Hurry Up & STOP

February 23, 2009 at 2:35 am (Poetry)
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So I shout hurry up young buck,
Only to be reminded that I am young,
Heard it said by everyone,
telling me,
Be someone, be somebody, do something, live your dreams.
What if I am running and not stopping?
What if I keep reaching for those dreams, seeking and searching opportunities?
It seems I am so distracted, it seems I keep trying to live a life of integrity.
Yet it seems that’s not good enough.
I’m not asking to be perfect, just a little progress.
But all I get is the feeling that my soul is incomplete, because I am not doing something significant!

I’m tired of it, just want to quit!
But my body will not stop moving, just like my soul won’t stop dreaming.
I could quit if I were dead, but we all know that’s not an option.
Its just a mere cop out, a mere technical formality of fallacies.

But now I start back from were I began.
The same old life, journey and hair!
If only I could be anything I wanted to be,
Would I change my appearance?
Would that change what I do, who I am, what I can be?

I heard it said that God equips the called.
But the problem is, I am the one that’s called?
Are these just voices in my head telling me lies?
Are they hiding in some clever disguise?
So many questions yet so little time.
I’m a bout to leave it all behind.

Start a new, start a fresh.
Leaving the thoughts I want to re-mesh
But who am I kidding, I can’t change me, this is who I am.
This is what I was made to see.
I would run and run and run if I could,
but my reality is never two steps back
And i finally realize that its just a race track.

So my soul so bold will do one thing.
It will STOP
and BREATHE
and REST
and SEIZE
opportunity of the divine, given to me in this proper time.
transition is my mission at hand.

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Inner light

February 4, 2009 at 11:32 pm (Poetry)

(I’m still a work in progress, an attempt to not regress)

young man’s frosty frigid hands so cold, but so bold
Continue the work of his forefathers, they never get to old
Prescribed by far off  mediocre memories he remembers,
The wisdom of truth he was taught to share, it seems only last december
He could hear it being speakin by his grandfather, from the inner light it shine bright
Holding it tight, the old text,  like the love of his son, God and wife.

sayin,

This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine,
Let this inner light shine bright.


But in the beginning of this young mans life, choas and critics ensue, what to do?
Never knowing to believe, the demographic or the bold of His most true.
So he tried  in his own way, blazzin a path in his own name, so lame
Gettin tired in his ways, evidentially left with no one to blame.
But in the darkest moment he found somethin seekin,
Unrealized it was this inner light speaking,

sayin,

This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine,
Let this inner light shine bright.


Out of the darkness he came, blessed by the face of Grace,
Simply he knew what was, his time and place.
To stand for things of new,
he stands for the only thing he knew,
Derived from the fingerprints left to impress,
Marking the nature of his soul to bless.

sayin,

This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine,
Let this inner light shine bright.


Now he’s not always right in his ways,
But united by the path that he blazes.
All for one, screamin the call for all kind
Never realizin, in his own mind.
What this began inside of him,
A newfound value greater than a double two rims.

And all the while he’s still sayin,

This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
This inner light of mine, I’m gunna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine,
Let this inner light shine bright.

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