Everyday is a different struggle.

But we need to step out of our bubble .

We are one strong voice

so I hope our words don’t cause any trouble.

We need to be very subtle.

But with the right words

we can fight this life struggle.

When the day is all done

I will rub your feet with your favorite oil

and run you a hot bath,

you know with extra bubbles.

After this we can cuddle.

You say “wait !!! not so fast you need to shave

because you have too much stubble.

“Hours later you say “baby I’m hungry

my tummy is starting to tumble.”

I ask “what would you like?”

You say “whatever you cook just make mine double,

and for dessert,

can you make my favorite

Apple Crumble?”

Losing the love of my life,
It’ like someone yanked the knife
out from my bleeding heart.

My life was falling apart
so how do I restart,
because I know I played a big part.

God has blown out the old flame
in my broken shredded heart
and replaced it with a more powerful flame
in my new heart.

With God in my life
no one can blow out this eternal flame.

With God there’s no shame.
So I’m starting a new game
with new players and new prayers.

Lord you have broken my chains.
and I’m no longer bound,
because You’ve given me wings
like an eagle now I can abound .

Now that you set me free,
It’s time to let the world see,
the new me new hopes ,
new dreams ,and louder screams.

They say the best way to get to know someone 

is to walk a mile in their shoes.

Some of us have the same shoe size,

but lead different lives.

Walking in their shoes may take many miles

or even a lifetime .

This will be painful at times,

but without putting their shoes on,

we can’t say

“Oh we understand what you are going through.”

So till we come out of our comfort zone

and put their shoes on,

put them on our shoulders,

and let them guide us.

Then by doing this,

we’ll have a greater perspective

on their struggles.

Then we can say,

“we understand what you’re going through.”

At the end of this journey ,

may we have a better

and much deeper appreciation for that person .

When you take time to get to know someone,

you actually get to know ourselves .

Remember everyone has a story to tell,

we just need to open their book,and read it.

Everyone has a story to tell,
so it’s up to us
to open their book and read it.

Anyone can open a book,and read
but it takes discipline to get pass the cover .

When we finally stop being selfish
and read their story,that’s when we realize
that have more in common
then we ever could’ve imagined.

My feelings use to be bottled in
so I didn’t know where to begin.
I picked up a pen and let my story begin.

Do I write because I’m right
or for others delight .

Do I write out of fright
or do I write because there is enough light.
If my beats aren’t tight
Lord let my words still take flight.

I’m not a fighter I’m a writer.
That’s why I will only fight you on paper
where it’s much safer.
I will always fight for what I believe in.

So to all my haters,complainers,
intimidators,and all debaters.
This will never stop me
because God’s spirit is within me.

May the words I now utter
melt hearts like butter.
I’m not sure where this might go,
but I’ll keep writing,
and watch it grow.

Broken pictures ,
isn’t just throwing a picture frame
against the wall.

Broken pictures happen,
when you are hurt by someone .
Even if its on purpose or not,
the picture is still broken.

Broken pictures happen
when dreams are shattered
but could be fixed,
by retaking the same picture ,
but with new lenses meaning your eyes .

It may require a lot of film
“film”meaning patience.
So the picture you thought you’d lost,
will have a new look.

When you speak hateful words,
its like us losing a coin
in a wishing well.
You can’t get it the coin back,
but only wish you could.

Now all that’s left,is regret.
Your lost coin,like the last word
you’ll  ever speak to someone.
So spend your words wisely,
and forgive,

Our lives are precious vases displayed on mantels.
So with the softest scream
or the slightest yell,
the vase can fall
and all that’s inside
are shattered on the floor.

But only God
can pick up the pieces
and put back what was shattered.