<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23926412</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:08.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Word I speak I give you a piece of my soul...To give you the peace of my soul...</title><subtitle type='html'>...I KNOW I DONT HAVE ALL THE ANSWERS BUT I HOLD MY PEN WITH "THE PASSION" THAT PUTS THE SOUL OF JESUS CHRIST IN THE SOL'S OF MY NIKE'S SO I CAN WALK WITH HIM BUT IF YOU EVER NEED TO BORROW MY KICKS I WILL OFFER THEM THATS JUST MY DAILY OFFERIN...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blessedink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419508674309786558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23926412.post-115925176623335069</id><published>2006-09-25T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:29:29.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unborn</title><content type='html'>Today I woke to the silent screams of lost infants&lt;br /&gt;With the breaths they never took&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my throat&lt;br /&gt;And their mother’s dead hope&lt;br /&gt;Tight roping my soul&lt;br /&gt;My heart has never been so cold&lt;br /&gt;Cause all they know is shatter dreams&lt;br /&gt;And broken homes&lt;br /&gt;And a sorrow that sorry just doesn’t make right…&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the tears  &lt;br /&gt;Cause even a baby who is born still born&lt;br /&gt;Still cries through there mother’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;You see a mother puts her life in a child so in a way&lt;br /&gt;They both died inside…&lt;br /&gt;Now the question&lt;br /&gt;God why?&lt;br /&gt;Runs parallel to the thoughts of suicide in her mind&lt;br /&gt;She can only fantasize of what it’s like &lt;br /&gt;To feel her child’s heart beat against hers&lt;br /&gt;But deaf skies don’t answer prayers&lt;br /&gt;And fallen angels don’t fly quite the same&lt;br /&gt;After they’ve felt the pain of hell’s pavement&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine&lt;br /&gt;What it’s like to have your first breath taken&lt;br /&gt;And swapped with your last&lt;br /&gt;Just ask the father who never got to hear his son’s laugh&lt;br /&gt;He’ll tell you everything with just one look…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason he still smiles&lt;br /&gt;Is because his hopes are hooked on the bed of clouds&lt;br /&gt;His son rests his head on&lt;br /&gt;And every night he climbs on the roofs of stars&lt;br /&gt;Sings lullabies in the sky&lt;br /&gt;So his voice can become his arms&lt;br /&gt;Just so he can put his hands on his son’s heart as he majestically sleeps&lt;br /&gt;And every key he sings unlocks&lt;br /&gt;Galaxies of unborn dreams&lt;br /&gt;So he and his son&lt;br /&gt;Can fly free like fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Burning the night skies&lt;br /&gt;And right before the sunrises&lt;br /&gt;He quietly tip toes on moonbeams&lt;br /&gt;Gently stepping over cracked wings&lt;br /&gt;Back to a backward where &lt;br /&gt;The only thing that swings on the swing set is the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now See by then his son’s silent screams woke me&lt;br /&gt;And he was choking on the last words of his song &lt;br /&gt;Never wanting it to end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the blurs of my soul’s window&lt;br /&gt;I watched him &lt;br /&gt;And couldn’t help but think that&lt;br /&gt;The only thing worse than dying&lt;br /&gt;Is never getting the chance to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23926412-115925176623335069?l=blessedink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/feeds/115925176623335069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23926412&amp;postID=115925176623335069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/115925176623335069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/115925176623335069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/2006/09/unborn.html' title='Unborn'/><author><name>Blessedink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419508674309786558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23926412.post-115858866330799624</id><published>2006-09-18T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T07:11:03.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete Sand</title><content type='html'>Your smile comes from the deepest parts of heaven&lt;br /&gt;The place where angels pray&lt;br /&gt;And God puts his hand on grey clouds&lt;br /&gt;to create rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Just imagining a day without you is painful&lt;br /&gt;And see sometimes I want to travel through your dimples&lt;br /&gt;Explore the galaxies that unfold when you giggle&lt;br /&gt;Leap from star to star&lt;br /&gt;Till I touch every part of your happiness&lt;br /&gt;And you find your wishes on the tips of my kisses&lt;br /&gt;That I blow to you from that paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never gazed in a pair of eyes&lt;br /&gt;More mesmorizing that yours&lt;br /&gt;And when I do&lt;br /&gt;I start memorizing events that&lt;br /&gt;Have only occured in a past life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were a pastor's wife&lt;br /&gt;and I was merely a pasture boy&lt;br /&gt;Who admired you from a distance&lt;br /&gt;And my day as only complete&lt;br /&gt;When you passed by the fields&lt;br /&gt;Giving me the opportunity to catch a glimpse&lt;br /&gt;Of everything good God ever created&lt;br /&gt;You... always gave me a gesture of your kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's world I'm still just a boy transcending into manhood&lt;br /&gt;With blind eyes letting my heart direct the flow of my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes questioning each beat&lt;br /&gt;But you seem to be there to answer my wonders&lt;br /&gt;So is there any wonders to why it is that I say I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I have made mistakes in my life&lt;br /&gt;But there is not one thing that I would undo&lt;br /&gt;Because everything I've done has led me to you&lt;br /&gt;and that in its self is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long you've tip toed on the side walks of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;With violins playing between your every move&lt;br /&gt;Soothing my soul knowing you'll be here soon&lt;br /&gt;Even if you take water breaks along the way&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit here patiently for the day your journey ends&lt;br /&gt;And ours begins on the softest promises made in the manger of Bethlehem&lt;br /&gt;When you decide to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;We'll write poems of us in concrete sand&lt;br /&gt;So years from now not even wind &lt;br /&gt;Will contest with our travels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for right now...&lt;br /&gt;Lets let life unravel in our palms&lt;br /&gt;And fly with the songs in the wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23926412-115858866330799624?l=blessedink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/feeds/115858866330799624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23926412&amp;postID=115858866330799624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/115858866330799624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/115858866330799624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/2006/09/concrete-sand.html' title='Concrete Sand'/><author><name>Blessedink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419508674309786558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23926412.post-115232255044005697</id><published>2006-07-07T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:35:50.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soldier's Tale</title><content type='html'>Bullets penetrating pulses of soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Blurry eyes make black skies and&lt;br /&gt;These lies disguise facts&lt;br /&gt;That it’s a jungle out here literally &lt;br /&gt;And the atmosphere is filled with extra air&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact there’s less men breathing&lt;br /&gt;But our blood’s forever leaving indention in the trees so we’re eternal through all seasons&lt;br /&gt;Through this soldier’s eyes I’m looking for a reason why&lt;br /&gt;My finger keeps squeezing when I don’t believe it&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no sight much like the one when &lt;br /&gt;I looked inside my enemy’s eyes right before I took his life &lt;br /&gt;And saw me in him&lt;br /&gt;Yo it’s a jungle out here and I’m just trying to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean in the blink of an eye &lt;br /&gt;I could be gone &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want to make a friend&lt;br /&gt;Cause on the likely hood of things he won’t be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;So I spare my sorrow and catch my tears before they fall&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to write a letter to my mom &lt;br /&gt;But every sentence I had to erase the pain of the paper &lt;br /&gt;So the only thing I could simply say to her was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain said we’ll be home soon&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry your baby boy is doing fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Mom I love you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I lied &lt;br /&gt;I’m not doing fine yesterday I was in an ambush and &lt;br /&gt;Got shot at five times&lt;br /&gt;And I swear that last bullet…&lt;br /&gt;Well that last bullet barely missed&lt;br /&gt;Grazed my eye lids and heart at the same time&lt;br /&gt;And I can still hear the hollow tip’s wind&lt;br /&gt;As it whispered death in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Here I’ve learned never fear or trust a man on this Earth&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been bundled in a tandem of curses &lt;br /&gt;With blood on my finger tips of a random person &lt;br /&gt;Just to stand it hurts cause…&lt;br /&gt;The guilt weighs heavy on my shoulders &lt;br /&gt;I’m holding on to a thread of life&lt;br /&gt;A thread of sanity &lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep at night and the only thing that keeps me right is my family&lt;br /&gt;My wife at home&lt;br /&gt;A two year old son&lt;br /&gt;And a baby girl that’s just been born&lt;br /&gt;But how do I tell them that &lt;br /&gt;Her husband &lt;br /&gt;Their daddy&lt;br /&gt;Wakes up every morning and clocks in to kill&lt;br /&gt;Lace my boots up with prayers as I roam through lower level hell and &lt;br /&gt;Watch angels fall…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ignored that final call for too long &lt;br /&gt;So now I just plug my ear in fear &lt;br /&gt;See…&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared to listen to the war noises &lt;br /&gt;Cause God might call my name in the midst of the screams &lt;br /&gt;And I’m not ready for him to attach my angel wings &lt;br /&gt;Just yet&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam can not equal my death… &lt;br /&gt;My pulse must keep pumping…&lt;br /&gt;But it didn’t …&lt;br /&gt;So everyone who receives this&lt;br /&gt;Tell my mom, my wife, and my kids that I love them&lt;br /&gt;And I never lied when I told them I was home bound&lt;br /&gt;Cause Family &lt;br /&gt;I’m home now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23926412-115232255044005697?l=blessedink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/feeds/115232255044005697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23926412&amp;postID=115232255044005697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/115232255044005697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/115232255044005697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/2006/07/soldiers-tale_115232255044005697.html' title='A Soldier&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>Blessedink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419508674309786558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23926412.post-115006686365493580</id><published>2006-06-11T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:01:03.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints</title><content type='html'>Left only with her footprints on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now in this journey of mine for love &lt;br /&gt;Im forced to restart&lt;br /&gt;With my tear drops on the fall&lt;br /&gt;Im asking God for the same advice he gave &lt;br /&gt;Noah right he built his arch&lt;br /&gt;But I dont know if its right for me to march &lt;br /&gt;Up that ramp and through them doors &lt;br /&gt;When I know the half Im supposed to have is missing&lt;br /&gt;And Im trying to listen&lt;br /&gt;To the words of best friends&lt;br /&gt;That its in my best interest&lt;br /&gt;To keep a safe distance from her&lt;br /&gt;Cause she is my weakness&lt;br /&gt;She knows the blue print of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And seeps in the parts &lt;br /&gt;Where the cement doesnt lay quite as thick&lt;br /&gt;And just when I think my foundation is sturdy enough&lt;br /&gt;To get close to her&lt;br /&gt;I crumble&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there wasnt so much to regret&lt;br /&gt;I just wish this tree wasnt conceived with a rotten seed&lt;br /&gt;And see I just wish her and I could be&lt;br /&gt;WE&lt;br /&gt;Id even settle for some form of friendship&lt;br /&gt;Like call her just to ask her how her day went&lt;br /&gt;But now a days a conversation&lt;br /&gt;Lies somewhere between&lt;br /&gt;When pigs fly&lt;br /&gt;And when Mike Myers finally dies&lt;br /&gt;I mean do you know what its like to stare into they eyes &lt;br /&gt;Of the person you love the most&lt;br /&gt;And see nothing but a ghost&lt;br /&gt;Lately I cant even walk by a rose&lt;br /&gt;Without her strolling through rows of my &lt;br /&gt;Heart, Mind, and Soul&lt;br /&gt;Since the day she walked away Ive never really found my way home&lt;br /&gt;And seconds well theyve never seem so long and &lt;br /&gt;I know she sees past this sewn on smile &lt;br /&gt;And honestly its getting hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Cause Im chocking on all the I love yous &lt;br /&gt;Im forced to hold back&lt;br /&gt;If only I could grasp times hand&lt;br /&gt;And take back all the times &lt;br /&gt;She cried her self to sleep &lt;br /&gt;And selfish me&lt;br /&gt;Well I still think I deserve her&lt;br /&gt;Cause if clothed her naked eye &lt;br /&gt;She would see that I am more than just &lt;br /&gt;An inevitable broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But still I dont know why Im holding on&lt;br /&gt;To a love that she just ignores&lt;br /&gt;To scared to explore the land she and I birthed&lt;br /&gt;So here I stand hurt &lt;br /&gt;Just a shadow of a forgotten memory&lt;br /&gt;Left only with her footprints on my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23926412-115006686365493580?l=blessedink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/feeds/115006686365493580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23926412&amp;postID=115006686365493580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/115006686365493580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/115006686365493580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/2006/06/footprints.html' title='Footprints'/><author><name>Blessedink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419508674309786558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23926412.post-114755574818143927</id><published>2006-05-13T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:01:33.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror</title><content type='html'>See I know this girl who loses her self in a bottle…&lt;br /&gt;To hollow her heart by corrupting her veins and brain&lt;br /&gt;With the bittersweet effect of liquors taste&lt;br /&gt;Just to get rid of her past distain&lt;br /&gt;And everyday it rains cause her guardian angel isn’t able…&lt;br /&gt;To choke back them tears&lt;br /&gt;And put back the pieces of her shattered heart&lt;br /&gt;She’s losing sight of God&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting why Jesus bled upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;She hides her scars with make-up&lt;br /&gt;With hopes that that will make up and make her&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything that’s ever made her hate her self&lt;br /&gt;All the while she disguises what lies in her heart with lies…&lt;br /&gt;That maybelline façade she puts on is ruined every time her eyes get flooded with regret&lt;br /&gt;And yet she tells me&lt;br /&gt;NOTHINGS WRONG…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But “A true friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you’ve forgotten the words”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me carry this melody for you&lt;br /&gt;You no longer have chug down your pain&lt;br /&gt;Let the light of truth that shines in the crevices in the words of my lines help you find what you’ve misplaced&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever feel your plate is too full&lt;br /&gt;And the weight on your shoulders is too heavy give me your burdens and &lt;br /&gt;I’ll burry you worries in the same grave&lt;br /&gt;Where your heart stays&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you till my dying days&lt;br /&gt;Despite your faults that would turn most men away I just don’t stay …&lt;br /&gt;I COME CLOSER&lt;br /&gt;With hopes of curing you of your sickness that supposedly doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could answer your prayers&lt;br /&gt;I mean I want to give you a solution to save ya,&lt;br /&gt;Be your savior…&lt;br /&gt;But I’m only a man who knows how to transform life into words&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I can take a hold of your hand and we can dance away the pain to the songs angels sing&lt;br /&gt;And in time I’ll build a home in the clouds so we can have a key to heaven&lt;br /&gt;But for now you can sleep on my chest …&lt;br /&gt;So you can dream on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Find peace in tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And do away with your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;I mean put your pain on the back burner&lt;br /&gt;No longer let the past linger and concern you&lt;br /&gt;Find paradise in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll give you a reason to be alive&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on&lt;br /&gt;When they expect you to fall off&lt;br /&gt;You know I’m the one person you can always call on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell her these words &lt;br /&gt;To nourish her nerves&lt;br /&gt;So she can flourish with courage&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t…&lt;br /&gt;I mean I want to…&lt;br /&gt;But every time I help her pain&lt;br /&gt;I get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything I say just gets tossed in the dirt…forgotten and worthless&lt;br /&gt;Much like the way she sees herself…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23926412-114755574818143927?l=blessedink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/feeds/114755574818143927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23926412&amp;postID=114755574818143927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/114755574818143927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/114755574818143927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/2006/05/mirror.html' title='Mirror'/><author><name>Blessedink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419508674309786558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23926412.post-114740080105361071</id><published>2006-05-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:59:35.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of my Soul</title><content type='html'>Every word I speak I give you a piece of my soul...&lt;br /&gt;To give you the peace of my soul&lt;br /&gt;And the old saying goes home is where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you can find a home you’ve never known of inside this poem when you feel heartless&lt;br /&gt;When it seems all the clouds you prayed to have hardened and &lt;br /&gt;The light at the end of the tunnel has darken &lt;br /&gt;Listen to my messages cause these are from the father&lt;br /&gt;These pages are much like the stones that held the 10 Commandments&lt;br /&gt;Sacred beyond understanding&lt;br /&gt;And I know I don’t have all the answers&lt;br /&gt;But I hold my pen “The Passion”&lt;br /&gt;That puts the soul of Jesus Christ in the sols of my nikes so I can walk with him&lt;br /&gt;But if you ever need to borrow my kicks I will offer them&lt;br /&gt;That’s just my daily offering&lt;br /&gt;Placing stars in a blank black sky so I can guide the lost men&lt;br /&gt;And help all the children&lt;br /&gt;Cause honestly I’m sick of seeing kids walking around with closed eye lids&lt;br /&gt;Protecting their soul’s from the harsh visuals of reality&lt;br /&gt;But see this I know this child &lt;br /&gt;Spiritual scars resides in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;And every day he prays to God to be blind&lt;br /&gt;I mean he fights his sight and &lt;br /&gt;Screams to the skies &lt;br /&gt;But no one seems to listen &lt;br /&gt;He is so desperate…&lt;br /&gt;He says his prayers in sign language hoping Jesus can read his fingers&lt;br /&gt;And defeat his demons that’s been shadowing him since semen&lt;br /&gt;Yo I can’t seeing him&lt;br /&gt;He’s in the fog of my breath when it’s cold outside&lt;br /&gt;This is why I speak of peace &lt;br /&gt;So he can find a place where he don’t have to hide from hate&lt;br /&gt;And disguise the tears on his face with toughness &lt;br /&gt;Wishing someone loved him&lt;br /&gt;He just chalks up his tragedies as lessons of fate&lt;br /&gt;With no blessings to this day&lt;br /&gt;I just want to write away his pain&lt;br /&gt;So he can ride away on clouds filled with rhyme&lt;br /&gt;As the sun sets on his tears&lt;br /&gt;and Rises to his Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God heres my Pen &lt;br /&gt;If you can draw temporary angel wings on my back&lt;br /&gt;So I can take the weight off the world's back&lt;br /&gt;And fly it away so they can be as free as me...&lt;br /&gt;He said, " Son since day one you've been an Angel on Earth&lt;br /&gt;You know how to do away their hurt..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I speak inhale the pieces of my soul &lt;br /&gt;So everytime you breathe &lt;br /&gt;You breathe &lt;br /&gt;The Peace of my Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23926412-114740080105361071?l=blessedink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/feeds/114740080105361071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23926412&amp;postID=114740080105361071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/114740080105361071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/114740080105361071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/2006/05/peace-of-my-soul.html' title='Peace of my Soul'/><author><name>Blessedink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419508674309786558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23926412.post-114661867330099097</id><published>2006-05-02T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:11:13.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Aint Just A Poem</title><content type='html'>Let me expose my soul&lt;br /&gt;To those who chose to pay attention to this prose&lt;br /&gt;Just know the words pumping through the speakers&lt;br /&gt;It aint me speaking&lt;br /&gt;Its the blood Jesus bled,&lt;br /&gt;the slaves Moses led,&lt;br /&gt;the songs David sang,&lt;br /&gt;Gabriels angels spreading inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the Flame of inspiration&lt;br /&gt;So I can travel to a destination of greatness through these pages&lt;br /&gt;Come on this stage and change the brain waves of today&lt;br /&gt;With just a poem&lt;br /&gt;But this aint just poem&lt;br /&gt;This is a reflection of how &lt;br /&gt;I thought my life was in God's palms but&lt;br /&gt;I slipped through the cracks of His finger tips&lt;br /&gt;and fell from grace literally&lt;br /&gt;Than felt the Devil's fist &lt;br /&gt;pressing against my chest &lt;br /&gt;shortening my breaths &lt;br /&gt;cutting of my air supply&lt;br /&gt;But never my creative circulation&lt;br /&gt;So his hopes of crushing my hopes on Life's pavement &lt;br /&gt;Is a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've died Before&lt;br /&gt;But I was reborn and reformed in Rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I'm spiritually connected with the struggle of survival&lt;br /&gt;The heat from hell's fire try to turn my heart cold&lt;br /&gt;But I part ways from that artic breeze&lt;br /&gt;Now I sneeze on the Mic To Bless You&lt;br /&gt;and to let you know&lt;br /&gt;if you even deter from the path God paved for you&lt;br /&gt;the angels will angle you to the direction&lt;br /&gt;That'll take you to and through Heaven's Pues&lt;br /&gt;and the sight of God will fuel a flame that'll ignite a fuse in you &lt;br /&gt;To do what WE ARE ALL DESTINED TO DO&lt;br /&gt;and as the words spue from my tongue &lt;br /&gt;they burn my lips to boil your blood &lt;br /&gt;Build homes in your lungs and become one with every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;and our heartbeats and mindframes become parallel &lt;br /&gt;and we set sail to a relm beyond revolutionary speak&lt;br /&gt;beyond political badger and&lt;br /&gt;preachers who preach for peace &lt;br /&gt;Beyond POETRY&lt;br /&gt;now everything in me from the wisdom to the determination that nearly kills me&lt;br /&gt;I recieved from the Powers that Be&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing you see when God unlocks the locks to Heaven's Gates&lt;br /&gt;Is me on this stage&lt;br /&gt;See This... this aint just a poem &lt;br /&gt;This is a reflection of how I had to endure the agony of the Cross on my back&lt;br /&gt;To put myself back into God's palms&lt;br /&gt;So if we never speak again&lt;br /&gt;Know I bled Christ through my pen&lt;br /&gt;To show you exactly &lt;br /&gt;WHO I AM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23926412-114661867330099097?l=blessedink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/feeds/114661867330099097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23926412&amp;postID=114661867330099097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/114661867330099097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/114661867330099097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-aint-just-poem_02.html' title='This Aint Just A Poem'/><author><name>Blessedink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419508674309786558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23926412.post-114654973834064105</id><published>2006-05-01T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:50:35.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To You ... The Uknown</title><content type='html'>Lately I’ve been thinking of what it would be like to see&lt;br /&gt;The face of an ANGEL…&lt;br /&gt;I mean converse with her in this verse and tell her…&lt;br /&gt;I  want to write poems in circles to take place of your halo…&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your skittle lips so I can taste the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Many nights I stayed up thinking only of your eyes…&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if they would be the same shade as heavens gates&lt;br /&gt;And when you'd open them I would see blessing flee free &lt;br /&gt;Like beams of light from clouds&lt;br /&gt;I dream for to wrap your angel wings around my body and give me hugs that are heaven sent…&lt;br /&gt;Just a second of your presence I could grace eternity&lt;br /&gt;Graze your finger tips and feel perfection…&lt;br /&gt;Feel all of life’s lessons rush through my veins in that single second…&lt;br /&gt;See it’s impossible for me to give an explanation of how…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know really know you girl…&lt;br /&gt;But I love know I love you girl…&lt;br /&gt;See I know been somewhere in another world...&lt;br /&gt;Hearing my thoughts and&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Serenading my soul &lt;br /&gt;Every time that you breathe…&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I can feel your breath against my skin &lt;br /&gt;It’s like streams of Zion &lt;br /&gt;Giving me my second wind&lt;br /&gt;Rising once again like him&lt;br /&gt;Through you…&lt;br /&gt;Believe everything I say is true…&lt;br /&gt;I would never raise my voice &lt;br /&gt;Or give you a reason to tarnish my word&lt;br /&gt;And if its my actions that speak &lt;br /&gt;I’d make sure everything I do would scream “I love you!”&lt;br /&gt;So you can hear and see my love at the same time&lt;br /&gt;And Find a heaven that ANGELS have yet to be exposed to&lt;br /&gt;There’s sometimes that you need to know &lt;br /&gt;Its just sometimes on those lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I go outside to stare at the sky and theres always this one star shining a light that seems made for me&lt;br /&gt;And Ive come to the conclusion that, that is you  in a form of destiny&lt;br /&gt;See I feel such a bliss just thinking that you might exist &lt;br /&gt;My high hopes light life in a flame&lt;br /&gt;I call you my rekindled faith&lt;br /&gt;And in reflections of my soul I see &lt;br /&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;You just don’t know Id lay rose pedals across your bed,&lt;br /&gt;Spread seas like Moses&lt;br /&gt;So we could walk to a better life with ease&lt;br /&gt;And when we reach our destination of peace and tranquility and just lie in the reformed Garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;Plant seeds of Love that'll protect us from&lt;br /&gt;A snake thats been known slither through and&lt;br /&gt;Tempt temptations with bitter fruit &lt;br /&gt;I’m saying the perfect world would be just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Only If knew who I was speaking to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23926412-114654973834064105?l=blessedink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/feeds/114654973834064105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23926412&amp;postID=114654973834064105' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/114654973834064105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/114654973834064105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-you-uknown_01.html' title='To You ... The Uknown'/><author><name>Blessedink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419508674309786558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23926412.post-114341152929361355</id><published>2006-03-26T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:18:49.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last One</title><content type='html'>They say love is blind; well you opened the eyes of my heart to things only blind men can see…&lt;br /&gt;See I think God put his light in you to enlighten me on what life should be&lt;br /&gt;And if he were to ever tell me the name of my Soul Mate&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure YOU would be topic of conversation&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is the inspiration that wrote the Book of David&lt;br /&gt;And pushed back The Revelations&lt;br /&gt;My Genesis is the day we kissed and from that moment&lt;br /&gt;We’ve traveled through Exodus and Leviticus&lt;br /&gt;Felt that feeling that was spoken of in 1st Corinthians chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;Love is Patient, Love is Kind…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna ask the Lord what was going on his mind when he created this Angel &lt;br /&gt;I think he spent extra time on your Halo…&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know no one is perfect but you left an indention in my heart that matches with perfection &lt;br /&gt;The glare from your pupils must be heaven sent &lt;br /&gt;The way they got me writing testaments every second &lt;br /&gt;And spilling prophecy&lt;br /&gt;Girl… you make me Holy&lt;br /&gt;Purified the hole in me with this thing called Love…&lt;br /&gt;Inserted it in my blood stream so you became me&lt;br /&gt;Sewed your soul in my pen and you became my poetry&lt;br /&gt;See I thought we would be soldiers of Eternity&lt;br /&gt;Strolling through the Road of Destiny with no plans of ever exiting&lt;br /&gt;But the pavement became slippery from the tears God shed over lies, pain, and misery&lt;br /&gt;And even to this day it’s a mystery how the simplicity of love is so complex&lt;br /&gt;We don’t wanna give up but&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are grasping for breath&lt;br /&gt;Fighting death&lt;br /&gt;Sighing over regret&lt;br /&gt;For signing what was so blessed so carelessly&lt;br /&gt;If heaven has any air to spare please&lt;br /&gt;We’ve fallen on knees in this time of despair&lt;br /&gt;Praying for a breeze to sweep through our Souls &lt;br /&gt;And save that thin thread of hope that we hold…&lt;br /&gt;So God could you make it possible…&lt;br /&gt;For all the angels in heaven and on earth to breathe simultaneously to give us what we need for a chance of a survival?&lt;br /&gt;See I’m not asking for riches or a perfect life,&lt;br /&gt;I’m asking for a blessing and for you to flip your switch so she can once again possess your light…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she’ll see the things my blind heart sees&lt;br /&gt;I’m just praying for that breeze…&lt;br /&gt;That gust of wind that can blow away all of our sins…&lt;br /&gt;Baby…Only if you knew how many pens lost their lives due to the words I wrote for you&lt;br /&gt;I spilt the blood of our love on these pages…&lt;br /&gt;So this ink is immortal…&lt;br /&gt;Each syllable is a portal that leads to a time when time stood still and every moment seem too good to be real…&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel our history dwindling in your membrane take this poem and never let those memories fade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“TODAY TWO SOLDIERS OF ETERNITY WERE SLAINED” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God it’s ok that your breath never came…&lt;br /&gt;I’m beginning to understand that love is blessed pain…&lt;br /&gt;And we are the construction workers on Destiny’s road creating or closing another lane with every decision that we make…&lt;br /&gt;But I have faith in fate…&lt;br /&gt;That this phase of present pain will dissipate and create dreams from grief beyond realities belief… &lt;br /&gt; Now I bitter sweetly close the eyes of our hearts and sadly put our love to sleep…`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23926412-114341152929361355?l=blessedink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/feeds/114341152929361355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23926412&amp;postID=114341152929361355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/114341152929361355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23926412/posts/default/114341152929361355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedink.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-one.html' title='The Last One'/><author><name>Blessedink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04419508674309786558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
