I Write.........

I write.....

I write for the sake of getting the word out
speaking my mind.
it is funny i always get sleepy when
i get ready to write about Christ.
and sometimes i give in, but sometimes
i don't
sometimes i know i just have to fight threw it
but sometimes i just wont

i write for the sake of my
full figured potential
I love my sister big boned, for their heart
to me is more intentional
ask her for a dollar, and
if she don't have it, she'll get it
let her know you hungry,
she will hot skip to the kitchen

i write for what i use to
call my situation
I now know that God sent her to save me
becoming more of an inspiration
My hope for the future
standing willing to wait
Not waiting for me,
but for God to call her my mate

i write for the boys and girls
that know not about Jesus Christ
for the men and women
that just do not YET have it right
being a messenger, a vessel,
a glass of water
grasping the message, getting it out
holding it in at bay, telling it as it was spoken by MY FATHER

I write because i just love to
more than reading a book
sometimes it makes sense only to me
but, as long as others take a look
i dare not keep the truth to myself,
it is suppose to passed along
so i will pass it to anyone that wishes to
receive it, from the old on to the young

i write for the sake of love,
love has been the very thing,
that came from above
spreading down on each of us
in hopes that we will all see
Love has loved me more than anyone or anything else,
so for that, i love love, for love has been so good to me
"xpressurself"

Bus Ride........

My truck has been out of sink for a while,

and I am having to catch rides back and forth

and they are coming way from the south of town

just to come and get me on the north

now my initial thought was to not even tell

anyone, that I needed help at all

But, when I do that, it raises more of

An issue, if I do not make certain calls

So as my commute would come, although

I never actually asked for the help

But the refusal would not make too much sense

But as the days grew by, though I was doing all I could

I still could sense a bit of their tiredness

Out of love, through the kindness of their hearts,

Back and forth to and from work, back to where I stay

I KNOW the commute is a lot on them, so I decided

I wanted to do something different,

To keep them from coming so far out of their way

I am going to ride the bus today

It has been over 20 years, but hey

I felt some kind of way

I saw people of all forms of light,

All were beautiful in God’s sight

But in mine eyes, not all of them were totally right

I would get on the bus and take my seat

And of course, several guys already had me beat

So eventually it would get full, and I would kindly give the

Working ladies my seat

But there should be no reason ladies over 50 should be

Standing on their feet

Guys my age would look out of the window as if they do not see

Just to be outdone by men over the age 70

Acts of kindness cost nothing, and is nothing to me

Imagine if God was a jerk, and chose to be lazy towards me

I would still be standing in the midst of my tears of where life placed me

So you see…. I am glad… I am glad I rode the bus today

There were homeless people on the bus that were

Homeless from life itself

Nothing they did wrong, but was dealt a bad hand

And are now needing a little help

There was the psychotic, the ghetto, the rich, and some poor

Some were just Vagrant, searching for an understanding of life

When it seems, life has just given them no more

This guy got on the bus, and you could tell he had cash

He was black, and dressed like a normal ole Joe that still had his hood pass

My humility is based on how I treat people and my bus ride brought me back

To where I use to be, knowing that all people are not just one way

I rode the bus today,
 and I am glad I did, NO, I am glad God

Orchestrated it that way

“xpressurself”

You are Music...............

I see you this time around, like I never have before//
This peace about you turns me on more, and more, and more//
 Unlike before,
there was this distance that pushed me closer to the shore//
That I was sssoooo unable to ignore//
But now I see you, this time around, making me want to cradle you//
I was told I had this ability to unintentionally disable you//
Is that true?//
Well not this time, my heart will be more cognitive, cautiously making a point NOT to control you// Because, I need YOU,
 to move me//
You have a permanent spot in my soul, that is always able to soothe me//
 Not even my Lady has learned the main ingredient of how you do me//
 You are my wife, which is what my girlfriend told me//
You are music, and when you are on the radio, or my playlist, you do as much to me as poetry.... “Xpressurself”

Jesus Wept....

Jesus Wept,
He cried for that moment in life when he discovered
his friend had lost his life
he cried when he witnessed the sillines of the world
was taken over by all of the hype
Jesus' life was placed on hold so he could go and see
about one that meant so much
i do nto think He would have made the time
to do so, if this was not such
but He did. The world kept on moving but
He made His life stand still for a moment in time
and everything else was major but not so much
important for He could place everything else back in line
But He had to lay His hands on him, and hold him and comfort him
for the sake of His friend meeting the Father
It was nothing for the Savior to keep it moving with everything
else going on, and not be a bother.
 But He paused, and for a moment in time. Jesus wept.........

He made a point to speak to the Father, making a special request
to either bring His friend back on Earth with the living, or make ready his
mansion up in Heaven
I take it God was ready for him, without question.
It is ok to cry, and mourn for this moment in time,
for Angels have once again been removed from our presence
I weep, but will keep the example of my Savior
that always has an awesome message
Jesus wept for his friend, and His compassion exploded
showing everyone it is ok to grieve
He also lets us know, that in the midst of mourning,
His friends are in good hands.......... Just believe
"xpressurself"

do not feel bad for me... not for everyone....

i am living in a society where a man and a woman
is affected by the decision of facing another person of color
regardless if i am a black man.
a white person has to make a conscience decision to
treat a person of another race as they treat their own
and defend themselves to let the other race believe they actually understand
i have been given this line of bullshit, "i do not care what race you are, when i
see you, i do not see color"
you are just a brother from another mother.
and i have to make the choice to be either an asshole and ask
the question "so you are telling me that you are color blind"
and they say, OOOHHH NNNOOO, I SEE JUST FINE
then how are you gonna tell me that you do not see color
when you see me. I am a 230lb. brown skinned male. if you do nto see
 color, what do you see
because obviously you are not looking at me.

I call myself a ni$$a, because that is what i choose to do.
if you do not see color, then i am taking it, this is what you see
the nigga in me
i call myself a ni$$a because i will never run from what my ancestors
had to deal with when they dealt with your lying ass..  predator kinsmen
notice what i did not say..... um hm...
i have had to face this life all my life
dealing with you making me think you are not what you really are
if you really did not see color, that would not even be a damn issue
ignorance has made a crown around you
so... YES... i call myself a ni$$a because that is what i am
to all of you that do not see "color"
that means you are colorblind, so to help you out
here it is... i am a black ni$$a.... guilty
i am what God made, so i choose to be nothing different, but come on and ride with me
and do not feel bad for me,, because of what you are already thinking about me 
but i will break you if it ever comes out of your mouth.... so silence it conscientiously 
"xpressurself"