When the world tries to bury me alive.
It’s the light of Your word
that guides and keeps me alive.

God you reminded me,
that you created the world in 7 days,
and You’re the only one who saves.
You’re the only one who conquered the grave
and rose on the third day.

Now when the world tries to prey.
It’s Your mighty word
that holds my enemies at bay.

On that note,
the world has nothing else to say
and if they do,
I just continue to pray.

When you take relationships nice and slow, you allow things to really grow.

Through the summer, spring,and until you see the winter snow.

Then you can kiss your sweetheart under the mistletoe.

Sometime I write my poems in pencil
just to keep it simple.
But this won’t change anything,
because I can still be gentle
and sentimental .

My ultimate goal
is that my poetry
will continue to make
people show off their dimples.

Before God,my life was like food
without salt,very bland.
Like a peanut butter sandwich without jam.

When I would cook
it wasn’t healthy,
because I would use too much butter
and not enough Pam.

As I was faced with pain,
I was like Forest Gump I ran.
When I would get scared,
I would try to bury my face
as deep as I can in the sand.

But God picked me up,
gave me new,and
stronger legs to stand.

He put a new thought in my head.
And like Thomas the Train would say
“I think I can” ” I think I can”.

Yes I’m a new man
under God’s master plan.
So the only thing to say now is
“AMEN”

God You’ve given me strength

just to keep breathing.

You keep my heart beating,

in and out of season .

When my heart is grieving,

it’s your Word

that keeps me believing .

Your love is real,

no teasing.

You have brought my dreams to pass,

now I’m leaping.

You work things out in my life,

even while I’m sleeping.

There is a big difference between finding love,
and finding true love.

True love is when you walk into a room
and all you see is the one you truly love.
It’s like you have became blind to everyone else.

When they say your name for the first time.
It’s at that exact time
you want to hear them say your name
for the rest of your life.

Now your name takes on a new meaning.
It’s at that moment your heart really starts to live.
This is the day you put your fingerprints on each others hearts.

The sunsets and sunrises take on a new meaning .
Music has a new and improved sound.
Even food has a better taste.
Steaks become much juicer.
Fruit becomes sweeter.
Sodas have more fizz
and when you look to the sky
you will see a bird winking at you.

When the two of you talk
even though room is full of people
all you hear is each other and
people’s voices just fade away
like how old songs ended on the radio.

We can try to change it

like furniture and rearrange it.

Like a bad picture

and retake it.

Like a bad batch of cookies

and remake it.

We can act like it never happened

and repress it.

Hide it with a joke

and laugh it.

Like not being sure of your decision

and second guess it.

Point all your fingers

and blame it.

Wish it would leave through the doors of your mind

you know stage right exit.

When I look down at this pen in my hand,
I ask myself how much power does this pen have?
Well it only has as much power as my heart allows .
So my heart is guiding my pen.

So here I go.
When you left,a piece of my heart left also.
It seemed like my words wouldn’t come fast enough.
I was screaming “PLEASE DON’T GO. I NEED YOU !!!!!!
with my voice cracking and tears falling.

I know your heart was screaming
“PLEASE LISTEN IM BROKEN.”
But I didn’t hear.
So the only thing that I’m left with,
are the tiny pieces of your heart,
that are now blended with the sands on the beach.

But only God
can help me gather the pieces of your heart
and put it back together,
because He created you with such precision .

I now look around;
things are dark,
cold and no love.
I miss your presence
and still feel and smell your breeze.

I can still feel your touch ,
but for now,you only live in my mind.
The pictures of you are blurry and
so your smile brightens the picture .

What I wouldn’t do ,
to see you with my own eyes
and not the eyes in my mind.

When I wake up you are not there,
I scream inside,
but sometimes I yell silently .
So then I ask myself” Is this a dream”?
If it is,
let me go back to sleep
so I can see her again.

Your cries of pain
started out like the lightest drizzle of rain
to a loud rolling thunder in the sky.
By the time I heard the thunder,
it was too late.

The lightning had already struck
and you were gone .
Now all that is left
are your pictures in my mind.

Over the years
my negative faces and words
were very hurtful .
It’s like my words cut your heart
with tiny paper cuts, and as time went by
the cuts got deeper.

Now with every positive word I speak
from this day forward,
will fill the holes of your broken heart.

But by not giving you a voice
is like me taking air from your lungs .
Your voice is like air
you needed it to survive.

I now realize that by giving you a voice,
it’s like a hot air ballon ,
it needs air to go higher and higher.

I miss your voice,
the softness of it
and the sweetness of it.
I would love to hear your smile again.
So I can hear the words in your eyes.
WOW ! You really know how to speak with your eyes.

Living life is like riding a bike,

once you get back on track

it just seems right .

If you fall,

it’s alright

just pick yourself up

and continue to fight.

Some of the hills of life

maybe nail biting ,

sometimes exciting ,

or even inviting .

So when you think life is to challenging ,

just keep smiling

and keep grinding .

Lord God thank you

for showing us the true meaning of love.

And loving us

despite our faults,

is unconditional love.

Help us to be more like You,

and put our differences aside.

So we can choose love over hate.

I want to thank you Lord

for turning my doubts

into reality.

I would’ve never thought

I would be writing,

and I’m sorry for not trusting you.

Thank you God for speaking through my pen

and into people’s hearts.

Thank you for the bloggers

that follow my blogs,

and for those who stumble across it.

May the words that speak through my pen,

continue to reach the masses.