My secret

I love you, I can’t deny,
My compulsion is hard to hide.
I’m focused, determined to the untrained eye,
But through your eyes, I’m a star in the sky.

From beginning to end, why are you at both?
Continuing to meditate overflowed with hope.
It’s like your name is the embodiment of my existence,
I hold close the thoughts of you, they are my dependence.

Clearly you know me, hopefully you see me, I’m within your vicinity.
Your love for me is so deeply hidden, no one can see but me.
I envision the future with you in mind,
I go blind, waiting for this time, its unaligned our completion undefined.

Why do I feel this way, it won’t go away?
You’re so far it seems, just like all my dreams.
I fight the desire to meditate on this feeling,
But just to hear your name is so appealing, but it’s unfulfilling.
The closer the further, I wonder whether, we’ll ever be together.

I love you, I can’t deny,
My compulsion is hard to hide.
I’m focused, determined to the untrained eye,
But through your eyes, a star in the sky.

I love this! Go Celtics!

So I'm becoming a huge Celtics fan, mainly because of Rondo, I so love him! The statement that I love is that Nate said, "Be patient, wait for my number to be called, and be prepared..." That's what we all need to do...



Go Celtics! The Lakers are going down!

The greatest rapper alive...

So this isn't the typical post you'd see on my page, but I truly love hip hop. Please note that this freestyle may offend you, so if you're sensitive to language don't listen. But I'm constantly talking about people doing what they were created to do, and Em was created to do this. I can only imagine how amazing he'd be if he were born in a different generation and only had a poetry medium to express himself, his written word is just as amazing as his delivery. Enjoy...

What you call failure, I call opportunity

I am going through yet another transition, a growth. It's funny to me how uncomfortable it is to grow, to be better than you've ever been. I haven't done this very many times I confess, but I know what it is when it's happening. I'm starting to question what God wants me to do with myself. Everything feels so scattered and disjointed...what's real, what's my selfish desire, what will be blessed. I'm grateful for my past because it taught me to enjoy the journey and that's what I'm doing, what will I gain by being unhappy anyway. My new mantra is "Carpe Diem", I will love hard and I will take advantage of everything everyday! Why stay in this world and be unhappy, God created it for us to enjoy even though we destroy it, it's still ours. God gave us dominion (rule) over this land, so guess what that's what I'm gonna do. Even when things don't go my way, you know what...that doesn't mean anything, it means I get another opportunity to get it right the next time. People are just people, just like me, they don't have real power, just the power I allow them to have.

Psalms 118:24 This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.
(Thanks Pastor Cosby!)

I thank God for those who came before me, paved the way and never gave up even when it got hard and it felt pointless. I wouldn't be sitting here today without what they did and what they sacrificed.

Solitude...maybe...

Alone

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Maya Angelou

Sometimes I just want to be left alone...there are always people around, I never get a moment to myself. I rarely even get to do a thing for myself...then I think, but is that really what I want...made me think of this poem...

Sunday is coming...Friday is gone...

If we live in the Spririt, let us also walk in the Spirit.
Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.
Galatians 5:25,26

If I am a Christian...shouldn't you be able to tell? Is my behavior a reflection of who God is? How can I say I am a dancer that never goes to a dance studio, or that I am a basketball player who owns no ball? Should I not sacrifice my time, talent, and my treasures to encourage, demonstrate, and perfect that which I proclaim? To say that I am a Christian is to say that I am not so many other things...the question is...

Who do you say I am??????

It's so hard to say goodbye...

In the corners of mind
I just can't seem to find a reason to believe
That I can break free
Cause you see I have been down for so long
Feel like the hope is gone
But as I lift my hands, I understand
That I should praise you through my circumstance

Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance
I just wanna praise youI just wanna praise you
You broke the chains now I can lift my hands
And I'm gonna praise you
I'm gonna praise you

Everything that could go wrong
All went wrong at one time
So much pressure fell on me
I thought I was gon lose my mind
But I know you wanna see
If I will hold on through these trials
But I need you to lift this load
Cause I can't take it anymore

Shackles - Mary Mary

Psalms 118:13,14
You pushed me violently, that I might fall, But the Lord helped me.
The Lord is my strength and song, and He has become my salvation.
Psalm 118:28
You are my God, and I will praise You; You are my God, I will exalt You.