Skip to main content

Break the Cycle (from my book 'Thoughts on Rocky Places, Among Thorns,Along the Path and in the Good Soil)


Break the Cycle


Life is like a process
we all gotta grow, this is my test
gotta keep my cool like a ice chest
but the Black man's living in a crisis

I was born into this cycle
born to play this game like I'm Micheal
never meant to win but we tried to
life is kind of short like a haiku

man I wanna be a novel,
God speaks in first person to involve you
pay attention when He calls you
when He speaks gotta increase the volume

drown out the voices
He speaks clear over stadium noises
we need to check our sources
and stop make ignorant choices

The birth of true manhood
placed on the shelf like a canned good
cause no one could describe or could handle
so the truth was blown out like a candle

Daddy bring the matches
and teachem' bout the One who is matchless
if we can get water from a cactus
we can teachem that it's gonna take practice

enjoy this new life style
find peace when the world is going wild
even though we suffer for a while
in the storm we can even crack a smile

Be strong and courageous
cause walking in fear is contagious
fear can come in many different stages
we're so dependent on the true Rock of Ages

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Watching My Step

I've always had big feet. It's true. There was never a moment in my childhood when my feet were not an object of frustration and ridicule. And those "dogs" were all over the place, facing the wrong direction, tripping over themselves, tripping over coffee tables, desks, chairs, other people. It was embarrasing. Watching my step was a full time job. Since becoming a man, I've mastered my former oppressors (my size 14's) and you would hardly noticed my attention to detail. However, today, at 40, I'm still watching my step. With so much experience and success with walking and watching my step, I've discovered that the same is true in my spiritual life as well. I haven't always watched my step in life and of course, it resulted in me finding myself in all kinds of traps, snares and dead ends. I've spent years tripping over my sinful habits and walking down dirt roads that lead to nowhere. To no one's blame but my own. After experiencin...
1 comment
Read more

Eulogy (part 2)

My father never found his kingdom on earth. The multimillion dollar inheritance that he often spoke of with such hope and promise would never be realized. That two dollars and fifty cents? I still have it today. When I first discovered in his wallet, among his belongings, I wept. Such a proud and successful man should never die with so little. I now keep it among my prize possessions in honor of what my father did leave me. He left me with something greater than a kingdom on earth. He left me with a desire and a passion to be the father that he couldn’t be with me. He left me with a thirst for love and family. In the end when I think of my father, a number descriptions come to mind: bold, passionate, angry, driven. But I know that he loved me best way he could. In his own way, everything he did was for me. The way he lived his life and even the way he died. His cause of death was congested heart failure. Indeed my father had so much on his heart th...
Post a Comment
Read more

whatever

when you notice me do you really know it's me cause i'm a be what i'm supposed to be whether your near or not that close to me fact is, i really don't practice this and i can careless how black this is you can't charge me like paying taxes and turn around and ask me to act like this drag your feet, slur your speech grab your crotch before you teach i understand that's some of the things you see but what does that have to do with me seriously...like, i wanna know how many brothers do you know not all of us are quick, some are slow some, like me, say "four" some brothers say "fo" just because i say "for" don't make me no better i just know how to dress for the weather whether i need to be direct or clever if i'm still not black enough...whatever
2 comments
Read more