Intentional doves

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If I could satisfy
the rivers flow
I’d give the life
my lover dreams

if in my hands
her sun would rise
my smile would be
just what it seems

through faded signals
Crossing roads
the miles just telling
lies at sea

My love will always
call her home
her smiles and tears
mean everything ©

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Dear Jesus I love her

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Dear Jesus Forgive me
I feel lost and alone
I’ve brought tears to my woman
I’ve abandoned my home

she’s the light in my darkness
I’m the pain in her night
she’s the hand I hold onto
guide me to be her light

I could never go on Lord
She’s my reason to live
she’s the one I will fight for
everything I will give

just to hold her up high Lord
I will die by her side
please protect her and love her
in Your word I’ll abide ©

Because you love your man

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When I think about
the reasons
for my mind
running circles
chasing memories 
it hurts to find

girl to me
you’re memory
it’s in the wind
blowing back mistakes
I’m running races
I can’t win

in the moment love
completely let me go
far from you
it cuts me
like the scars
you hide I know

never me to be
who seems to
see you’re sad
how bad it hurts
sometimes inside
because you love
your man ©

 

On the corner of salvation, two blocks away from raisin’ hell

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You know that I’ve looked in on you
since the day that you were born
trouble seems to be about the only name
your mama calls me every morn’
like the rose outside your window pane
she’s the peddles and I’m the thorn
every time I drive away the rain
she gives you shelter from the storm

And it ain’t easy being lonely
to know I gave you a broken home
my little angel whispers softly
praying her daddy’s not alone
in her heart there’s no relation
between the peddles and the smell
and the thorns outside salvation
two blocks away from raisin’ hell

Darlin’ love will find us a better way
I see the weather in your eyes
the storm that’s blowin’ down your fences
ain’t supposed to be what makes you cry
you can see that I’m unshaven
and where I live don’t treat me well
on the corner of salvation
two blocks away from raisin’ hell  ©




Unconditional Love

Wish it were real without those restrictions
ulterior and superior motives
no vote of confidence from my confidants
deliver me oh dear envisioned
bring its taste into blossom and bloom
cause its untrue in an empty room
that love exists without condition

That I’ve got problems no one can solve
I get enthused fruition
to have my fruit abused
been at stages
been in a book sometimes
parts where I Just couldn’t turn pages
I cannot deal with a sadness
like a negative angel

It’s annoyance asking conditional acknowledgment
that I’m buoyant
See that I love you
I don’t enjoy it

but its bull shit
Its just a sad movie
like t.v cause you & me
supposed to be nutrition
couple thorns but still a rose

In my garden where my heart is
it may become an empty tormented prison
dormant I will never be
my love for you lives a love with no condition ©

the windows of love

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Love is a window that is one often opened with white satin gloves. It is beautiful and delicate, made of glass that we see right through…Its something that we fear breaking.  But, love is also a difficult window to open at times. From the hard rains in the summer, to the cold nights in between… we cannot see through the dirt and grime. This vantage point, this view that we treat so guarded… it gets covered with so many different things that we may not see through to the other side. We somehow wish to protect our satin gloves from being ruined opening this dirty window. Isn’t it funny that in times like these we forget what’s important? How do I suppose the relief of fresh air will gain entry? During moments that make me feel so alone and without air to breathe? Love is not to be handled with white gloves alone. Gloves that protect our vanity. We so often concern our hearts with the appearance of love… we become people that have no versatility … love is within the labor of always being sure our window remains open. True love is dirty and bloody… Love may be presented to us with bows and ribbons, it may be so very worthy of the essence of honor and decorum… but in the boots I have walked or the roads that I’ve traveled … love takes work gloves and mud… love is pain. Love means ruining those white gloves. Every bit of sediment on its tracks…  each time we fall face first in the mud… so long as I can see you through my window pane… I can tell you that I love you.  ©