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Recommended Resource: The Names of God by Ken Hemphill
All GLORY TO A HOLY & BEAUTIFUL GOD. I LOVE YOU WITH EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART!!! KING JESUS FOREVER!!!
RAP:
'Orange'
BY: RICARDO FANAKEN
As this world is bout to end
And people bout to fringe
I shoot up with His blood
His word is my surringe
No more yokes of slavery
On the cross it got unhinged
So I'm anchored to the Lord
To their world they like to cringe
I'm joyful with my maker
While they whine & winge
I share His word so freely
Still feeling somewhat stingy
As I feast on His truth
Poison they like to binge
When I talk bout Holy fruit
They only think of Orange
Spoken Word:
'Death Is Just A Joke'
BY: RICARDO FANAKEN
I witnessed
As He was engulfed in these valleys of suspended death
With the shivers of his ended humanity
I can only imagine that He could still see his breath
Embedded inside
Like a seed with a purpose
Hidden so deep
Producing spiritual fruit
With impertinance
With a heart to succeed
As He sets humanity free
From all the lies that have kept them so locked and bound
He said to me
I love you beloved
For in my place He chose to be locked and bound
Imprisoned, forgotten, so I maybe found
But as He is the example of dying to sin
He will also be that example of a life that will win
So these shackles claim to hold Him
But the jokes are on them
Because it's through those shackles
I AM, was meant to transcend
So He lay a rest in this hidden deep
Awaiting His glory, being still, underneath
But underneath death's doors
Those keys he had stole
He destroyed sin and death
Their slavery over humanity
And their unending yokes
So now we have this leveling agent called Christ
Whose a game changer
In this game of thrones
The Holy and soon to be risen King of all kings
To whom I gladly lay my crown
For He is mine and I am His own
He's life unending
Who cannot be destroyed
For you can't touch, what's untouchable
And through Him we are finally woke
So honestly, to Christ!
Yikes...
...death is just a joke!
Spoken Word:
'Brain-Storm'
BY: RICARDO FANAKEN
I'm going through a Brain-Storm
All these ideas...
...and side tears
As I'm taken through all these highs and lows
I look for all thats credited
As I relax with a sedative
Her lips, her eyes
Do I dare fraternize
I just wanna hold her
And express all these inner feelings
Which I cant contain no more
It's hitting these ceilings
Of my mouth
As I express this anguish aloud
I beat my chest, then shout
My heart just palpitates
As it's saturated
With lonely fears
Of a rambling mind you see
God I need you
I cry
But I can't get her off my mind
Damn this dime
I wrestle with the heart of God's, of her's and of mine
I want so much
But these expectations just keep tearing me apart
And being stayed apart is 'me'
But the more I stay apart from her I bleed
As this current of my mind takes a hold
Memories keep sparkling
As my mind let's go
Of the reality of there ever being an 'us'
I'm found on my knees
Praying for this pain to be eradicated
For all this psychological and emotional trauma
To be satiated
As I approach the only one who can give me her hand
Because He already took these scars on that cross
With so much pain and surrender
He understands! What it costs!
But even still
With all this stress erupting deep inside of me
I feel at a loss!
And deep inside...
...I await for His infinite answer to be
YES
Yes, I approve the unity of two becoming one through me
Give her that ring of beautiful identity
Be blessed, pressed down, shaken and over flowing
As these trumpets of 'YES' are ever blowing
(INTERLUDE)
Then God speaks:
Son as my purpose beats through your chest
So heed my words of discipline
As the sun sets in the west
I employ you
Be still!
Know I'm here for you!
Know that I'm God!
Keep your promise to both her and me
Don't pursue her but ministry
But all in all as I AM your All in All
Before I give her to you
You gotta give yourself to me
Lay down this Brain-Storm!
Totally! Unshamefully!
And just rest!
Spoken Word:
'Guard'
By: RICARDO FANAKEN
Standing at these gates
The draft comes into these open doors
While I'm getting sick
Through these open pores
What journeys through these gates might enter?!
A troubled mind
With needs so centered
I banter
As I stroke these tethered floors
All the aches and pains I ignore
Joints are feeling worn
As purpose switches sides of these doors
A battle rages down under
I slay the demon assunder
Rattlings of a mind so present deep
Wayward thoughts compressed underneath
But underneath
There are tares to ensnare
Eyes all around
Vulnerable, laid bare
Echoes of crowds, echoes of sound
As I extend my hands
Loneliness abounds
My help I send
With another bend
My heart laid bare
With hope that life transcends
A swerve of the road
Paths square to meet
I hear a silent voice
So small so sweet
'I need a sticker for a return, I'm about to make'
I give her the sticker
But internally I resume
' I wish I could return this job...'
With sheer hate
I came to do this job you see
But the yells & screams keep haunting me
I wanna quit and move on higher
There has to be more
I beat my chest
Then tire
Am I in denial of a lonely road ahead
Is this all I'm capable off to earn my bread?!
I sigh!!!..
They say to show authority
To have security presence
But if the customer's always right
What's the point?!
Is 'security' really present
Forced to give a lecture
On the protocols of the stores architecture
On why it beeped
And why I'm here
My soul just breaks
With every sneer
My tears hit these floors with total sheer
With every second that's left
Closing time is what I revere
Can't stay still behind this transparent glass
But my knees are breaking
Tired from these floors I caress
Worn and broken
I need to find a place I can rest
Before my boss visits
Cursing no less
Why am I solely alone
In this crowd I'm torn
Torn to sides through spectrums that don't meet
I can't evade this journey
That produced these swolen feet
My heart is aching
With every breath
Pulsating
Exhausted
But to this job I'm solely sworn
I'm a guard
Yet guarded
Tethered inside
But yet this guard is born
Spoken Word:
'Spoken Book'
By: RICARDO FANAKEN
What if my life was a spoken book
What tall tales it might tell
Would the pros exceed the negative
Or by the wayside, would it be expelled
If people read through the life of these pages
Would it inspire like sages
With each turn do you see a another side of me
Or as a whole am I just faceless
And have I mastered my inner identity
Sifting through all my vanity
Have I felt those growing pains I've been told off...
...As I probe through my insecurities
The inner workings of this hidden man
Is my life as turbulant as many oceans
Or are my feet fortified as I cross these mountains
As I set my foot prints on all these inner lands
Is my life subject to an hour glass of sinking sands
With each sinking grain drowning any chance to expand
Or do I have time to explore
To adore or abhor
On the wings of life can I really soar...
...As I survive lifes curves and edges
Am I master of this craft
With every line designed
Centered and shined
Gleeming for wavering eyes
Of all to see
Is it all expressions of great wonder
Words expressed through sounds of thunder
As I navigate within this hidden deep
What ventures, will I really find lying underneath
I ponder...
Spoken Word:
'Writer's Block'
BY: RICARDO FANAKEN
I feel like I have writer's block
My whole world ended
When the pencil dropped
Rivers quenched
My soul just stopped
Words of my expression
Now I had saught
Endless quests
With unending want
My soul feels drenched
With empty thoughts
So now I'm looking for that fuel
Ideas that spark that duel
Which challenges
And sandwiches
Identities of old and new
Of once I had thought
So I roam through the streets of my mind
Hoping to see, hoping to find
Something akin
My soul is aching
No more forsaking
I sense my soul awaken
Captured and abducted
Gravity has it's hold
I won't give up
Cause I can't let go
Of these melodies
That keep haunting me
I just can't escape this chrysalis of identity
So I gotta continue
No I won't stop
As I work through this brain freeze
A brain shock
And deep cries out to deep
I unlock
I press through these fires within
And totally shatter what my past called
Writer's block!