Just Pray

My words don’t know the difference between edification and truth
So wisdom navigates the delicate nuances between the two
I press my lips tightly together when I know my mind hasn’t quite made it
To the place in which my mouth can speak, not words that kill, but words of exhortation.
Because sin doesn’t end with the multiplication of words
So let your conversation be full of grace, so that you may answer the herds
Of people that will seek you, trying to reach the peak YOU
Govern this mountain!
They wish to devour you and sift you like wheat YOU
Stand sharp like the sword you were created in heat.
From her mouth she speaks wisdom and when she’s silent she is wise
Sometimes the best response is to bow your head and close your eyes.

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I wasn’t slapped in the face
but the shock made me feel like I was

I wasn’t kicked
although pain was present in my stomach

you didn’t choke me
but when you cross my mind I get a lump in my throat

you didn’t stab me in the chest
yet somehow my heart was broken.

You never laid a finger on me
yet I still felt abused

Where do you hold this secret power?
the Olympian facade to rigid to break through?

When the weight of it is too heavy,
do you drag it behind you?

How did you acquire it?
what was its cost?

A few broken promises?
Or did you exchange it for what you lost?

Do they all weight the same?
Do you collect them in a bag or chess,

returning to visit them do you understand the pain?
Do those memories excite you?

Do you feel some kind of shame?
If you had the chance to do it again

would you do it just the same?
These questions without answers

sometimes they trap me in my thoughts.
forcing me to relive the torture

of loving someone who was never taught
how to return the love like . . .

I didn’t ask for anything spectacular or anything you couldn’t achieve.
I just expected you to be exactly who you said you would be.

Anyone Like You

Caught off guard without protection

Left open and unaware, under your subjection

Not knowing why or how I got into this position

But its different with you, I have no fear of submission

It hasn’t been that long since we first met

Yet there’s something so familiar and I’d be willing to bet

That you are willing and you are able and its possible you feel

Okay with giving up your live for in favor of Gods will

I wonder where this will go, will it work or will you forget who.

Its okay if only for a season or forever, I’m just glad to have met you

Your security has kept me, I’m intrigued by the God inside you

I look forward to the day when I can stand beside you

Wait am I ahead of myself in my thinking about this situation?

Let me bring it back, smh, we only had a few conversations.

Which is crazy in itself, because, I think you feel like I do!?

But rest assure that in my life…there hasn’t been anyone like you!

God is in me

Music

Like a strong bass drum

Your voice vibrates 

My chest,  strumming every vein

Filling me with hope joy and promise

Lifting my spirits every time I hear

That tone,  I glance at my phone

To see those wonderful messages

Sweet messages like my grandma’s potato pie

I like to have one all to myself is how

I want you

Up close and personal zooming in

On your thoughts hoping they become

Your actions and lead you straight to

I will be waiting with open arms

Ready to greet my future, I play along

Hitting high notes and every thing

In between our meeting is

like a song only you

and I can sing. 

Welcome

I’ll try to keep this brief.

I express myself through numerous artistic, linguistic and rhetorical methods. This is my first attempt at blogging as well as sharing my writing with others on a platform such as this. I welcome critiques and feedback, in hopes that it may improve upon my work and technique. During the process of sharing I hope to encourage and influence others to try something new, and expose people to my writing style and artistic expression! 

Lenora