It happened again
Didn’t it You woke up with that morning wood And now the battle begins You contemplate on what you want to do Verses what you know you should You ought to get up, take a shower and start your day But you lay in bed, toss and turn, then take it out, and begin to play Squeeze it, twist it, pull it, sling it You’re playing with yourself like a Bop It. Stop it! Pushing all these buttons on your body like it’s a toy. Don’t you know that your body is not a game, boy?
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Awaits with eager expectation The manifestation of the sons of God. But just who are the sons of God? They’re not those who just perform self-righteous works at church with spiritual cockiness Or who prays out loud in the streets to get praised by large audiences Or who have a form and fashion of what they deem godliness, yet denies the true power thereof. Many people will cry out on that Great Day Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, Cast out demons in your name And perform many works in your name? But the Lord will simply say to them I never knew you. So get away from me You workers of iniquity… You see, anyone can do the works of a son with flawlessness Yet lack that personal relationship. If you read your bible, you would know that this is quite obvious. But a true son will be known Not just by the works that they do But by the fruit they exude. So answer me this: Are you a son? It’s a question that not many know how to answer. Because for many years we’ve been told to identify ourselves as Catholic, Lutheran, Anglican or Presbyterian. Some of us even label ourselves as Pentecostal, COGIC, 7th Day, Baptist, or Methodist. But as far as I know, as many as received Him To them gave he power to become sons not denominations. The Spirit that we received causes us to cry out Abba Father But don’t worry, ladies... The family tree is inclusive. Because in the call to sonship There’s not only a birth of sons There’s also virtuous daughters. But no need to distinguish the two. For the Father sees us both as one. Just like he sees himself and his son. No longer are we divided by gender, ethnicity or tribal tongue. We’ve been united by the blood. Call it holy communion. Or better yet, a family reunion. Many members, yet one body in Christ in love. So if you’re a son, take a moment out to give praise to your Father above. INsecurity and INstability
are the characteristics I look for to recruit victims into THIS industry I target every devalued woman who doesn’t know who she is And I lure in children who slip through the cracks due to being foster care kids To the desperate son in need of money just to help his impoverished family make it until tomorrow or for the diva searching online for a gig to be America’s next top model for the young girl looking for love in the streets because attention from her dad at home is limited and for the homeless man who can’t find work because of his status as an illegal immigrant I don’t discriminate For an industry that generates almost $100 billion a year How could I even think of passing up the opportunity of making this my career Think about it Low start-up costs, minimal risks, high profits and large demand If you want to be successful financially, you have to think like a business man Don’t work long and hard, work smart and strategically Did you know Selling humans has one main advantage over selling drugs: they can be sold repeatedly Now, you may want to call me a deranged hustler Or even label me a sex trafficker For exploiting others by forced and fraudulent labor But I say it’s not a crime unless you get caught So before I get exposed, let me snatch up my next victim Okay, you heard me talk, now watch me plot Relationships, Marriage, Sex
The reason why many of us have had so drama in our lives Is because we didn’t understand that THIS was the order for success Not just for a good relationship, but to experience the very best Come on. You know what I’m talking about After every hook-up, we break-up, then make-up Going in circles like the repeat button on an iTunes playlist So can someone tell me please, when are we finally going to stop hitting the snooze button on the call to order and finally wake up I get it. Many of us like the idea of having a good looking dude or chick hanging off our arm Especially if they have their own money, career and swag All of these are qualities about them in which we like to brag So drunk in love that we fail to pay attention to all of the signs. relationship red flags Thinking that we were in a relationship with someone and it’s too good to be true, we realize that we were, because we were in it with a liar Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
It’s the / Sound that your mouse makes When you / Press play on that pornographic video clip You’ve been browsing the web from the time you got home Til about / 3 or 4 o clock in the morning Desperately / Searching for the next hit flick / You click Thinking to yourself Let me go grab a towel or something / In case I get caught up in masturbation Or / this website is trippin / If they think they’re getting my credit card information These free 30 second trailers / Just ain’t long enough Let me fast forward a little bit / I like the part when they get a little rough It’s interesting How with over 4.2 million pornographic websites found online Your lust / Seems to never get satisfied The truth / Is that lust Will take you further / Than you wanted to go Keep you longer / Than you intended to stay Cost you more / Than what you’re willing to pay I should know / Because this addiction / Had a grip on me / For almost a decade Yeah / That’s right No more secrets / I’ma be transparent today For years / Porn has ruined my life / Exciting my flesh / But causing a spiritual decay And if I’m not mistaken / It all started in the middle of 7th grade But Hey / That’s common though / Right Because the largest group of those who view porn online / Are from the ages of 12 to 17. And I / Was around 13 / So according to this statistic / I was somewhere in between It’s not that I wanted this addiction / But / Those images They downloaded from the computer screen Importing themselves / Deep down into my carnal being Infiltrating my thoughts / With all sorts of lustful dreams Now I can’t / Now I can’t / Now I can’t shake / What I have seen Because every familiar person / Every familiar place / Every familiar thing Reminds me / Of another scene I thought I was the only one But as Scriptures points out / There’s nothing new / Under the sun Over 11 million teens regularly view porn Some say they do it / Because they’re lonely or bored / Looking to fulfill a relational void While others say they do it just for fun Yet / There is nothing fun / About not being able to fun-ction / In school You can’t even focus / And-Or concentrate / Because Butt / Is always on your mind / And I’m not talking about the conjunction It’s a dysfunction / When all of your time is spent feeding your flesh As if you were at an all-you-can-eat luncheon Porn / is your choice of junk food / And you are nothing more than a sexual glutton Through seduction / You have been ensnared Into a world wide web / full of moral corruption And you’ve been blinded / By the deception of the sex industry Who has packaged their lies on shelves / And have sold them to you with glits and glamour Porn / Is nothing more than a commercialized production What you see on the screen / Doesn’t properly depict What takes place behind the scenes It’s obscene / The way that men treat women as if they were sexual objects As if they were less than human beings In fact / in their eyes / Women aren’t human at all / they’re merely figurines But don’t let their curvaceous and well-sculpted bodies fool you. Because many of them / Have undergone countless operations of plastic surgery / Pretty hurts. And it’s sickening / How the industry is like a pimp / Tied directly to human trafficking Tricking teenage girls onto sets / That are hardcore / Extreme / Degrading You can see them gagging while giving oral sex And crying while filming orgies / But due to their Kodak smiles You can’t discern their inward screaming Porn / Is so unclean Over 66% of porn stars have herpes / A non-curable disease And of them / 207 have died prematurely / From AIDS, drugs, suicide and homicide / Since this year / 2014 But Scriptures foretell this / That the wages of sin would be death And since all have sinned From the porn producers / To the actors / To the addicts That means that death / Has legal access to us all / Unless Unless someone saves us So worthy is the lamb of God / Who was slain for our transgressions On the cross / There was an exchange Our sins / For his perfection He died / So that we may live A new life / Through the resurrection Now forgiveness / Is made available / To anyone who would make this confession That Jesus Christ is Lord / And the author of salvation So repent / Believe / And accept God’s Grace Lay aside every weight and sin / That so easily besets you / From running this race Cast down every imagination / And every high thing That exalts itself against your knowledge of the Higher Being Bring every thought under captivity / Especially those with sexual activity Make a covenant with your heart and your eyes / Not to look at anyone lustfully I know what some of you may be thinking The struggle is real / and the flesh weak / But the Spirit is willing So don’t give in to porn / I’m telling you it’s unfulfilling Lust can only offer you a temporary bliss But love / If you let it / can offer you so much more than this You will never find satisfaction by going online Lusting after someone else’s sister / Mother / Or Daughter Only Jesus Christ can quench your thirst / You see / He’s the Living Water Porn is a Killer Fantasy / And in this poem you’ve been forewarned So the next time you’re tempted to watch it / Choose God Over Porn. 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Once a child of darkness I lived in bondage to my shame And hid my sins under the cover I didn’t want to be exposed So I hid things from my brothers But now my life has been recovered My true purpose rediscovered I gave my life to Christ Guilt, washed away by my first lover And now I’m the light up on that hill But no kin to Jack and Jill Transparent is my new name And honesty gives me a thrill So I vow to keep it real Share my struggles and my strengths Tell you exactly how I feel Shouldn’t have no fear of getting drilled Especially if you have your struggles still Don’t you need deliverance too Then drop your stones and chill Let’s get through this together And if you see that I’m in error Just pray Cuz gossip kills Chea As a college student
I know Being broke ain’t no joke But I won’t stress myself to death Neither will I fret over my situations Because I know my Father God Jehovah Jireh is a provider of every nation He will refill, restore, and resupply me of all of my needs And all I have to do is whatever his son and my lord and savior Jesus Christ asks of me And that’s to keep his commandments In which the greatest one is to love And to be holy, and to be modest, and to live righteously He will then see my good deeds and how I seek after his face diligently Consequently, I will be blessed Abundantly Yea, I make it rain, but I ain’t talkin bout with money.
You see my, education comes first, and then comes the honeys. I get all, A’s and B’s in all of my classes. But never, C’s or D’s in none of my classes. Cuz I take my education seriously, like a brain tumor. And if you heard I made an F, well that’s a bad rumor. I study hard, play less, and sometimes go through stress. But in the end, when I get a test, I surge through with success. Yea, people call me a nerd, and say that I’m a teacher’s pet, But look who comes to me for help when their goals need met. I’m like a leaf in the wind, a message that you send, one place to another, it’s easy to comprehend That I, follow the rules, and I stick to my agenda, And If you can’t respect that, then I’m not the friend for ya. People always say, Davon don’t do this, I think you should do that But how you give me an opinion, when look where you at? You gotta get yourself together before you can start helpin others Until then, I’ll act like a little kid. You can’t’ tell me what to do, cause, u ain’t my mother In Miami and Atlanta
I was born and raised In my house I stayed And played video games No friends, no adventures No sights to see Just my Playstation 2 and me Until one day when I had nothing to do I’ve played all my games And done beat em’ too So I started punching my pillow to release my rage Grabbed a book about to rip out a page Then I stopped, opened it and took a look And wow, what I saw really got me hooked I sat on my bed to read a little bit End up reading the whole thing, about to have a fit Is there anything else that I can read Didn’t know mere words would entertain me This reading got me hyped Got me psyched To try something else new I ran outside to show my pride I know there’s plenty to do You’ll never know what’s in the world If you only play video games So go out and try something else new Cause you only have one life man My room is a mess, this is not the day
It is just too crowed, can’t this stuff go away? My dresser is junky, my floor is not swept The covers aren’t made, on the bed that I slept. The sheets are all wrinkled; the spread is not folded, Fix yourself now, I yelled and told it It won’t listen to me of course, I realized The bed won’t move, because it’s paralyzed! I looked at the wall to change my direction My picture frame was uneven, breaking its perfection The more that I turned, the worse that things would appear As I stepped on a slice of pizza and on my foot it would smear I took a deep breath and started to dig in the dirt When I finish my room it’ll be a day’s work |
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