Month: November 2015

Artwork, Poetry

The Man Who Gives His All

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Agapelife blog poetry pushing rock

I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.

Romans 8:18

I’ve invested everything into this because my strength failed

Before doubt formed a cloud over my foul cells

I wanted to be invincible I mean always protected and healthy

Seems it takes loss of everything to be honest and wealthy

All I want is a family to lean on and share blood with

Be on the same path and lock arms with

It’s because I felt so alone that I became so strong in my quiet

Keeping my thoughts inside until I come to a climate mirroring my intentions

But I can’t forget to mention I’m growing impatient

I’ve been waiting and waiting for my heart to unfold what it’s making

The untold dream that I’m chasing

The unspeakable unreachable

The source of all things meaningful If I get there, I’ll say I love you and mean it

And understand faith is in action and not in my dreaming

I’ll be able to rest in the flow of wonderful thinking

Above all things in my spiritual kingdom


Grateful Burdens

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I know, O LORD, that your regulations are fair; you disciplined me because I needed it.

Psalm 118:75

A slap to your face; the way I was acting

I couldn’t see because I was overreacting

Not noticing the reasons behind my suffering

So I’m complaining inside while my pride is covering my ignorance

Belligerent descriptions,

Lonely walk prescriptions for my animal like addictions

I’m getting distant don’t bother me

My patience is thin don’t start with me

I was a troubled child going house to house in need of a angel to father me

If it wasn’t for love; I wouldn’t set goals to master my artistry

I wouldn’t be able to see how loyalty is working hard for me

Now I know that you’re faithful, nothing is out of place, only needed to be grateful


When You Thought It Was Figured Out

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I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things.

Isaiah 45:7

I know I’m saying what you couldn’t
I’m alone while you’re  surrounded by voices
I’m chosen for something different you know every limb has its mission
Let me be a heart and you be my legs
I’ll never be ahead until I learn our romance
Until I vibe with perceptions
And write letters like a dance
Learn rhythm with friends
And enemies
Learn to love and not pretend to be godly
Learn to see behind the scenes
And understand that he got me
Me and you inspired monopolies
Matter perceives then proceeds to mimmick and copy
But what’s form without spirit?
A motionless body


Turning Tears Into Art

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“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.”

 Psalms 51:17

At the point where 82% quit
When the future looks slanted
And it’s harder to be candid
To get pass this phase you have to be branded
Back in the day I thought hardworking people get ahead but running in circles is the foolishness breath
Now it’s about standing for something and if your standing is under the standard, your’re standing for nothing
Looking like something beautiful but you’re only an illusion because the world passes away
These riches are elusive
Give me something exclusive
Like being chosen by God
To separate what is reality from the deception of fraud
In need of a lesson my blessings soon came to a stop
Because tears are the best way to fully understand the will of the heart
Although most were content with dying in the dark
Some took that road of pain
turning crying into art


My Helping Hands

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For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it.

Matthew 16:25

Don’t worry bout my broken heart or tired body.

Don’t tell me sorry you’re being yourself.

Cut me down like it delivers you wealth.

Help me lose myself and die to everything

Cause being beyond is my medicine and answer to everything.

What’s to fear when you’re used to death being near?

Why be on the fence with intentions so clear?

Listening to truth is the same as being untouchable because when God is speaking

everyone looks up to you.

That’s why it’s hard it’s get comfortable.

When he speaks it’s like the world is dissolving.

If I don’t cover up my sins will engulf me.

So I toughen up,  if he died so his blood could cover us, it’s nothing for me to help a brother up. (more…)