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Hold it in your heart like a promise in the dark like a spark burst to flame and lights up this space again you will restore you will be strong you will be new
In a place where we both hold the keys, a life of dancing the day away on a hardwood floor, to speakers that sing our favorite songs, a life of spending cold nights snuggled together, a life of early mornings and reflective evenings, a life of knowing that we have found a place, a home, in each other
Hey everyone please check out this wonderful film and website made by Mission Year folks living in the 3rd ward of Houston its really quite inspiring and gives a perspective on not only what neighborly and urban living truly looks like but what the people in those areas are actually like and their hopes and dreams for their neighborhood and lives give it a look and if its on your heart SHARE IT WITH EVERYONE YA KNOW!!! THANKS!
GO TO THEIR WEBSITE AN CHECK OUT THE STORY OF HOW ALL THIS CAME ABOUT TOO!: http://bigbeautifulward.weebly.com/
GET IT TRENDING ON TWITTER BY JUST WRITING #bigbeautifulward
Lucid Reality
Life seems to be jumping towards daydreams instead of away Who knew that we two in this town we wouldnt to stay So lets cross state lines and but keep the time zone Holding on to a greater day dream a home of our own
The Suffering Fellowship
Broken
beyond words beyond feeling
just tears
Broken
A state where death would be welcomed but not voluntarily
Broken
Shattered like glass but still a frame standing
Broken
Fears best friend and yet still optimistic for a bright future
Broken
yet the shards still manage to pick up light and reflect back
Broken
and yet one can still see themselves within
Broken
so hard to begin to see the positives in this end
Broken
hearing a still small voice that repeats each morning and each night
Broken
you are broken to make you stronger
Broken
you are broken so you can look to me
Broken
your broken but this pain these false thoughts of sin and defeat are temporary
Broken
your are only broken feeling pain in the flesh because your spirit rejoices at a chance to be
Broken, in fellowship, to feel a small piece of the suffering, that the savior went through to ensure you that
Broken
This pain you feel these lies you hear are temporary and soon...soon
You will pick up your pieces, fix up,look sharp, and walk
Broken
Your future is secure because you have been bought at a price
this world wont hold you, nor will these lies, nor will these pains
Broken
You will walk again, you will be restored, you will be whole again
Couch Surfin
Ill admit that Im still scared
Of all these winding roads and alcoholic dreams
I won’t go back again
Cause the hallway is too dark
And I cant sleep without the light
These starts at night don’t comfort me anymore
And Im sick of trying to kill the pain cause Im still soar
Bring me to the edge of the world
Bring me to the edge of the world
The cold snap of winter
Colors my insides
The loneliest summers
Still haunt me at night
Spring brings some solace
But things still aren’t right
So take my soul
When the fall leaves change
These starts at night don’t comfort me anymore
And Im sick of trying to kill the pain cause I’m still soar
Bring me to the edge of the world
Bring me to the edge of the world
Crumbs (Rich aint always richer)
You don't need booster seats to see the boosters sit in a place between table crumbs and tables of lump sums If you don't know what I mean then the meek will wipe your plate clean but hope resides within the brain not the index so we proclaim God knows best and even those with nothing but community are much blessed in this I profess in hopes that you dont follow the rest
Start Today
I was 13 when I met you
young, stupid, influenced easily by the trends that friends followed
I wanted to be cool just like adolescents dictates you strive to be
So I catered to the in crowd enlisted humility to dampen pride to absorb the jabs they threw at a weakened self esteem
I was never the fastest,smartest,cutest hell even the blackest I was never deepest thinking,most introspective, and deep
I was just me little old foreign kid trying to fit in the best way he knew how
I was 13 when I met you
you changed everything about what I wanted to be
I saw something great in the place you were in the voices you chose to speak through
My identity began here with amplifiers and microphones and kids with something to scream about
Me I was never one with an opinion because I was never given one so seeing those who could wear opinions on their shoulders not like lassos but like badges not constricting but conveying who they were and what they stood for
I felt like I had finally found my place my Eden my purpose how was a young kid to know this was just the beginning
I am 24 now and your cadence and appearance are more familiar to me than the back of my own hands the veins that are hidden by melanin skin with knuckles that protrude out that have only seen conflict twice and never shall again
You are the old coat with patches I wear underneath my full armor I have been made new but I know for a fact that it all started with you
So I have no need of posters,shirts,or signs that say I know you because you are in me you have become apart of me I met you when I was 13 I am now 24 a little more hurt a little more whole fully broken and made new and I know for fact it started with you
Never Got That Far
For me opening a new book has become a daunting task
Its like the feeling you get before studying for a test
A test that you already know that you aren't going to finish
As I puzzle over if I should read the forward before reading the actual book
or just skip it entirely I realize I have already lost interest in this endeavor
Why read a book when there are video games and netflix and bike rides and music videos
Who cares about written words who cares about all this imagery nonsense and using your imagination
Why bother even trying to read something that most people have already read before its not like anybody is going to be amazed
And even before getting beyond the table of contents the fate of this book has been decided and just as soon as it was opened its closed
What is this feeling one gets before having to read something what happened to that time of youth when opening a new book meant new adventures of the mind
Where has the curiosity gone, where has the sense of adventure gone
has it really been taken over by computer screens and video game controllers, instant view movies and blogs
I dont know all I know is I dont feel comfortable in Libraries any more and that to a boy who used to spend everyday scanning the isles of libraries for new adventures is the saddest feeling
Hopefully that adventurous spirit of literary spelunking will return to me until then Im gonna watch all the season of Xfiles
The Mountain Top (Easy way)
Small town pride turned to big city dreams
But small town mind never thought it was possible
A life lived less to potential of purpose but to expectations
those who expected always counted on you taking the easy way
Climbing mountains yearning for a lift to drift him to the top
Rock him to sleep when the nights grew cold
Only to awake in the cliffhanger hands calloused from days of slow movement holding on to rocks for dear life
The easy way was no longer in sight it had gone along with solid ground
that those who expected stood on
There he hung for what seemed like days,months,years, the seasons passed he dared not to move he waited for the easy way to arrive
His heart grew heavy with the days gone by the bigger it grew the harder it was to hold on
Till one day when he wasn't paying attention for a split second his heart
gained too much weight breaking the rock he had held on to for years he
looked up as he felt himself fall and realized he had been holding on to nothing this whole time
Suddenly he realized he wasnt falling in the midst of confusion he noticed there was a rope around his waist
It had been tied to the top of the mountain placed there by one who had already conquered the towering force of nature
He then heard a faint voice from the top of the mountain I will put you back where you started but you have to keep moving
He asked the voice why wont you pull me up to the top the voice replied because there are no easy ways to the top of this mountain and besides look behind you
The man was shocked to find that the rope stretched farther down the mountain and attached to it were other people as deep as the mountain stretched down to the ground
The voice said I support them with this rope as well If I were to start pulling just for you the tension would break the rope instead I use you as a support for the rest behind
The higher you climb the closer to my voice you will get the less you will yearn to be pulled up the strength in your limbs will grow from memory of climbing so long and you will act as a support to my rope for those behind
The man now seeing the easy way out was a thing of that past began climbing looking back to make sure those behind him were closely following shouting your almost there as he would climb
and the voice at the top of the mountain never left him it only grew louder it only grew more comforting the rope around him only grew stronger
The easy way is never one that will grow you he thought only through the struggle of trying and doing do we grow stronger do we move closer to the top of the mountain
have you ever written something that reflects a love desire?
These past two years is kind of the only time I have ever written about love or any emotions besides anger,sarcasm, and self loathing its actually quite a relief and it also indicates the change I have gone through which is truly a blessing THANKS FOR ASKING ANON! :)
MULAN (The Young Dilemma)
Yeah They Say Im General Melanin
A Headache they needing Excedrin
Pride crumpled thrown in a bin
picked it out of the trash now Im going in
Crash helmet kamikaze lifestyle
wasnt made this way born wild
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Portrait of a child of the middle class
seen life through the crack of an hour glass
pass out from the excess in my stem
overthinking crutch like consoles of nex gen
so many problems running the cerebral
gone are the days of lucky charms cereal
prize in a box is lifestyle upkeep
cubicle living depression runs deep
modern warfare life is about sinning
but the pay check continues grinning
so I bow my head for the master plan
or the master scam barcode gets scanned
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Yeah They Say Im General Melanin
A Headache they needing Excedrin
Pride crumpled thrown in a bin
picked it out of the trash now Im going in
Crash helmet kamikaze lifestyle
wasnt made this way born wild
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Portrait of man with no purpose
all he sees is empty halls and hearses
all for skrilla to fill these purses
in the end all thinks is was it worth it
society say yes brains says ofcourse twit
your life was forfeit the day you went to college
his eyes wide shut buried under ground
nothing but dirt screams make no sound
accomplishments mean a wealth of zero
when compared to work done by everyday heroes
a young mans dilemma of a path to choose
but god says those with pride heavy always lose
humble mind wins respect
what more could you expect
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Yeah They Say Im General Melanin
A Headache they needing Excedrin
Pride crumpled thrown in a bin
picked it out of the trash now Im going in
Crash helmet kamikaze lifestyle
wasn't made this way born wild
IT IS SAID THAT ONE MAKES THE PATH BUT GOD GUIDES THE STEPS
Wicker Forest
Turn my heart
towards the light I found tonight
at the edge of the street
where the weak meet the meek
and all the world all write them off
but he cant, So I cant
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Chorus
Who are we to judge a man
with a weapon in his hand
and who are we to judge the world
steady as it turns
we watch it burn, cry our eyes out, repeat the cycle
our clocks all remain
the same
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But we all
we all change like falling leaves
apples fly from withering trees
bird and bees species in between
we all struggle to bare the weight
but he did , so we should
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Chorus
Who are we to judge a man
with a weapon in his hand
and who are we to judge the world
steady as it turns
we watch it burn, cry our eyes out, repeat the cycle
our clocks all remain
the same
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Dear Father you've opened my eyes to see
Those on the hill protecting me
This forest is on fire This forest is on fire
NEXT FRIDAY I GET TO LET ALL MY FRUSTRATIONS OUT AND THROW DOWN WITH SOME OF MY BEST FRIENDS SWEEEET!
Healed (wounds heal slow)
Swinging where the wind takes me
Choking out of air despite the air brushing on my face
I taste blood and death mixed in with fading breaths
Im drowning but nobody of water
Yell but nobody comes for me
fading but no movie editor
See I been living in denial of the place Ive been
wait what the heck am I talking about
Where did this metaphor for negativity cross plains with death
Keep opening my eyes to pain but to Joys laughter Im deaf
what am I an idiot no just a punching bag for my own brain
oh my god see there it goes again
self loathing for no reason when I got plenty to be thankful for
see seems like no one applauds if your talking positive anymore
like my life is great, my parents and siblings are my support
and my neighbors were community bigger that a little boy could ask for
see Ive never known struggle despite the one in my head
and to these insecurities and over thoughts my joy is constantly fed
so when I wake up in the morning I thank god for being alive
then promptly breath out a sigh thinking my whole life is lie
and what form of insanity would have blessings be source for martyrdom
dumb you could say I am smart brilliantly lazy and crazy and unrelenting
in my quest to squash my self esteem into this small furnace
but somehow everyday a new one grows in the place of the other
see there's a small voice inside of all of us calling us daily
that says break from this routine look at all you achieved
look at where you could be just turn whats of left over to me
and watch me rebuild you wholly and holy to bring more to me
and in this I saw my positive I am made well by him
he leads me to these pastures
I lay the there for awhile and he says oh my dear child you must go and share what happned here to all who suffer
as well as lay your sweat to the ground to build a better terra firma for those looked down and discouraged
I say how do I do this so he says just let me show you
but patience and timing matter and so does trusting me
do what you will with me god your my rock and my foundation
and city blocks to town dirt roads I will tell them of your glory and grace
I will put my hand to the soil and lay band aids on these hearts till I dearly depart
from my temple to the voice that says your name in a smile
I wont be another lukewarm in the pile
so people this is exactly why
I could tell you how tortured my mind is still
but Id rather tell you of how the war is being won for me by one stronger
than any self loathing could ever be one you dont need eyes to see
just a heart beat
a first step to peace
its an ongoing process but whats greater
than first step the one foot forward before the next
in the process of progress
Post Office Lane
Sometimes I think I’ve been losing it for so long
Can’t stop to smell the roses
So stuck on mannequin poses
Point blank stare at the radio
Like I never knew this joy before
The volume up The feeling builds
Sing my heart out at this stop sign
MY JOY IS IN YOU
THIS PAIN IS TEMPORARY
FEAR TAKES A TOLL ON THE BODY
GUARD HEARTS OR SLEEP IN ARMOR
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Drown the medicine
With spirits and sob stories
Look at the life you’ve led
Pick yourself up instead
Have you no shame to shed
Speaking peace to the piece in your mouth
Fix your lips to build not break down
Or you will drown YOU WILL DROWN!
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MY JOY IS IN YOU
THIS PAIN IS TEMPORARY
FEAR TAKES A TOLL ON THE BODY
GUARD HEARTS OR SLEEP IN ARMOR
Lost Knuckleheaded Independants
Plenty of lost brothers, passing directions to others, How can you direct others to breath, when your headed towards death, not saying Im any better, but Im trying right my falsely written letters