how i present myself on paper
seem to be a problem with the
world... should I called it adversity
or should I just call it being judgmental..
either way only "God can Judge me" ..
See it seem that the world only compliment
hatred or drama.. you know something
in that nature.. you know following the devil
nature. See my mind is to in depth with
the treasures of God. He give me the strength
the power and the glory so every hill I climb
I'm able to to stop satin in every lie..
Because every shadow I have a light
shined behind it by Christ. Who am I I'm
Poetry. Jones
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Produces lines of words eloquently strung together
Pearls of wisdom rejected cuz they rather walk around
With shiny plastic they got from Lee’s ,
Its no wonder we can’t be felt, understood, or seen
By those who are use to lifestyles of imitation
We’re from a body of truth and light
Our stanzas invoke love so you know they have to hate it
Can’t understand what they can’t do so they
-Judge-
Hated by darkness
like nations in invisible bow ties conspiring
cuz they see the X factor in me
putting those whom fear change to shame
by any means
Harriet Tubman bloodstream
Letting freedom ring
So I let words roll off my tongue (tongue ring,
Producing passion fruits
Cuz the Passion of Christ allowed his will to be done
That means whatever I will can come to life if his will and my will are one
So I’ll continue to write till I’m instructed to bow my head and say “It’s done”
-Redemption-
They may not agree or respect poetic talent but understand that’s not my plight
Salt and light
Black and white
has never looked better constructed than tonight
Haters might be big in number
But to stop us it would take a miracle (but they lack God so that cant be done,
Let them vacation in poisoned lifestyles
And my exodus will remain lyrical
Who am I?
Lyrical Eksodos.
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