Reeled In

I could be lost
somewhere untouchable by man
but somewhere deep down
in the darkness of my confusion
and man-made inflicting wounds,
I wanted to be saved
from myself above all others.

I didn’t want to end up
in the lost and found bin
people often forget really do exist;
in the last place
people actually don’t
look for lost things.

Though I was not a thing,
just a person
often classified
as something unlovable.
Tossed to the side
and left to die
by my own hands
had I leaped
at the many opportunities
represented before me,
so nicely wrapped,
to soar free
from my temporary situations.

The places I’ve been,
the things I’ve seen,
the things I’ve done…
Only the blood
of the Lord Jesus Christ
could’ve reeled me in
from my destined route
of destruction.

Each Breath

Each breath
is a motivation to live.

A perfect reason
to change
for the better good.

A strong desire
to make
each day count.

A friendly reminder
not to live
in regret.

An awe-inspiring love
of a Father you’ll get
to see one day soon.

A powerful blessing
you may never truly be able
to grasp with your highly intelligent
level of understanding.

A sacred moment
that will surely pass you by
without you even realizing it.


I’ve been awake
for a while now.

I began to see
the many things,
any and everything imaginable,
that man has been programmed
to miss with the naked eye.

It’s a spiritual battle,
that much I know.

The American Dream Sales Pitch

“Streets paved with gold”,
that’s the sales pitch
for the American Dream.

After all, money does
grow on trees and everyone
lives the good life.

I know!
I used to think
the same thing until I became
homeless and my car got repossessed…
and many, many more fortunate events
I’ve been so blessed to experience.

Sort of Adopted

I left home at 12 years old
to live with family
in a brand new country.

My mother had given up
my sister and I
to her aunt (my grandmother’s sister)
in what appeared to be an adoption of sorts.

My grand aunt had painted
a nice picture for my mother
and I was looking forward
to a better life.

It was certainly nice at first,
I can’t deny the joy I felt
at being showered with

more food and clothes,
a bike, roller skates,
my own bed, and many things
I was never used to.

My father was not
a presence in my life
so that was that.

I was adopted,
that was the story
I was being told.

Just a last name change
would seal the deal,
that’s all I remember.

I was simply asked
I wanted my last name changed
and my response was
although I hated
my father’s legacy at the time;
I hated
that he had abandoned his children,
plus my original last name ryhmed
better with my first name
and it was all I had ever known.

Seemed like the
whole adoption thing tanked.
I’m not sure where I stand to this day.

Saying no was like poison.
I received so much backlash
for my reply.

The promise I made to myself
to help my mother as a child
wouldn’t have happened
if I had said yes to that name change.
I didn’t know that at the time.
I was just a kid.

To be continued…

Expensive Envy

You don’t know how
the Joneses did it.
You just want
what they have,
point blank,
end of story.

What they have
looks like a winner,
all day,
every day.
It’s the truth!

You’re a top class
admirer all the way
up or down.
The finer things in life are
constantly cruising your alley.

How the Joneses got their luxury,
you really do not want to know.
You just care about the Benjamins
and what they can do for you.

The American Dream Is Sacrifice

If you don’t work, you don’t eat.
The streets here
aren’t paved with gold,
within the first week,
you had that wake up call.
The American dream is sacrifice.

You work extra hard
for a little bit of change
but you do it
because you are building
your house back home
and your family has to eat.

You take the best job
you are qualified for
which is the worst job
in some people’s eyes,
few citizens would consider

but you don’t mind
washing dishes
is far better than anything
you could ever find
back in your country.

You are more than grateful
to be able to provide
for your family.
Pocket change to some
but a luxury to you.


I keep my head straight
and my eyes even straighter
when it comes to certain things,
I don’t try to watch or envy
what others have.
I don’t know what it took for them
to have what they’ve got
so I stay focused
with all of my might
on the tasks ahead.
Envy is a distraction I do not need.