Tears

Tears slide down my face with a relative path
guided by gravity and my sorrows from past
carving a way, down my ebony skin
leaving trails of sadness to let the healing begin
Salt deposits felt, so time to scrub my face
I'm just tired, so I yawned .. oops, was this poem out of place?

:)

Forged Heart

To live to love
to love to live
to give to take
to take to give
I live this life
I give this life
I love this life
He touched .. this life
Feeling blessed, as though I need no longer worry
excitedly grab my papers in my bookbag in a hurry
Scrub my face, rush out the door
Poptart in my mouth as I plop on the floor
Pull out my pens, my paper, my notes
stick my tongue out to the side as I'm bursting with hope
Eyes open wide, glistening with youthful joy
ears properly cleaned to navigate the canals in his hoy
Weighed down by the knowledge that just keeps on growing
Raise my hand eager to show that my learnings weren't plateauing
As I'm called I stand, and tidy my bow ..
"I've forged my heart with God .. so I'm good .. ya know?"

Ya boi!

Sometimes

Sometimes don't know which way to go
tossed and turned lost amiss the turbulent flow
Lefts and rights, gazed in the maze
eyes waxed over as the subtleties get phased ..
out
Iron out the kinks
losing identity to the masses and being restricted from think..
ing
Turning into a monotonous drone
A clone of those who are prone to all the things that the Lord doesn't condone

Look at the sky
wonder why the hues are so deep
Saturated with goodness as we flock to be his sheep
guidance .. and reassurance of the land
keeps us pressing forward to the given task we have at hand
Losing ones identity in who they are to be from the Lord
is something quite troubling, and something that strikes a chord

You .. you think you know better than the creator?
The one who is smooth like velvet, the original debater?
Much of a debate it isn't, as you could never find the words
to suppress his incredible love and knowledge filled inside of ears of verbs
Like the corn splits, so do our shells
exposing our soft insides that we often try to sell
Black market ..
Giving up what God gave us as our gift
the very life that Jesus died to save, and thus creating a rift
Our differing view to what we believe God has planned
as though true ideals of justice could ever be based off Man

Don't forget who God made you to be, the reason for your call
the embodiment of Jesus Christ our Lord, the rock that never falls
When help is needed, just stretch out a hand
he's always reaching out for you, our tender loving father helps us stand
adversity all around, our brothers and sisters unite
grasping our other hand and slip into the night
Shining our lights into the darkest of hearts
inserting Gods wisdom back where it was always from the start

Collapsed minds lose themselves to the insanity that's a foreign object
Tool of the enemy placed inside to try to make us forget and defect
We are prefects, and as precursors to his love
comes the removal of our burdens, the weights gone .. above