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 ©

by holding his hand

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an innocence maybe
her fingertips curl
his hand like a baby
she takes on the world

her soft pretty make up
she believes
love commands

stands behind pretty seen
when she’s holding his hand

he can see someone missing
feel forgotten and sad
he can need her to feed him
face to face with his dad

she’s got eyes to her thigh’s
made to call any man
but to me she’s made golden
by holding his hand  ©

 

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 ©

 

Maybe

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maybe I skip rocks 
in my mind
maybe when I’m close
but far behind
lookin at your face
like lovers should
maybe I’ll be fine
but I’m no good

          …maybe not

maybe we build bridges
from afar
maybe we’ve forgotten
what we are
maybe we see lines 
on golden sands
maybe we hold love
by different hands

         ….maybe not

maybe we will never
start to cry
maybe we have secret
perfect eyes
maybe we know nothing  
as we should
baby I’ll be fine
but I’m not good

           …maybe not  ©

And It Goes

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just because I never complain
don’t mean I ain’t
been hit by the train
and if you ever did see me
so thoughtful for long
don’t believe I ain’t said
I was right when I’s wrong

mr tell me becomes
of a man without sin
never tried just to lose
never died for his friends

still you look at my smile
and profile such a scene
ain’t no man with no worry
thumbin’ rides through a dream

just because in my troubles
my face never shows
to the Lord on that train
my hurt waves
and it goes©

Now I lay me down to sleep

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Now I lay me
down to sleep
I love you God
my love runs deep
but if I go before I wake
I’m scared from
all the good I take

inside the day
when I get rest
ashamed I didn’t
do my best
so bitter cold
inside I’m warm
while others die
beyond my door

It bothers me
I pay my rent
from working hard
I’m not content
so many times
while drinking beers
alone inside
I’m cryin’ tears

I need you now
this hurt it grows
to ease my sadness
find my roads

I have your heart
but lack true wealth
that comes through
feeding someone else ©

चित्रकारको- The Artist

-Questlove ©2014 Artist : Edward McMillan

-Questlove ©2014
Artist : Edward McMillan

To be an artist. To create an audible or visual mark upon this world that expresses who we are. Art is sacred because it proves the existence of a God given soul. It signifies the dark roads or lost highways we’ve walked. Every voice behind a microphone and each time an artist picks up a brush , the silent hallways and empty canvases come alive with poetry that flows straight from the artist’s soul. It tells us how they feel and who they are. All that is needed is a starting point. With that, they leave their mark on this world forever. Without that starting point, the many songs of yesterday, the Mona Lisa would only exist within the souls of mortal men. Men with names easily forgotten by the hands of time. A man becomes an artist when his soul meets his canvass. Much like art, who we are to this world is a mixture of two components: what we have and what we do with it. 

Dear Jesus,
I ask that you shelter me from blindness
bless me with continual vision
let me know my own reflection
as a work of your art
please guide my actions in a way
that allows me to be your perpetual mark
In me, let the lost find proof of your work

upon this canvass of life
let my intentions paint your glory
guide my voice to a song of love
Lord, bless me with the courage
to be an exhibition of your mastery
for I care not if this world forgets my name
so long as I help them to remember yours.

                       Amen ©