Fruit From the Tree

Oh my God, What’s wrong with me.
I thought I just saw a moving tree!
Roots unplugged, walking around in my Gym!
Picking up the weights like they belong to Him!108267720
Y’all, this ain’t no joke!
This brother looks like a mighty black oak!
You know my thoughts, “Run Forest Run!”
The civil war of nature has just begun.
Or maybe the war is only in my thoughts.
This mind of mine, that is going insane.
Placing these images inside my brain.
Where is the scripture that says,“Thou Shalt Not Lust!”
Bow my head and pray, “In God I Will Trust!
Lawd! Help me look straight head,
Hide these trees inside my head,
Chase the thoughts away of buying a King size bed!
I just wanna work out!
Exercise my demons, pay for the things I ate.
It so hard to concentrate, surrounded by “timber!”
Yes! I got a call, as I hold back my game,
Preventing them trees from falling at my feet,
Grasping the flesh, that I try to burn.
I seen a Cypress, a Blue Ash, and a run-a-way bush!
Of course that made me just wanna push,
Another mile out on the treadmill,
Cock my head to the left, to glance again at his frame.
Yup its a tree in deed, strong bark, branches balked up,
Shoulders the perfect place to build my nest.
Arms, the safest place to come in from the rain!
Legs like trunks, I could pack away all my winter thoughts,
What just happen? Please erase those thoughts,
Did he see me stare?
I will just pretend that’s my running glare.
I now understand the temptation of Eve,
Wanting to take a bite from the fruit of the tree!

I Am So Blessed!

Despite every test I fail, and all my other crazy mess,
I feel so blessed!
I cannot ever remember NOT talking to God!
To some that may seem a little odd.
My first memory is of me, looking in the mirror and talking to Him!
I guess even at the age three, littleblackgirl
I was able to recognize the God in me.
I would speak to Him in my play!
I always knew how to pray,
Yet, not really knowing how to believe.
Faith is really hard to grasp!
Its like hope, absent luck, without any sight,
Of knowing how things will come to past.
So when I had my child young and out of wedlock,
Had to face my family and relay,
I got pregnant so I guess I’m caught,
Living my secret teenage life,
Knowing it’s wrong, pretending like it’s right,
Facing the issues of being married, young and dumb,
Burying my mother way too young,
Taking in her children with no real job,
Going back to college despite those odds.
Living my nightmare on crack street,
Working two jobs just to make ends meet.
Pursuing and obtaining a Master’s degree,
All while burying the elders in my family.
Then raising my children and watching them take flight.
Still praying to God that they would be all right.
Running and hiding to protect their life,
Making mistakes in the decisions, when God told me right!
Then setting off for destination unknown, searching for my destiny.
Absent my friends, loved ones, and family.
Looking at the present and all of my mess,
I continue to say, “I AM SO Blessed!
Grasping at Faith and waiting for the increase!
Not understanding why even I believe,
Except for looking at this list of all He has done for Me!

Gone On & Talk About Me!

Speaking life is always right!
Yet, I find myself holding my pen real tight,
trying to direct the flow of my traffic.
Creating your death with my words would be so tragic,
You’re trying to assassinate my integrity behind my back,
bad habit!
Running your mouth,
Like shooting bullets from a gun,
rapid fire, as you desire, to murder my character!
Then smiling in my face…
What an actor!
What a disaster!
Then I read,
“Have you considered my servant Job?”
I realized that you created a scene for God to bless me!
Why are you acting like you are from the Twilight,
for the blood that covers my life!
Don’t you understand,
He has already paid the price!
I just dabbed a little bit behind my ears.
Place a smidgen on my wrist.
Show the price tag to the devil and declare,
“Pass over this!”
You can’t shop in the same stores as me!
You can’t shine like my stars!
All my labels are the same brand,
Understanding I am still not worthy!
Underneath the blood, the floss, the gloss and the weave,
pain healed, weakness made strong, wrong made right,
cause He gave His life!
The Glory of God must look good on me!
‘Cause you cant seem keep your mouth off me!
I just hold to His words,
“Have you considered my servant Job?”
So talk if you must, in God I will trust!
Waiting with anticipation for the restoration,
from your destructive seeds, that set up the scene,
for God to bless Me!


Come have a conversation with me.
Something that actually is equivalent to communication.
Words that are put together to generate elevation, stimulations, and even laughter.  Please disregard all conversation related to my anatomy
and for those slow on the uptake, that is the same as my physique.
Of course I want to know you really like my smile,
and thank you for the compliment on my pretty brown eyes.
But can we talk about something that will stimulate my mind? Continue reading

I Hate A Thief!

I hate a Liar! But I absolutely despise a Thief!

The Thief, one who steals all things precious, dreams, and ideas.

Taking the gifts of love ones and that which God has birthed in you.

Stealing prize possessions and the feelings of  love, hope, joy, and admiration!

Leaving you only with memories of that which was lost and feelings of violation!

Never being able to recoup or replace that which was loss,

The Thief then trades your precious valuables for worthless, self gaining monetary value.

Never being able to gain the worth of the gift given to you,

The thief attempts to ordain themselves with your gift as if by possessing your items, they are some how worthy!

I hate a thief and the perpetration of fraud they carry.

I am angered by their attempt to assassinate the feelings, dreams and destiny assigned to me.

Somehow I am sure that God will punish your bold irresponsible premeditated attack on my life by taking that which was purposed for me.

I only hope that He will soothe the anger that I feel and replace it with love.

The Love in which He bares, loving those that are wrong and extending grace to those who have offended Him.

I pray to Love you again as God loves you because I am  a daily benefactor of this Love.

But in this place, on this day, at this time, Lord forgive me, Because I hate a Thief!

The In Between Time

God is calling me to a higher place.
As I lay on the floor and see his face,
I can hear him changing my name.
relaying if I am obedient my future holds riches and fame.

God is speaking to me as if I am a Queen.
But all I can see is remnants of a woman who married a crack fiend.
So how do I live in the in between time, fulfilling my destiny,
Until God’s perfected end is completed in me?

Was there ever a time in your life that you were saved but not delivered?
A time that you cried out to be set free?
A time that you didn’t know that God was shaping your destiny.
A time that you had a vision that could not be conceived?

The in between time is where I am!
So God, how do I perform while the clay is being shaped in your hand?
How do I live like a woman that I cannot begin to comprehend?
How do I exist when only you know the plan?

In between the time that I am transformed from the peasant to the Queen.
In between the time that I am made over from a sinner to God’s minister.
In between the time that my mind comprehends his word from the beginning to end.
In between the time that God completes my destiny, How do I live out his visions for me?

It is the in between time that his mission is so critical.
It is the in between time that people become so cynical.
They point and stare and say, “look at her.”
It is the in between time, and they tell the story, like it is already over.

Judgements! Lies! Criticisms! The line forms here.
All our welcome from far and near.
Come, be the first to stand in line!
But before you speak, realize, I am in the in between time.

Bacon an Eggs, with a Side of Grits

I smile at his presence, and truly embraced,
The beauty that lies beside me and contributes to this smile on my face.
He has got that bacon an eggs body!
Making me feel real good.
I smile at his chiseled features, appearing to be cut from wood. Continue reading

36 Hours in a Day

36 Hours in a Day!

What if there where 36 hours in a day?
More time for children to play.
Laughing and running thru the neighborhoods.
More time for people to perform good works.
More time for breast cancer research and cures for AIDS.
More time to complete your dreams for the day.
Joshua understood this marvelous feat. Continue reading

The Everyday Woman, The Eater Vol. 2

The Eater
And they took strong cities, and a fat land, and possessed houses full of all goods, wells digged, vineyards, and oliveyards, and fruit trees in abundance: so they did eat, and were filled, and became fat, and delighted themselves in thy great goodness Neh. 9:25 KJV

Lets not mistake anything! God did promise that we would enter a land that flowed with milk and honey! A land that flowed with wheat, barley, and olive oil. However, there are a few who when triggered by emotions that have become aggravated, eat. This is the spot where I have to disrobe and stand naked before him. Continue reading