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The Jaws of Life

So you thought you were the stuff, ruff, tuff couldn't get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there's a hitch, it's a straight bitch, you run into a glitch, so you switch, turn counterfeit, writing bad checks, wearing a Bolex, even try to sell sex, loose all respect. Now with your new found friends, smoking lots of dope, drinking expensive gin. Hanging, slanging, even start banging, falling deeper into sin, knowing, you can either get dead or wind up in the pen, but you don't give in.

Still hanging tuff, life calls your bluff, wind up in handcuffs, turn into a creampuff. Don't know how you came through, go back to being the same old you, find yourself in another bind cause you're not paying attention to the warning signs, you keep jiving and conniving, walking a very thin line. You continue to kick it on up, run out of luck, spent your last buck, and you are stuck like Chuck. Want to turn the page but you've become a slave, all that mess is no longer fun, say I'm going to change, easier said than done.

Now you are geeking, tweeking don't know what you're seeking. Skinning, grinning, always loosing never winning. So you take a good look, you can see you've been hooked. So tired of feeling depraved, where will it end... In the grave SLAVE... Then you hear the voice of change, which you ignore, again you score, find your self back on the floor, can't take it any more.

So you look to the sky, ask Lord, why me. Because you are your best friend and your worst enemy. This is why you have a Saviour to set you free. Finally, you start to wake up, to listen at last, cause you have found, a hard head, will make a soft ass. In order to live right, you must fight the good fight and you won't be devoured by The Jaws Of Life. So the next time you hear that voice in your head but you do what you want instead, then find your self falling and falling, STOP STONEWALLING, IT'S GOD CALLING.

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Don'T Think You Know

Good morning Father, may I have a talk with you because to my self I need to be true. For Father I am living in a world of shadow and doubt and I thank you Lord for straightening things out. I have been looking at my life thinking I was living it right, I thought I had the scoop until you started to show me the truth and I was thrown for a loop.

Now I have listened to people who sound intelligent and some not quite so, some could prove what they said and others I know were just putting on a show, but there is none in worst shape than the ones who think they know. I know this to be true 'cause I thought I knew. So your laws I did forsake and that was a huge mistake. It started while growing up in the hood, where up is down and bad is good, It's no longer just there, so it must be in the air because everywhere it has spread now ain't that a kick in the head.

When I was a child I heard screw discipline and run wild. Well life burst my bubble and I stayed in trouble. Then why work when you can get over and you can do it while getting high, forget being sober. Well, I ended up on the rocks 'cause that took me to the school of hard knocks. Then I heard drown your troubles and rebel, that took me through a living Hell. Now the world makes this easy to believe, you think you know but you are being very naive and totally deceived.

Lord I thank you, for showing me, in this life which has so many ways you can go, to take it slow and whatever you do, Don't Think You Know. Now lord I see we are living in perilous times with high and heinous crime. People are turning cold as ice, many are saying down with Jesus Christ and the whole world is about to pay an extremely high price, At The Rise Of The Anti- Christ. For without you Lord He's an unbeatable foe and one of his most powerful weapons is To Make You Think You Know.

This comes with a twist, 'cause He will also make you think, He don't even exist. For he know us all to well and his mission is, To Send Us All To Hell. Now I thank you Lord for showing me, That The Holy Bible is the key to unlocking life's mysteries. With you my life was a waste and whatever I face, I now know, I can do nothing without your Grace. And I thank you again for clearing things up for going the way of the world, you will drink from a very bitter cup.

Now I am all aglow 'cause walking with you, I No Longer Think I Know. Thank you again, AMEN.

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A Brand New Year

My Heavenly Father it's a brand new year and I'm still here by your Heavenly Grace and that's perfectly clear. But there's fear, I'm stuck in first gear so in 2017 with so much unseen, on you I'll have to lean in order to stay clean. So I'm asking for your blessings, for strength to preserve and a change of atmosphere.

Yes Lord I want to spread my wings, grab the golden rings, there's songs to sing, here comes spring. Thus I want to stay on board, keep traveling upward, if to you I keep coming toward there's a great and beautiful reward.

But I'm all mixed up and it's a bitter cup for this stage in my life is new, which keeps me wondering what to say, what to do? I want my mind to stop churning, to become discerning, to obtain understanding while learning. So in Lord Jesus name I do pray, but HEY, I'm already headed the right way.

Although I'm in a world that's totally material where what you have makes you imperial while boarding on insanity because it's all vanity, like trying to apprehend the wind. Without you Lord the world's success is hollow many loose their way trying to follow and finding it's a very bitter pill to swollow.

Still, we kill ourselves for Earthly treasures, trying to aquire them by any means, any measure cause the flesh is all about pleasure. After living the way of the world and constantly stumbling, hard lessons I've learned which have been humbling and I thank you Lord for under the circumstances you gave me a second chance.

I'm tired of going wrong, it's time to live right so in Lord Jesus name I pray for insight, to make my life complete, standing on solid concrete and to be discrete. For you are my Heavenly Father and the best of friends who is with me until the very end.

So I thank you again for being so kind, coming right on time and giving me my rapid fire rhymes, for making things clear and giving me another Blessed Year. In Lord Jesus name which I do acclaim, you deserve all the fame and may you forever rein... AMEN

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An Illicit Affair

It was an illicit affair, you'd think, they wouldn't dare, they believed, if we handle it with care no one would be aware. Bur they made a grave err and it became a very heavy cross to bear.

Now the woman had flare with long, wavy hair, very well to do, a millionaire, she was known as cleaver Clair. Clair was doing just fine, marriage in tact, the woman was stacked, walking a straight line. Out of the blue, her life turned on a dime.

When she met a man who looked to be grand, seemed to have the upper hand, in complete command and he was called dapper Dan.

Dapper Dan was a secretive.man, although he had a wife and kids, he kept it very well hid. But Claire didn't mind, felt she needed to unwind and leave everything else behind, traveling a road completely blind.

Now they both were prominent the very substance in life they seemed to represent and all the people were looking at them with amazement. Until they looked into each other's eyes and was taken by surprise, they became mesmerized, what came next was very unwise.

They threw caution to the wind and committed the ultimate sin. It felt a so right, it couldn't be wrong, they were singing love songs, two people that just didn't belong. Things soon started to go wrong.

When they had to settle for quickies as their lives became tricky and the affair really sticky. No matter how hard they tried to keep it hid, life opened the lid then came an awful smell when life dropped a bombshell. It was time to say farewell.

Yes the jig was up and they had to drink from an extremely bitter cup. And they were genuinely sad for they could plainly see the beautiful lives they already had. Since they knew they had strayed they became afraid, for the first time in their lives they prayed.

Eventually they put their lives back together but they had to go through some awfully stormy weather. For those beautiful lives they earned. A hard lesson learned.

You see, you can work your game but it will take aim, put a bead on you like a sniper, then strikes like a pit viper, although your schemes can have you feeling hyper. Remember, just around the bend there awaits. The Piper.

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Faith

Faith, The substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

How is your faith, will it hold up under life's weight or would you fold from being worldly controlled or, do your faith have a stronghold.

And not faith in material things but faith in things unseen. World you step out on a limb even though the limb looks grim, while people are saying, you're crazy it's just a whim?

Which means stepping into the obscure being totally unsure but you are really secure because you know you have a saviour and your faith is going to make you a great entrepreneur.

Except you're in a world of defence believing only in it's science, so it has thrown down the gauntlet for The Word to the world is a real threat and makes it sweat because the world only believes in assets.

But faith is beyond common sense which is our natural defense, so is your faith pretence or are you on the fence?

2Cor.5:7(For we walk by faith not by sight) but we are so use to fight or flight, so how do I build my faith and make it airtight?

Rom.10:17(Faith comes by hearing and hearing by The Word of Christ) but will that suffice for the world say it's way to big a sacrifice and far too over priced. Still out of all the worldly knowledge I've heard nothing makes more sense than The Word.

However, all over the land it looks like man has the upper hand, but you must be on your guard(Thus saith The Lord: Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, that maketh flesh his arm and who's heart depareth from The Lord. Jer.17:5 KJV.) And this will be of your own accord.

So take heed for you can do incredible deeds even with faith as small as a mustard seed but it must be in The Lord and you will feel it deep within then, your faith can move mountains. (Matt.17:20)

NOW when life gets you down and has you full of grief, turn to The Lord for complete relief and pray( Lord help my unbelief. Mark 9:24) because when in The Lord you take stock you'll be building your house upon a Rock. ( Luke.6:48).

Then if you feel The Lord still hasn't taken your case you must ask yourself. How is my Faith?

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What Is Poetry

What is poetry, I must ask? Writing poetry can be quite a task. Still I struggle and continue to write, Hmmm, for my delight, or do I write from insight? Although I get frustrated, very agitated, can"t bring myself to hate it because I"m also captivated. You see, poetry is something very new, something I thought I would never do, yes I thought nothing of the kind, poetry never even crossed my mind. Until Rehad. I was jotting down stuff that was really drab, while in my mind I was repeating a phraise while giving The Lord praise. Then a voice I heard, "you can do much more with those words" I didn't have a clue of what I could do.

So I started to think, I started to strain but the more I strained the further away they became. I was completely baffled, it had stopped me cold, so I stopped trying and behold poem's started to unfold. Now the tide has turned, no more free ride it's time to learn, so some candles I must burn, like everything else poetry too, you must earn. Instead I duck, I dodge, I hide, thinking of anything to put them aside. With all the great poets how can I compete, I feel as though I'm already beat. So I get afraid and into the back ground I fade, trying my best to evade. But that's not the case for every morning I awake they are right back in my face. I'm thinking, this is not the norm, should I grab the bull by the horns. My head started to spin, thinking how do I begin.

And from out of my heart, following the other poets is a great place to start, in order to proceed you must not only write, you must also read and reading is showing me it takes special people to write poetry. Which also keeps me in check and for all you poets I have the utmost respect. So whether good or bad, I will nether smudge nor carry a grudge for I am not here to judge. I just want to be a part of these wonderful works of art. But Poetry, I wonder, what will I aquire and what will transpire? I guess I must travel the unknown but it's good to know, I don't walk alone. So I say again my friend. What Is Poetry, I Must Ask, Writing Poetry Can Be Quite A Task?

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God We Blame You

GOD we blame you for the evil that we do. Why don't you keep coming to our rescue? Just wipe it all away, make everything new so the crazy and foolish things we can continue to do, then maybe, we will believe in you.

You see, we are highly intelligent we think we know better than you so when you hear us croon we want you to dance to our toon, now we may sound like buffoons but GOD we want you to make life a cartoon. Thence no consequence.

Even as children we have learned if you play with fire you will get burned and if you do dirt a lot of people could get hurt. But your laws are old from so long ago where it also say you shall reap what you sow and your old laws we want to overthrow.

Yes GOD, we are very smart we just refuse to understand that you made life real and not wonderland, which is why we say a woman can marry a woman and a man a man. If you get that sensation then it's aspiration, to us it's a good relation but you call it an abomination. That we won't even mention cause we pay it no attention.

Because we want our livelihood, to live like Hollywood, even if it's falsehood we still want you to make it all good. So your laws we want to change or rearange. We love to shake our groove thing, to make life a game where nothing matters but fortune and fame.

Therefore, we want to be players coz we love to play, the problem is it puts us on ground of very soft clay. Although it feels on solid ground we stand, it keeps turning into quicksand. As we are going down wearing an ugly frown, bidding ourselves adieu, we blame you.

Now GOD if to our every whim you would cater then we would stop being traitors and haters but only if you be our personal waiter. Since your consequences can be brutal and trying to change your laws is futile then we are highly disturbed so we'll have to kick you to the curd.

We don't care about the preachers broadcasting, that you and your Word are from Everlasting to Everlasting. Furthermore, if you are The Father and The Master why would you let people go through such horrible disasters, while letting children die of cancer.

Knowing very well we're looking directly at the answer. For we know it's a crime, a shame and a disgrace when they let children play on land full of buried toxic waste. They know it's there they just don't care because they are in the land of milk and honey, so they do it in the name of power, fame, fortune, Greed, MONEY.

And they don't fret because they know the people are not a threat. As we turn our heads, twittle our thumbs, act dumb and even get numb and expecting a good outcome. While the bigwigs keep snapping people like twigs and using the public as guinea pigs. As they poison the air, the land, the water and the food too, yet GOD we blame you for the hellish and heinous things we do.

I remember hearing my father holler, gather around and hear me sing, this is my castle and I am the king. No one would open their mouth because there was no way we could tell our father how to run his house. You are our Heavenly Father and The Creator , we want to be the dictators and you our personal waiter, snap our finger and you're the operator.

Its all Vanity and what is the meaning of INSANITY?

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Around and Around

Have life been trying to give you a hint, which you ignore or just plain resent? Maybe you feel there's something you should do only you don't have a clue. So you try to let it fall through but to yourself are you being true?

 Now there's something with the world you should share but how can you share when you're completely unaware? Still it pokes, it prods, when it manifest it will have the world awed. Although it act a bit crude because what it do is allude, can even make you brood but once correctly viewed, you'll have all gratitude.

It may come later in your years, you may even have a career, so why should you change for something that's so unclear? However. When you figure it out you'll know what your life is really about and that's without a doubt.

Unfortunately it's in the back of your mind where you try to keep it confined, not knowing it was assigned and between Heaven and Earth you're creating a rift by trying to suppress a God Given Gift.

And the more you try to put that intuition down the more it rebounds and will keep you going around and around.

While some will be content, some will lament and the others who will not relent but represent their God given talent. Nonetheless, will you go for success or will you suppress and wonder forty years in the wilderness.

Just be real, it can make you feel you're in a bind, can make you feel life's unkind but don't let it leave you behind cause if you seek you shall find.

Just remember, the more you try to put it down, the more it rebounds and will keep you going around and around.

Don't let it create a rift or set you adrift. Discover your God Given Gift.

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Props

We struggle through life, through the stress, through the strife, it cuts like a knife but onward we travel crawling through the dirt, through the gravel while watching our lives unravel.

As we go on the prowl, on our faces there's a scowl and a feeling of throwing in the towel. 

While a breakthrough seems out of sight, thinking, how can I make things right, suddenly it comes piercing through the night, a beacon of light, it continues to get bright

It was a heck of a scare, you got an answer to your secret prayer, knowing you were delivered out of your despair, even a nightmare.

So let's stop poking out our chests boasting, I'm the best when we know, we've been Blessed. Instead of flapping our chops. Give Him, His Props.

Then the next time your life is on cruise control and you fall into a manhole or find yourself up a pole,  just slow your roll.

Wether you're on a mountain top or in a sweatshop, before you call the cops or start flapping your chops, remember, He can remove all the stops.

It's Just Proper, To Give Him, His Props.

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Is Your House In Order

Is your house in order, or do you keep running for the boarder, maybe you're a life hoarder?

Like so many others do you feel your world is shrinking, with a feeling inside like you're sinking so you pick up a bottle and start drinking, which only brings about stinking, thinking.

And you know things have gone awry when people's conversations are all about me, my and I. While injustice is being swept under the rug and we look for happiness in drugs. If that's what you prefer then your house is completely out of order.

Whatever your situation you need to seek immediate salvation cause if you take a look at the world and look at the times, you can't help but see the unmistakable warning signs in a world that prefer to remain blind.

Just look at how the world is now setting the stage, no longer turning the page, unexplained rage, is The Bible right have we come to the end of an age?

And you won't escape by plane nor by cars. Check out N.A.S.A. and the rich they're in a race for Mars but they too are behind bars.

For time grows short and we are about to be judged by the Highest Court. So if you feel somethings amiss and you want to stay out of the Abyss then it comes down to this.

If your house is straight, see you at The Pearly Gates.

If your house is fair it could use a little repair but you're pretty much square.

But if your house is a mess then it really needs to be addressed because you are in danger of being hurled into The Netherworld.

So it's to stop being a hoarder, tucking tail and running for the boarder, take a stand and get your house in order.