There is something electric 
when my pen meets this paper
my mind is silenced 
the silence gives way to my heart
the words that I can't muster to say
spills out like the sun's rays at its peak
shining light on everything beneath

the art of transparency

My heart

Words for the journey

|| The currency of life ||

character is expensive 
it’s wealth is often undervalued 
the currency of its consistency
outweighs pounds of gold
character’s ability to separate boys from men
and girls from women
weigh heavy on the scales of revelation
revealing what one attempts to mask
one's true character leaks out 
day after day
as decisions are made 
the dark will come to the light 
when options are many 
character reflects commitment 
a humble heart finds contentment 
the virtuous woman prays her way through
respecting, loving, and forgiving 
even when it feels impossible
choosing to walk away 
when faced with compromising her values
because her currency 
her character 
is expensive

 || entangled ||

i grew up in church but wasn't really present knew all about heaven but never felt it watched the theatrics like an amusing play
i couldn't figure out why i just couldn't get it
i would give god honorable mention
but my life was full of lies and deceit everything i strived for was twisted
i couldn't sleep because of my sins overtime they overtook my mind and that's when numbness set in
i was trapped in a clear box beating my head on each wall desperately crying out for help
i knew who i displayed wasn't really me
every-time i tried to seek
a distraction of a storm was hurled at me even in my selfless acts i still was selfish at my core
i over indulged in anything that would give me satisfaction
only to toss it out of my way when they couldn't fill the giant void
my heart almost flatlined
i got so close to tossing it all away
by the grace of god the fog slowly disappeared
i found the water that i was so thirsty for his water tasted sweeter than anything that had ever touched my lips
the moment his love reached down on my sinful rags of a life
i have been entangled in his web of love
jesus

|| Ownership of truth ||

her whole eyes can clearly see
their connection
their version of love
was a human attempt
to fill what was broken in both of them
long before they even knew each other's name

Poetry

In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Aenean dapibus at arcu sit amet aliquam. Ut tortor dui, ornare a justo at, luctus hendrerit justo. Sed accumsan nisi non justo gravida interdum. Vestibulum venenatis molestie dolor, non ultrices velit ullamcorper ut. Ut molestie lectus eget semper suscipit.

Poetry

In hac habitasse platea dictumst. Aenean dapibus at arcu sit amet aliquam. Ut tortor dui, ornare a justo at, luctus hendrerit justo. Sed accumsan nisi non justo gravida interdum. Vestibulum venenatis molestie dolor, non ultrices velit ullamcorper ut. Ut molestie lectus eget semper suscipit.

hER freed Soul poetry book is available on amazon today!

amazon