhelmed and shocked by his manhood time stood still for two seconds apart

“To be continued”…was almost spoken aloud by me until he moved

the flow of our boats sailed as each current crashed inside my deep passage

the mere stroke of his best body part stirred emotions I’ve never known existed

a sexual healing was taking over my ailing virgin body as it grooved

the heat of us together heightened the movements

my body met his thrusts with moves of my own to search for the release sure to come

each deep rising was increased with speed as we created the sensual friction

a pop was felt followed by thick gushes of liquid rushing through my cove

ecstasy hitting me deep, hitting it home

laying in the aftershock of it all was a bit triumphant for us both

the releasing of the virgin past of me was beautiful and defies description

real love was made and thoughts of “I love you” were kept closed

this moment could not be ruined by words requiring thoughts of fiction

something as beautifully close to heaven shall not suffer any contradictions

so it ends at last…….his truly……..a virgin….

                         Dominique Watson

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To Feel Me

If only you could look through my eyes
see the picture I see
realize what needs to be done

If only you could live through my skin
feel the pain I feel
reach for what I reach for

If only you could sing my song
cry my tears
walk in my foot steps
see the world the way I see it
live through me
you'd see what I see
know what I know
feel how I feel
want what I want
cry like I cry

You could be me
but you are not me
you’re the person I see
wishing you could understand me.









Que D. Jacobs
Published author of "Emotionally Unhinged:  A Poetic Expression of Sorts"








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As My Mind Reminisces...



As my mind reminisces back to a special place in time

I am embraced by the excitement of the period

The pharaohs and queens of Egypt are attired majestically

They are statuesque in their presence

And carry themselves with the upmost respect



As my mind reminisces back to another place in time

I am taken aback by the stature of the period

I am surrounded by slaves raggedly clad

Torn apart by the aggression that has been forced upon them

But remaining poised and determined in spite of their circumstance



As my mind reminisces back to a time in space

I am astound by the courage of the period

The people are determined to make a difference

They are standing up for what they believe to be true

And are willing to die for their beliefs



As my mind reminisces back to another place

I realize that we have made significant strides

But we are still a work in progress

We are divided, conflicted and keep getting deterred from the beaten path

Yet are still the few that remain steadfast



Now I am basking in the moment

I have come face to face with greatness

A man stepped out and walked a path less traveled

Determined to make a difference in this place and time

Only to accomplish a fantastic feat



Now in this time and place

We are inspired to reach a new level

We are encouraged to be more and attain more

It because of this moment in time where we are now

That we have finally travelled far enough to aspire to more


by Que D. Jacobs


               
              Michelle Rhnea
                 Author
The Purple Rose and She Speaks Psalms

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The Terror of Urban America


Ripping in the Village Street

Chasing gray haired women

Running in flocks after someone to beat

Young urban girls and young urban boys

Killing and  maimed  and broken

Playing with guns like they are toys



Taken into Egypt again long ago

Brought into this North Country by ship

Chained and shackled and whipped and mamas couldn’t see them grow

Stolen from the Ivory Coast

Sold for bondmen and bondwomen

Welcomed by an unsavory host



Urban youth hidden in prison houses

Standing at the heads of the street

On this corner and that

Filled with iniquity

Loved waxed colder than ice

His blood on the heads of the children of those

Who requested His life

Want no part in the blood of the lamb

Cursed in the city and cursed in the field



Called by this proverb and that

Won’t sing John Newton’s Amazing Grace

The anguish of stolen race whose children still won’t obey



Vexed and rebuked and traumatized and devastated and perishing quickly

Wisdom or knowledge or understanding is far from their minds

Smitten with consumption and stricken with fever

Filled with violence and inflammation in the brain

Pursued by pestilence, disease, drugs, and sirens

Evil written in their heart and wretched controlling their minds

Immoral in the tips of their fingers and embedded in their toes



Children of the priests meant to be taught to lead

Born to gain skill in being head and born to access the Leader of the pack

Who gave His life     to save them    to protect them     to comfort them

Yet they can’t passage the door where his comfort walks



They were conceived to be sons and daughters of kings and queens

Though removed into all kingdoms of the earth

Yet they are still dishonoring parents

cut off before their prime

The source of a civil war and caught in a yoke that is not easy nor light

Children whose minds have been tainted and twisted

and seared but strong and perplexed but growing still

and ravished and ill-treated and instructed in voracious

and beleaguered and dispraised and tormented

by priests and teachers and mothers and fathers

and aunts and uncles and brothers and neighbors

and those who were supposed to love them instead

Unrighteous and forsaken a seed begging bread

Using their tongues to call elders by names unseemly

Unnurtured and misused and ostracized and misjudged

and not raised and abused and ignored and untaught 

Victims who victimize
Taint nobody’s pleasure

A hot mess

Making their calling and election from this cause unsure

Refusing to honor the hoary head

Won’t take part of the Lamb of God

Terrorized, terrorizer, terrorizing, terrorful, terrorizes

The terror of Urban America

Unable to access God’s good treasure

What’s wrong with em’?

What can we do?

And how do we get them back?

Back to regal and grand

Back to a moral stand

Back to the rich righteous real reverenced revered Rock

Back to a noble stock

Back to what is good and true

Back to love themselves, each other, me and you?

Michelle Rhnea

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Thank you

Thank you for showing me the way, through my darkest nights
and rainy days. You gave me your hands when mine were full.
Instead of a shove you gave me a pull. You picked me up when I was down. You were there when no one else was around. You gave your shoulder and told me to cry. When I could not walk, you gave me a ride. You taught me to confront my problems. You walked me through and taught me to solve them. You gave me your word and kept your promise.You never lied and always were honest. I love you, appreciate you and thank you so much. Although internal, I can say that my heart has been touched.

Tahanee Roberts


Tahanee Roberts
Author of the Fiction Novel
"Lust Now, Cry Later"
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Rhonda Singletary                              



Author of

And This is Who I am...Poetry from the Soul

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Worthy

Who am I to say that you are not worthy to be called a man?
I don’t know your experience,
I don’t know what built the unbreakable walls that stand…
The walls stand between your idea of being and acting like a man.
There is a difference between the two.
You see, when you are a man, no one can place limitations on your life,
no one else is to blame for the path that you’ve chosen.
You don’t condemn anyone for being where you are.
You realize that you have the power to overcome.
You don’t give up on your goals, dreams, and visions.
You know in your heart that you walk in the image of God.
So unafraid, you take on the challenges that you’ve envisioned.
You make the best of the hand that you’ve been dealt without giving up
your own decisions. On the other hand,
acting like a man means your are holding on to anger.
believing that you must not share your true emotions,
while putting on a face that says,
“I’m in control” when deep down inside,
You are so far from your soul. You have no purpose,
You are acting like a man who has been taught to be less than a man,
In spite of this, who am I to say you are not a man?
I can’t determine how you got to be where you are.
I do believe that if I’d look at where you came from,
I can image you being afraid.
Afraid to break barriers, build bridges and
believe that any other way would
leave you with no dignity.
Despite the fact that you don’t understand your place just yet,
Who am I to say you are not worthy to be called a man?
I can say, think of your sons, they are the generation that
is being taught by what they see.
You must reach down inside of you black man,
you must confirm your beliefs.
Find your place and teach our young black boys to be men,
men who believe and entrust themselves to look to their
spirits as their source of help.
Know in your heart when I fuss, scream and cry
I don’t mean to take away your pride.
I don’t know how to help you understand, but I do know
that I have no right to disqualify your positions.
A position never explained or shown to you by example.
I have no right to say you are not a man.

by: Rhonda Singletary




A Woman’s Blues
Have you ever listened to the soul of a woman?
Have you heard the voice of what her insides are saying?
Women so often referred to as “bitch.”
Do you know why she has become
the imbalanced creature in your mix?
Do you know why her love has gone from being warm and gentle,
To frustrated and often times mental?
Does your love reflect the fix?
The fix of kindness, support and gratitude
that shows up in your perpetual attitude.
I suggest you take some time to listen…
Listen to the sourness in her mind.
It did not take place over night,
it started on her elongated journey’s plight.
it took the form of countless others.
Caused by those who she allowed to impede,
while taking a break from their own messed up difficulties.
From brothers and sisters
who had no idea of her creative possibilities.
Pissed off,
she is… to say the least.
This sister knows that she has a sea of awareness to add to her legacy.
Have you ever listened to the soul of a woman?
Her heart cries a silent sea of moans,
Her mind is now and again a constant wave of groans.
She wants more than anything to be understood…by her man.
Sometimes she gives up hope,
Not knowing that she still has a chance,
She needs to see your hand, and wants you to be a part of the plan.
Listen to the heart of your woman,
You’ll find that she has scars so deep that only
time will reject,
the bitterness and the coldness of her conquest.
Listen to the heart of a woman.
Listen with silence,
with solitude,
Listen with care.
Only then will you know her heart and all that it bares.

by:Rhonda Singletary


RareEpiphany










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In the 'doing' (dancing at night)


I dance in the nighttime
where no eyes, but God's bare witness
And the miracle that transpires in my heart
Is my and my savior's business
It is of no consequence to me
whether you see
the beauty of my dance
because I've learned that the peace is in the `doing'
I don't need an audience
and when I dance...I belt out my spirit song...I pour out my everything
and just because you don't hear my music
doesn't mean that I don't sing.

I cry in the dark.
where razor sharp memories
pierce the murky depths of my soul
though my smile belies my struggle
and I seem to have it all in control
it gets hard sometimes but I chose to only tell
the One on whom I can depend
and nobody sees my tears
but me.
But that doesn't mean they don't cleanse

My heart aches with the pain of loss
and it's been tossed around a time or two
it's been bruised...and it's been shattered
into thousands of fragmented and tattered pieces
and peace is constantly evading its grasp
and smiling through the rain has become a task that...
ain't easy
please see that though you cannot picture my pain and stress
It doesn't mean it hurts any less

and I've been blessed to see sunshine on the darkest of days
and I've been highly favored in a multiplicity of ways
and though you may not see my wonder when I watch the sun's rays
it doesn't at all mean that I'm not utterly amazed

Understand, though I don't yet perform before millions of fans
it doesn't mean I'm not blessed with talent
For the skills and gifts God has given me run the creative gamut
But they were never endowed to win me the praises of men
but in the event that it happens....well then.. that's icing on the cake
My take on the situation is that He gave that I might be fulfilled
that through the light He's given me, my weary soul might be healed
I am what He made me
I reflect what He imparts
and if nobody ever sees me
it doesn't change the display of my art

See, the sun shines because that's what it was made to do
It rises and sets everyday regardless of me or you
Its course is set by the Master of the sky
And it does not question. It does not ask why
whether any one acknowledges its warmth or its beauty
is of no relevance...it lives to fulfill its duty
to shine...even when hidden by clouds
to radiate...even when there're storms for miles
And like the sun...I keep on shining
Keep on laughing
Keep on crying
keep on singing
keep on writing
keep on reaching
keep on trying

It is of no consequence to me
whether you see
the beauty of my dance
because I've learned that the peace is in the `doing'
and I don't need an audience



Delisa Y. Jones














Author
"PleasurePain & Poetry"










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DRIPPIN’ BUM JUICE



BLIND DATE

HE PULLED UP IN A QUARTER AND A DEUCE

HE SMILED AND ONLY HAD ONE TOOTH

THIS THUG, PULLED OUT A NUB

HAD A GUT THAT LOOKED LIKE A CAMEL’S HUMP

SAID IT COULD BE MY LOVE BUMP

DRIPPIN’ BUM JUICE



GROCERY SHOPPIN’

HEY BABY I’M BEN

YOU WANNA BE MY FRIEND

CAN I MOVE IN

WHEN DID IT ALL BEGIN

MISTER RIGHT, IS OUT OF SIGHT

DRIPPIN’ BUM JUICE



AT THE BUS STOP

IT STARTED WITH A STARE

SOMETHIN’ WAS IN THE AIR

YEAH, HE ASKED TO BORROW BUS FARE

DRIPPIN’BUM JUICE



SITTING AT THE BAR

HERE COMES SLY

I ASKED MYSELF WHY

HE DRESSED LIKE SUPER FLY

HOW CAN THIS BE

IS IT ME

MUST HAVE STARTED AT THE DOOR

DRIPPED A TRAIL ON THE FLOOR

THE CROW HAS COME TO ROOST

               DRIPPIN’ THAT JUICE


Mylow A. Young
















YOU CAN RISE AGAIN

LISTEN CLOSELY AS THIS STORY I TELL
OF A MAN WHO WOULD RISE, BUT THEN HE FELL
TRYING TO LIVE HIS LIFE ON HIS OWN
A LIFE, WITHOUT HIS GOD, TO BEMOAN

EARLY ON IN HIS LIFE, THE FATHER CHOSE THIS MAN
REVEALING TO HIM LITTLE BITS OF HIS PLAN
GOD SHOWED HIM THE WAY HE WANTED HIM TO GO
TAUGHT HIM THE THINGS THAT HE WOULD NEED TO KNOW

HE WOULD GO TO SCHOOL TO LEARN AND PREPARE…
FOR MINISTRY, CAUSE THE LORD, HE WOULD SHARE
HE HAD A HEART FOR PEOPLE, BIG DREAMS AND AMBITION
TO GREATLY FULFILL THAT GREAT COMMISSION

ALWAYS WILLING TO TESTIFY
ABOUT HOW JESUS HAD CHANGED HIS LIFE
IT WAS AT THOSE TIMES THAT HIS HEART SOARED
BECAUSE HE REALLY, REALLY LOVED THE LORD

THEN WOULD COME SOME PAINS AND SOME STRIFE
HE FOUND IT HARD GETTING THROUGH, SOME THINGS IN HIS LIFE
HIS ZEALOUSNESS SLOWLY BEGAN TO SUBSIDE
THIS MAN LOST HIS STEP, YES, HE LOST HIS STRIDE

SO HE TRIED DOING THINGS IN A DIFFERENT WAY
(FROM) ONE THING TO THE NEXT, FROM DAY TO DAY
TAKING HIS MIND OFF OF THINGS ABOVE
HE FORGOT ALL ABOUT HIS FATHER’S LOVE

LOW SELF-ESTEEM AND THE WOUNDS TO HIS HEART
CAUSED THIS MAN, FROM HIS PATH, TO DEPART
COMPARED TO OTHERS, HE SAW HIMSELF “LESSER”
IT WAS HARD STANDING UP TO ALL THE PEER PRESSURE

SO HE FOLLOWED ANOTHER PATH ALONG THE WAY
FAR AWAY FROM GOD’S PLAN HE WOULD SOON STRAY
HE KNEW IN HIS HEART HE WAS ON THE WRONG ROAD
TURNED AWAY FROM LIFE, TO A PLAN ALL HIS OWN 




HE REJECTED HIS FATHER, WHO’S LOVE WAS THAT LIFE
BROKE HIS FATHER’S HEART, BUT HE DIDN’T REALIZE
CAUSE HIS SIGHT WAS SO FIXED ON A FANTASY
LABORED HARD TO MAKE IT REALITY


HE SOUGHT INDEPENDENCE, NOT KNOWING WHERE IT WOULD LEAD
WALKED AWAY FROM THE ONE HE TRULY WOULD NEED
TO EMBRACE LEISURE AND LUXURY
OF SUCH, SOME OF US, IN A LIFETIME WON’T SEE

RUBBING ELBOWS WITH THE WELL TO DO
DOCTORS, LAWYERS, AND CELEBRITY TOO
FROM THE PLAYING FIELDS TO THE SILVER SCREEN
TO THE PARTY’S WITH THOSE YOU WOULD SEE ON T.V.

LIVING “THE LIFE”, OR SO IT WOULD SEEM
NOT WANTING TO WAKE UP AND FIND IT A DREAM
IT SEEMED SO REAL THAT HE WAS ON THE RISE
BUT HE WAS SEEING ONLY THROUGH BLINDED EYES

AS HIS REPUTATION AMONG THEM GREW
HE WOULD STRUGGLE WITH SOME THINGS BUT THEY NEVER KNEW
UNAWARE THAT HE WAS FROM THE “OTHER” SIDE
TAKING FLIGHT FROM GOD, THAT HE WAS TRYING TO HIDE

HE HAD CROSSED (BACK) OVER FROM LIFE UNTO DEATH
GIVING IN TO THE PRESSURE TO BE LIKE THE REST
SMOKING CIGARETTES BECAME THE THING TO DO
THEN MARIJUANA, YEAH, HE STARTED SMOKING THAT TOO

THEN HE STARTED TO DRINK, AT FIRST, ONLY BEER
BUT SOON IT BECAME WHATEVER WAS NEAR
THIS MAN STARTED OUT DRESSED AS A SOCIAL DRINKER
THEN WITH COCAINE AND OTHER DRUGS HE BEGAN TO TINKER

HE MAY HAVE STARTED OUT ON THE ADOWN LOW@
BUT SOON HIS APPETITE BEGAN TO GROW
HE BECAME A FUNCTIONAL DRUNK, AND A CLOSET JUNKIE
SOME THOUGHT HE WAS THE MAN, BUT HE WAS COCAINE’S FLUNKIE






THIS MAN PROCEEDED TO WALK HEAD FIRST INTO SIN
BLINDED TO THE MISERY THAT WOULD WAIT THERE FOR HIM
THIS LIFE OF INIQUITY, HE WOULD FULLY EMBRACE
THOUGH SOON, HE WOULD FALL, FALL HARD, ON HIS FACE

HE HEARD THE FREQUENT CALL OF HIS FATHER’S VOICE
AND HE KNEW ALL ALONG, HE HAD MORE THAN ONE CHOICE
BUT THE ONE HE MADE ALMOST DESTROYED HIM IN FACT
WHEN HE STOPPED SNORTING COKE, ONLY TO START SMOKING CRACK

HE BORROWED MONEY FROM, SOME OF HIS WELL TO DO FRIENDS
WHEN THE URGE CAME TO GET HIGH, HE ALWAYS CAME UP WITH SOME ENDS
CONNING, SCAMMING, MANIPULATING
DID WHAT HE HAD TO DO, TO SATISFY THE CRAVING


HE STARTED TO SELL AND TRADE THE VERY THINGS HE OWNED
ANYTHING OF VALUE HE WOULD TAKE OUT OF HIS HOME
TIL’ IT WAS ALL GONE, NOW HE HAD NOTHING LEFT
ONLY A MATTER OF TIME TIL HE RESORTED TO THEFT

IT SEEMED SUDDENLY, FUNCTION BECAME FUNCTION-LESS
BUT HE STILL TRIED TO HIDE IN HIS MOUNTAIN OF MESS
EVERYTHING OUTSIDE OF HIM, HE BEGAN TO TAKE AIM
LOOKING AT PEOPLE AND CIRCUMSTANCES TO BLAME

IT WASN’T HIS FAULT, GOD KNOWS HOW HARD HE TRIED
THAT HE COULDN’T DEAL WITH THE SHAME GROWING DEEP INSIDE
HE WAS BEING HIGH JACKED BY ALL HIS HURT AND SHAME
AND THERE WAS NO OTHER WAY FOR HIM TO HANDLE THE PAIN

AT LEAST NO OTHER WAY THAT HE WOULD EMBRACE
CAUSE GOD WAS ALWAYS THERE, RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS FACE
BUT HE LET SO MANY DOWN, AND WALKED IN DEGRADATION
AND IN THE PAIN OF HIS FAILURE, AND HUMILIATION

NOW FEELING UNWELCOME IN HIS CIRCLE OF FRIENDS
IT SEEMED THAT REJECTION WAS STARTING A TREND
CAUSE EVEN HIS FAMILY DIDN’T WANT HIM AROUND
KICKED HIM TO THE CURB, AS YET, MORE SHAME ABOUND






HIS WIFE, AT THE TIME, SHE CALLED HIM A LOSER
SENSE HE WAS AN ALCOHOLIC AND A DRUG ABUSER
EVENTUALLY EVEN SHE TURNED HER BACK
LOCKED HIM OUT OF HIS HOUSE, AND HE COULDN’T GO BACK

THERE WAS NOWHERE LEFT FOR THIS MAN TO GO
AFTER ALL THESE YEARS OF LIVING, HE HAD NOTHING TO SHOW
NO WIFE, NO JOB, NO HOUSE TO LIVE IN
ALL BECAUSE HE CHOSE THE PATHWAY OF SIN

WITH NOTHING LEFT TO CALL HIS OWN
HE THOUGHT, IN THIS WORLD, THAT HE WAS ALL ALONE   
HE THOUGHT HE WAS ALREADY ON THE GROUND
UNTIL HE HIT THE BOTTOM, AND WAS STILL LOOKING DOWN

ANGER, LONELINESS, REJECTION AND STRIFE
ALL PART OF THE WASTELAND, THAT WAS BECOMING HIS LIFE
HIS HEART GREW COLD TO HIS FATHER’S LOVE
THE SAME LOVE HE’D KNOWN AND HAD TASTED OF


SO HE FOUND HIMSELF LIVING ON THE COLD CITY STREETS
HIS FALL FROM GOD’S GRACE NOW ALL BUT COMPLETE
THIS ONCE, PROMISING LIFE, TO THE DOGS IT WAS THROWN
AS THE CRACK-HOUSE NOW BECAME HIS HOME

THIS BECAME THE PLACE WHERE HE WOULD SPEND HIS TIME
IN THE MIDST OF THE WICKED, THE FILTH AND THE GRIME
THIS WAS HIS LIFE AND IT WAS PLAIN TO SEE
THAT ALL GOD HAD FOR HIM WAS MISERY

HE REMEMBERED HIS PAST, THEN TOOK A LOOKED AT HIS PRESENT
DRIFTING FAR FROM THE LORD, HE’D BECOME A STREET PEASANT
ON THE EDGE OF A CLIFF, WAITING ONLY TO FALL
WITH NO SIGN OF HELP COMING FROM GOD AT ALL

UNWANTED BY FAMILY AND FRIENDS OF HIS
NOW THE STREETS DIDN’T WANT HIM, HE HAD NO MORE TO GIVE
EVERYDAY BECAME THE WORSE DAY OF WHAT WAS CALLED LIFE
HE CHOSE THE PATHWAY OF SIN, NOW HE WAS PAYING THE PRICE






HE LOOKED AT HIS LIFE IN HOPELESS DESPAIR
THERE WAS NO REASON FOR HIM TO CONTINUE TO CARE
NO REASON TO PICK HIMSELF UP OFF THE GROUND
TO JAIL OR THE GRAVEYARD FOR SURE, HE WAS BOUND

THE THOUGHT THAT THERE’D BE, NO SOON COMING RELIEF
ONLY LEAD TO MORE HOPELESSNESS AND TO MORE GRIEF
IT WAS CERTAIN, IT WOULD ONLY BE BETTER, TO DIE
THAN TO WATCH AND FEEL THE PAIN MULTIPLY

HIS BURDEN GREW BEYOND THE ABILITY TO BEAR
HE FELT THAT HIS FATHER FOR SURE, DIDN=T CARE
HOW COULD HE? HOW COULD GOD ALLOW
THIS MAN TO BE FACING WHAT HE WAS FACING NOW?

HE WAS TIRED OF LIVING AND AFRAID TO DIE
BUT HE STILL PUT HIS WRIST TO THE BLADE OF THAT KNIFE
HE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF AS HE FELT THE COLD STEEL
THAT THIS WOULD BE FINAL, THAT THIS WAS FOR REAL

AND THEN WITH THIS IDEA HE WOULD BEGIN TO DANCE
THAT PERHAPS, THAT JUST MAYBE, THERE STILL WAS A CHANCE
A CHANCE FOR HIM TO FIND HIS WAY BACK
TO BE SET FREE FROM THE BONDAGE OF CRACK


THE MAN SAID ALORD, I REPENT! HELP ME PLEASE IF YOU WOULD@
HE THEN TURNED AROUND, AND THERE HIS FATHER STOOD
CAUSE GOD HAD NEVER LEFT HIS SIDE
HE’D BEEN THERE ALL ALONG, WITH HIS ARMS OPENED WIDE

JUST WAITING TO SHOWER HIS SON WITH AFFECTION
COMFORT HIM IN THE MIDST OF THE PAIN OF REJECTION
GOD HELD THE MAN’S HEART AND WANTED HIM TO KNOW
HOW MUCH HE REALLY LOVED THIS MAN SO

SEE, GOD LOVED HIM EVEN IN HIS DEEPEST SIN
BUT HE BELIEVED HE COULD NEVER BE FORGIVEN
CAUSE HE DID THINGS SO BAD, THINGS HE THOUGHT HE’D NEVER DO
BUT HE WAS ALREADY FORGIVEN, YES, OF THOSE THINGS TOO






GOD KEPT HIS HAND CLOSE, AND HE KEPT THIS MAN LIVING
WITH MERCY AND LOVE AND THE GRACE HE WAS GIVING
THOUGH THIS MAN THOUGHT HE HAD FALLEN FROM THAT GRACE
HE WAS ALWAYS BEFORE HIS FATHER’S FACE

YES, GOD WAS THERE BUT THE MAN COULDN’T SEE
HIS FATHER’S HAND, THAT NIGHT WHEN HE WOULD O.D.
HE WAS STILL IN GOD’S SHELTER, CAUSE IT SHOULD’VE BEEN WORSE
HE SHOULD’VE FOUND HIMSELF RIDING IN THE BACK OF A HEARSE

BUT INSTEAD THIS MAN FOUND THE WAY BACK HOME
TOOK HIS PLACE AT THE FOOT OF HIS FATHER’S THRONE
GOD GAVE HIM A ROBE, A HUGE FEAST, AND A RING
THE MAN FINALLY REALIZED HE WAS THE SON OF THE KING

SOON, HE STARTED FEELING LIKE HE’D NEVER BEEN GONE
HE COULD SEE NOW, THAT GOD WAS WITH HIM ALL ALONG
YOU MAY ASK HOW I KNOW ALL THESE THINGS TO BE
CAUSE I’M HERE TO TELL YOU THAT THIS MAN, IS ME

MY FATHER BROUGHT ME FROM A LONG, LONG WAY
AND I GIVE THANKS TO HIM FOR MY LIFE EVERY DAY
I THANK HIM FOR BRINGING MY FAMILY BACK
AND FOR GETTING MY LIFE BACK ON THE RIGHT TRACK

I THANK HIM FOR BRINGING REAL LOVE TO MY SIDE
IN THE FORM OF A BEAUTIFUL, GODLY, LOVING BRIDE
A TRUE HELP MEET, MY GIFT FROM ABOVE
AN EVER- PRESENT EXPRESSION OF MY FATHER’S LOVE


GOD BROUGHT ME BACK, YES, MY LIFE HE REDEEMED
AND HE BLESSED ME IN WAYS I COULD NEVER HAVE DREAMED
CAUSE ONCE, I LOST EVERYTHING, STRIPPED TO THE CORE
BUT MY FATHER GAVE BACK, SO MUCH MORE THAN BEFORE

GOD BROUGHT ME FROM A MIGHTY LONG WAY
IT=S A MIRACLE THAT I EVEN STAND HERE TODAY
I SHOULD BE LOCKED AWAY OR DEEP IN THE GROUND
WITH NO WAY FOR ME TO EVER, REBOUND






IT’S NOW, THAT I KNOW GOD HAD A PLAN FOR ME
A HEDGE OF PROTECTION THAT I COULDN’T SEE
CAUSE LOOKING BACK, AT LEAST THEN, I JUST COULDN’T FIGURE
WHY THE MAN WITH THAT GUN DIDN’T PULL THE TRIGGER

YOU SHALL NOT DIE BUT LIVE, MY FATHER INSISTED
WITH PURPOSE I DIDN’T KNOW THEN, HAD EXISTED
CAUSE HE DIDN’T PULL ME OUT JUST FOR ME
BUT THAT OTHERS WILL KNOW THAT THEY TOO CAN BE FREE

I WILL NEVER FORGET BEING OUT ON THE STREET
RIDING SUBWAY CARS TO HAVE SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP
I THANK MY FATHER, BECAUSE HE BROUGHT ME THROUGH
AND HE CAN DO THE VERY SAME THING FOR YOU

THIS IS A STORY THAT YOU MAY EVEN KNOW WELL
BECAUSE MAYBE, YOU LIVE IN A SIMILAR HELL
YOU’VE WALKED WITH THE LORD, NOW YOU FIND YOURSELF “STRAY”
AND YOU DON’T KNOW HOW YOU FELL SO FAR AWAY

SEARCHING THE STREETS FOR THE WRONG KIND OF AFFECTION
WALKING HEADFIRST, IN THE WRONG DIRECTION
COMPARING YOURSELF BY ALL THE WRONG MEASURES
INFLUENCED BY THE WRONG PEER PRESSURES

MAYBE YOU’VE FELT ALONE AND REJECTED
YOU MIGHT EVEN FEEL SOCIALLY UNACCEPTED
PERHAPS YOU’VE BEEN WITH THE LORD BUT YOU’VE FALLEN
IF YOU LISTEN CLOSELY, YOUR NAME, HE’S STILL CALLIN’

PERHAPS YOU’VE SEEN YOUR DREAMS SHATTERED AND BROKEN
OR SOME HURT IN YOUR LIFE HAS FOR YEARS, GONE UNSPOKEN
AND YOU’VE TURNED TO WRONG THINGS TO COVER THE SHAME
GOD’S STILL STANDING THERE, WAITING, SO JUST CALL OUT HIS NAME


YOUR FATHER NEVER LEFT YOU, THOUGH YOU’VE RUN FAR AWAY
IF YOU’VE ASKED HIM IN YOUR HEART, THEN HE’S THERE TO STAY
DOESN’T MATTER HOW FAR YOU THINK THAT YOU’VE RUN
YOU’RE STILL YOUR FATHER’S DAUGHTER, OR SON




IT DOESN’T EVEN MATTER HOW TERRIBLE THE SIN
OR HOW HORRIBLY BAD YOU THINK THAT YOU’VE BEEN
GOD’S FORGIVENESS IS BIGGER THAN ALL OF YOUR WRONG
BIRTHED BY A LOVE FOR YOU THAT IS SO VERY STRONG

HE WANTS YOU BACK, DON’T YOU WANT HIS EMBRACE?
DON’T YOU WANT TO SEE THE SMILE, ON YOUR FATHER’S FACE?
HE CAN FIX YOUR BAD CHOICES, HEAL YOUR WOUNDED HEART
AND IT’S TRUE, HE WANTS TO GIVE YOU A BRAND NEW START

THERE IS HOPE FOR YOU, EVEN YOU CAN BE FREE
TRUST HIM WITH YOUR LIFE, CAUSE IT’S HIS GUARANTEE
HE’LL TAKE YOU RIGHT NOW, YES, JUST AS YOU ARE
HE LOVES YOU AND TO HIM YOU’RE A SUPERSTAR

LOOK WHERE THE LORD HAS BROUGHT ME FROM
IT’S BECAUSE OF JESUS I AM WHAT I’VE BECOME
I GIVE HIM PRAISE, I DIDN’T THINK IT COULD BE-
BUT OH YES, IT HAPPENED TO EVEN ME

NOW I REALIZE THAT  DRUG  LIFE WASN’T THE SIN
NO, THE REAL FALL WAS WALKING AWAY FROM HIM
THOUGHT I WAS RISING, OH, BUT WHAT A SURPRISE
TO FIND THE RISE WAS JUST A FALL IN DISGUISE

IT IS BECAUSE OF JESUS THAT I AM HERE...STILL
AND JESUS LOVES YOU TOO, ALWAYS HAS, ALWAYS WILL
WITH ALL YOUR HEART, CALL HIM, TO YOUR CRY HE’LL ATTEND
ALTHOUGH YOU MAY FALL, YOU CAN STILL RISE AGAIN





  Debra DeClouet









Debra P. Declouet (Founder and self-esteem advocate)
Women of Destiny, LLC
Purpose-Minded to Promise (TM)
http://www.p-mtp.com

What’s In a Name?
(a healing poem)

I said, “I don’t really know her.”
Truth is, I’ve known her too well.
As we’ve spent all of our life together, occupying the same human shell.
Abused and confused, not understanding what was wrong.
Because it persisted for such a long time;
Its power had become too strong.
Neglected, rejected, abandoned and let down,
By those who were to love me and always be around.

This healing search began long ago; but, would have never begun with me.
For I constantly ignored the one identity needed to successfully set me free.
Tolerated, never celebrated; I’d hidden her within myself 
Focusing all my attentions on pleasing everyone else.
So, bad choice after bad choice, with each one lower she would descend.
The abuse was like a vicious cycle, not seeming to have an end.
Until all at once and that time is NOW, I’ve decided I’ve had ENOUGH!
I’m tired of living life settling while the enemy’s enjoying my stuff.

So, today I’m taking back my heart and I’m declaring out loud, “I am free!”
And I’m resting untangled in my Saviors arm, who’s given me this victory.
For I’d come to fear the process of “LOVE”, the giving unselfishly of self;
Too afraid that I’d have nothing left if I shared my heart with someone else.
Now I’ve given it over to Jesus, my heart is safe in His care.
It’s being healed, mended and restored; new desires are being set in there.
God’s revealing His plan of Love to me;
He is enlightening my eyes, enabling me to see:
“Love on the Highest Degree” was my prayer;
But deep within my heart I thought I’d never get there.
For so long I have walked around broken
The words were kept silent, never spoken.

My eyes are refocused now that the scales have come off and
I have regained some semblance of hope.
I peer out in the distance at what can now be; all the love that is readily available to me
And I sigh deeply, as if in relief.
This inner healing brings with it such peace.

The LOVE OF GOD is truly amazing.
It is so powerful, it has set me free.
I’m now liberated and able to love again
And the first recipient of that LOVE is ME!!!

Debra P. Declouet
Beloved – one who is greatly LOVED!
Copyright 2008. Women of Destiny, LLC.  All Rights Reserved.


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Author of "Finding the Way Home"

mysticpoet729@gmail.com

www.myspace.com/fabiolaakamysticpoet

Me

I know I have made some mistakes.
I know I have problems to deal with.
Dealing with the pressures of society.
And the way mind is going.
It may seem that I'm going crazy.
That I'm loosing my head.
I'm hearing noise,
From both sides.
Trying to set me straight.
But they are not helping me.
All I see is people giving me opinions.
Making my condition worse.
But I am starting to see things,
In a different light.
They cannot rid of them.
And they can't leave on their own.
The only person,
Who can put control in this situation is,
ME!


Fear

I know your weaknesses,
I know your doubts.
I know when you're feeling down.
And your pessimistic thoughts.
I've crippled your thought process.
I've made you sulk.
I even broke you down.
Worrying about your insecurities.
I've kept misery within your grasp.
Knowing you're searching for true happiness.
I've kept you away from the unknown,
And all the unexperienced.
I've even kept you away from love.
Knowing you won't know how to handle it.
Why deal with something you can't control.
When you can't step up to the challenges.
You've tried to get rid of me.
Yeah, I know you fought back.
But I've kept striking.
Once your confidence and well being.
I know one day you will find the courage,
To put me out of my misery.
But when you have those feelings,
Of nervousness, tightness, and hot flashes,
I'll be there.
You know my name.


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