Tears I Cry

Tears I Cry Wonder what I’ll be when I grow old How will I look the day after I die Momma can I go I’m such a fool My cross bleeds Tears I cry Memories lay hold of me And awake in the night I cry How can I be so bold While inwardly I … Continue reading

Still

When is the last time you were alone? I mean alone with just yourself and thoughts. I have a running joke with my daughter saying  “my mind is like a search engine with too many tabs open at all time”. Do you relate? It seems in this day and age of constant communication, and distraction, we … Continue reading

What if today is…

Often time we do not lend enough thought to the above ellipses. Our lives are filled with social media; via  cell phone, iPad, and laptops While social media zaps most of our time here are a few others: Family, work, more work, television, and many more “important” things that eat up our time. In fact, we are so … Continue reading

How we get there from here?

Originally posted on CLARITY OF THOUGHT:
Take it slow Don’t move to fast Think before you act All of these are sayings we have heard previously. Sound advice if you do not want to put your foot in your mouth. However, in this digital age moving slow can cost you the?competitive?edge needed to set yourself…

Here is a new poem that I wrote this morning. Its roots are in today’s society and the value being placed upon us by the news media and politicians. With the racial, social, and economic divides shoved upon us, I attempted to tell a story where each stanza builds together, ultimately reminding us we are His and have a divine purpose. Politicians tell us we need them and we don’t. Each race see themselves as disparaged, they are not. We ourselves, as individual, feel lost and small, we are not. Ultimately we are what this says, if we choose to be. Otherwise, we remain the first stanza forever. It can be read all together (start to finish) or by the lines in each corresponding stanza. (see below) There once was a little man When he grew up he was not little This chosen man realized Etc. There once was a little man Living in a little town He had mistakenly look through wrong lens Etc. Enjoy the read….

Little Man   There once was a little man Living in a little town On the small side of life Captive to a small dream   When he grew up he was not little He had mistakenly looked through wrong lens He had mistakenly valued himself He had mistakenly valued his future   This chosen … Continue reading