<<<<<<******Welcome Aboard ********>>>>>>>

There is a place, where love is distant, and for a good cause

And at this same place, men and women are in love

With the thought of getting out of his/ her own way

Open for changing the way they use to think

The way they use to speak

The way they use to respond

The way they use to live

The way their entire thought process reacts to reality

Yes, this place is real, and life is not a formality

Noooo, this place is not an easy place to be

Nor is it too comfortable

But it is a wonderful place when you are

able to go through and observe, and learn, and conquer what

it has to offer you

You will get your hands dirty

Your feelings may get hurt

You may be on your knees day and night.

But I promise you with all that I have, it is certainly worth the fight.

It will be a violent effort to get free of a restraint

Involving constriction and addictions,

causing some pain and heartache,

with many afflictions

and when it is all said and done, NO ONE can tell

you how you are suppose to feel.

But it is the most beautiful feeling when you come out

Free and exposed.

Welcome to the “struggle”, it’s real.

“xpressurself”

I have been Told

I have been told

I have bedroom eyes, and when shaved, my cut is clean

I was told that my walk is with a stride, as if I am listening to a beat

Discrete with my business, its not all in the street

Low toned voice but, Forceful when I speak

I laugh with my heart, my smile is my peak

I know how to hang a suit, though slightly arrogant I can be

Totally misunderstood, but that is what makes me, me

My heart is huge, I give a lot, especially when I am being a freak

Through my poetry, I speak from my heart, I utter my speech

I have been told

I have a beautiful mind because I am so simple

On the left side of my cheek, is this big, deep dimple

When I am on freak mode, my persona can make you tingle

From my fingertips, grazing down your back, I have been known to make you tinkle

Just a little

I can be a bit of a jokester, and can make you giggle,

Dance and give me a wiggle,

Oops my bad, I was chewing, pardon the spittle.

I don’t do the cliques, thus don’t much mingle

And,

I have been told, my sexiness has a lot to do

With me being Christian.

“xpressurself”

Smoke To a Truce...

Let’s put all of the exchanges that was laid in

the past to rest.

Let’s smoke on a deuce

Hatred is too deep and hard, and it leads to death

a  lot sooner than later

So, a truce would be so much greater

Depending on the intentions

The tensions on both sides run deeper than anyone

Decided to mention.

Outsider encounters, those voices are a bitch

The lies and deceit and twisted bullshit

So that was a good idea you thought

The inevitable happens after the night, and morning your caught

I never plan to hurt you, unless you plan to hurt me.

Without warning, so I am sorry, the voices desert me.

This heart ran slower than ever imagined

What started as evil, could have been totally tragic

But some actions, cause other actions, causing thoughts un-pure

Waking up in HIS arms, now the past is a blur

Knowledge is only as far as what has been told

Rage and confusion and bitterness unfolds

Fear of the possibilities are now being shown

Fear of the reality, and of the unknown

Move on, march on, try to lay it all aside

Hiding in broad daylight, eyes closed wide

Lesson or bad choice, dwell or get pep

Thus far, moving on, and have not lost a single step.

“xpressurself”

Dark Soul

My soul has never been this dark

Never before have I ever had this much dislike in my heart

Hatred is a harsh word, and I think God is purposely keeping it away

Day by day, it gets more confusing, from false verbiage spreading the airways

One of me died that night, and trust when I say purgatory is real

Step to me no more trying to tell me how I should feel.

Stop telling me I am blessed, I know it, I talk to God daily.

HIS light is the only beacon glimmering, that keeps me from fading.

Just know that one of me died that night, and I pray that I can end it before it starts……

 Father I am needing you to shine on my soul. I feel like I am falling, for I have never been this dark.

“xpressurself”

I GOTTA WRITE... (Therapy Collab: Utter Speech & JenOfPoetry)

Therapy Collab: Utter Speech & JenOfPoetry

I gotta write,

I got some shit that is really bumming me out

I am mummed out, I want to cry, but not even that’s coming out

So I gotta write

Yea I know what I am proclaiming

But there is some pain setting in

And seems as though it is remaining….

So I really gotta write

(US)

I see its that season

Don't know what to do not the reason.

Seems a lot of people are walking around with some type of issue

It's treason of the heart because deep down it needs to rid the infection and find a new start.

(JOP)

Some things you just kinda wish never happened at all

Life has a way of bouncing you on and off of a wall

Life sucks sometimes, and I hate to say that I hate it

But that is debatable,  happiness at times seem so damned unreachable.

(US)

Things do happen but the fact remains there's nothing that can be done to change what already has happened.

All you can do is change what can happen going forward.

Happiness resides within you.

What is allowed is in your control.

Decisions made are heard from the soul.

Sugar coating is not gonna help.

Yes life sucks.

That's when you seek out the positive crew...

Let them revive you.

Peace is reachable! you have to stretch beyond your current situation and grab it.

(JOP)

YYEEAA, that is easier said, but what about when the bread gets low

Heartbreaks are not easy, when your loved one goes

What about going home and everything is gone

And there is really not much growth there to show

I gotta write

My trust in truth is gone, that shit is blown

People disappoint and deceive, yet you say I gotta keep goin

I gotta write

Me, no saint, and my wrongs are a ton

few can be called upon, with little to fall back on

I gotta write.

(US)

Write on then.

It always brings an answer to an end

When things are gone that only means there's room for you to move on.

Nothing to hold on too can be a good thing.

It means it wasn't for you to begin with.

Only real love stays

Only real truth remains

Fake sentiments are real with no meaning but shear judgment on your character.

But never be scared of deceit it will always be there just be aware of it.

Stop catching dead air & breathe in fresh air.

Write on to new things

If the situation is beyond human control, place it in God’s hands and walk away.

Not everything is for our resolution.

Write on my brother, to better days.

(JOP)

You are absolutely right, I am going to speak through my soul

And my goal, is to speak it from the core of my whole- self…

nothing else really matters ,except what God allows

Either take the punches, or get laid out

Right before your eyes, God will show you the end was worth the fight

So let me express with my heart, with my pen and paper to write.

(US)