In The End

All the seeds you’ve sown (or fail to sow)
becomes your reward at the end of
your life cycle; you’ll receive a tally of good
and foul deeds, how you lived your life matters
more than you think God holds you
accountable for your actions, or lack thereof.

Zombie-like Life

I’ve kept it all in, all the pain and
the shame of being mistreated and deserted
by loved ones, people are so quick to judge,
judge what they do not understand; often too
harshly they spill the beans.

I’ve carried heavyweights on my shoulders,
weights other people would’ve probably
run away from sometimes I wonder if
the struggles were even worth
the undesirable package deal I’ve received
I am a living zombie, alive today
but feeling dead and buried tomorrow.

Modern-Day Slaves

Can’t touch it, taste it, feel it, or see it to
a certain extent. However, slavery is still present
in plain sight, we’re modern-day slaves
locked up behind invisible bars
decorated with honors by distractions
innocent bystanders indebted to an evil
society ordered to pay back the national
debt created out of thin air under the
corporation and that is the least of the war.

Include God in The Picture

Demons will masquerade as angels
of light; they aim to conquer
and destroy. They’ll often do a fabulous
job, especially if there’s an opening
for weaknesses to manifest; they’ll happily jump
over every boundary you have in place, it’s
all fantastic entertainment. They’ll linger forever
if God’s not in the picture, give Him the key
to drive, they’ll have no choice but to leave.

Only God Can Sustain Me

I’ve done more wrongs than good, but those
deeds are already done; I’ve made the same
mistakes over and over, some things are easier
said than done; I’m still learning,
a long way from perfection.

After reflecting, I’ve realized how misled
my life has been I’ve filled up my head
with so many bad things, not purposefully,
the devil is a liar, and when they come out,
it’s harmful to those around me.

Only God can sustain me when He’s at
the wheel; I am invincible everything feels
perfect, though that’s when the devil attacks
me more and that’s fine my faith grew stronger.

I’m learning to praying without ceasing
one sure way to stop the devil
in his destructive track.

Opening Up

I am learning to open up; it’s not always beneficial
living life so sealed up tight in a box; it’s more
negatives than positives, it does more harm than
good sitting comfortably in my comfort zone, afraid
of changes; I’m halfway living, and I want
more of the fullness of life.

Poor People Luxuries

Here in America, many people live a
luxurious lifestyle; they take for granted
many things others in third-world countries
would die to possess; these people take, take,
take everything they can get their hands on,
and little do they give back if anything at all.

There’s food on the table fast-food restaurants
at every corner grocery stores within a half-mile
reach in most states the option to cook
or not is always available there’s a fridge full of
food and pantries stocked up like a store, there’s
a roof over their heads, it may not be in
the best neighborhood, but it sure beats a one-room
shack and a pit-toilet with an open sewer.

There’s clean water, although medicated
with whom knows what but it sure beats
the clean water coming from a poop infested river,
there are shoes on their feet for days, too many
pairs to count sure beats one pair of raggedy
sandals not to mention, a change of clothes
for every day of the week. Yet, people in America
complain about not having outfits to wear
and no food to keep their mouths busy.

Many Americans have cars to drive; it may not be
the best or newest model. Still, it sure beats
walking five, ten, or fifteen miles oneway
they are blessed with jobs although, there’s no
guarantee it’ll be there tomorrow mostly, the
opportunities are there for the hungry and thirsty.

In the slums, it’s hand-to-mouth every day
although, the working poor live hand-to-mouth, too.
The struggle is real everywhere…but that’s just
the tip of the iceberg; maybe they know pain more;
maybe they understand the true meaning of hard
work not to say Americans don’t know hard work
or pain too, but the drive to succeed seems far
more significant in those third-world countries.

In America, most people are already comfortable
with their destination, so there is no need to fight
or attempt to climb the mountain.