So Why Would You Walk with Wings?

So, why would you walk with wings?
When you have been given the ability to soar above your situation
When you can transcend, transfigure and transform generations
Living testimonies to the glory of God
So, why would you walk with wings?
When the Most High stepped out of time and space and spoke you into existence
Breathing interpretations of His Word
Ooh prophets of the Lion of Judah rise up and proclaim the truth to the dumb, deaf and blind walking aimlessly in the wilderness
So, why would you walk with wings?
When you were intended for so much more
When you have been given authority over the earth
Because you are a god
You are a god
You are a god
So, why would you walk with wings?
When you do not have to die as a mere man
And the problems of this world should have no effect over you
And angels wish that they could be in your position
So, why would you walk with wings?
When Jehovah himself has given the world notice
To touch not his anointed and to do his prophets no harm
You are the realization of a dream that has been fulfilled
And you have something in you that is so special it will lead your life
To finally being actualized, realized and complete

So why would you walk?
Why would you walk?
Why would you walk with wings?

Thoughts, views and opinions Part I

Super-spinning world, flying at a furious pace.
Teen pregnancy, lack of morality, mankind is losing the race.
Armageddon is staring the world dead in her face.
Desperadoes wage war to win the new west.Humans are pawns in this spiritual game of chess.
A few have seen the kingdom, but the battle is for the rest.
Narrow-minded sinners don't realize their value is more than gold.
In the funeral of life, perversions of the heart will be pallbearers of the soul.

The Day the Music Stopped

The day the music stopped
Our jaws droppedWhen we witnessed such an atrocity
Their violenceFollowed by our silenceAt the notion of such brutality
Life met deathWhen the nightmare of insanityBecame a reality
Children never to see the love in parent’s eyesA nation of spectators watch as the sky criesFor the lost souls robbed of life
A husband is gone unable to comfort a widowed wife
The day the music stopped
News reports flooded our screens
On life support are America’s dreamsOf “Oh it could never happen to us”
But now whom do we trust?
Tom Clancy’s prophecy reigns true
Palestinian school children burn the red, white, and blue
The day the music stopped
Dan Rather was left with a loss for words
It’s like Mother Nature knew, no more singing birds
The president pleaded with us to get back to normalcy
While congress declares war formally
The day the music stopped
It was like no other
How could one man take another man’s life?
We suppose to be brothers

Somewhere in the middle of Everywhere

Nestled between the dreams and screams of adolescent teens who yearn to grow older and alcoholics who yearn to grow sober.
There is a place where heaven and hell meets, where angels and demons take seats and discuss the problems of the day and put them in a way that small children can understand.

Where the inner child meets the man and confronts him with such issues as, where did we go wrong and why do you keep singing the same song, talking about I could have been somebody; if it wasn't for this, that and the other.

And single mothers and fathers are really the same person. Or atleast that's what she told you, but she didn't tell you that when she met him she knew he wasn't shit and even though he had a girl she still let him hit. And she sure ain't tell you that she had you to keep a man that wasn't her's anyway.

Where night meets day; and dusk and dawn are really the same thing. At the intersection where peasants mets kings and genesis and revelation are really the same thing. Because the beginning is the end and the end is something a little bit more than a fairy tale. Where human souls are being put up for sale. While God and the Devil are merely the brokers.

And speaking of broker, while the powers that be get richer, the middle class is getting broker and broker and broker. Because in reality there is no middle. As we blindly follow the Pide Piper's fiddle down the road of damnation. And we are surrounded by a nation, full of kids who do not know any better. Who would as quickly pull a trigger as they would write a suicide letter.

And the media would like us to believe that we are further apart than we are. As is the distance were measured by stars. You can find us on the connection between hip-hop tracks and gospel hyms and stand firmly on the idea that to be saved you must first realize that you have sinned. And we can be found somewhere between partying late Saturday night and praising God early Sunday morn. By no means are we the norm, bazaar, outkast in all forms.

This is A Love Poem

One day you asked me to write you a poem
And it took me a while to find something to say.
I wanted to convey something, but I really wasn't sure what.
Remember this is a love poem.

When you need inspiration because you can't find yourself in the person and the life you have created for yourself.
Or when you feel your emotions are on trial and the world is the plaintiff.
Or even when you're tired of going through trials and tribulations
and asking God, "why me" and receiving the same answer, "why not".
Remember this is a love poem.

I wrote this for the times when you question mankind.
And you are left with the realization that everybody except you is out of his or her minds.
Or those situations where you may start to believe, "maybe it's not them, maybe it is me".
Especially when you feel God can’t hear your cries or when you feel trapped in a valley of lost souls
Those are the times that I want you to read this.
Remember this is a love poem.

Even though it may not speak of roses or violets.
And pays no mention to long summer days.
It makes s no comparison of your eyes to oceans or your beauty to a goddess.
While this may not be filled with flights of fancy.
Or promises of bliss and splendor.
Remember this is a love poem.

It is accepting and understanding.
It is not overbearing or hurtful.
But, it is altruistic and open to interpretation.
It can be taken at face value or as deep as you would like.
The words have been written for you and no one else.
They will not change or leave you.
They will be there as long as you want them.
Love is as love does and God is love.
So it is quite obvious there is no greater gift than love.
For God so loved the world that he gave.
As I have give this to you.
Remember this is a love poem.

It is Bigger than Us

It's bigger than us. And by us I mean the 21-35 generation x kids who grew up watching 106 and Park and TRL and barely can remember when rap music wasn't on MTV. It's bigger than us. Because we didn't have to walk on Washington and we sat in the back of the bus because that's where we wanted to sit, not because we were forced to or have to riot because one of our leaders was assassinated. Since we had no political leaders that related to us, we turned Tupac into our revolutionary and rappers became the voice of a misguided generation that had nothing to hold on to or nothing to look forward to. A man is a dangerous animal when he has nothing to live for.

And with that came the rise of American Gangsters and dope boyz in the trap and drug dealers became local legends and later in their careers music moguls. While single mothers in the hood told little boys and girls you can be anything you want to be, you don't have to be like the rest of them. Drugs and basketball aren't they only way out. And some replied yeah I'm going to be a rapper. And she told you that's not what she meant, you can be president. And I myself was one of those children and looked at her and thought this lady is on that shit, because my name isn't Bill or William, or George or any other presidential name and then I thought; if she wanted me to be president she should have started by giving me the right name to start. Then I also realized none of the presidents looked like me and she was just pumping my head with noise because it sounded good.

But as I said when I started it is bigger than us. This moment in time, while we pivot role in it was not really for us. It is bigger than us. It is for our grandparents that day dream and have nightmares when you mention things like Selma, Willie Lynch, a young Atlanta preacher named after a catholic revolutionary Martin Luther, Montgomery Bus Boycott, Malcom Little aka Malcolm X aka Malik Shabazz. This moment is for then for everything that we took for granted, that they indured. This is their time to rejoice and praise God for the dream that has come to fruition. More importantly this moment is for the next generation, for my two year old son Davin that will never question me when I tell him that he can be anything he wants to be including president and he doesn't have to have a presidential name or presidential background to win. This moment is for my son who is to young to get it yet, because 2am is way past his bed time. This is for our kids that we must realize have far fewer obstacles in front of them than our parents did. Kids who not only play football and basketball, but golf and tennis as well. This is for those who will grow up believing YES WE CAN.