♫Musique's Poetry♫

HELP ME!
My bills are due and I'm flat broke. You try being a college student with no help from those who "have your back."
HELP ME!
I have so much work to t urn in, duties to fulfill, and a load of engagements that require my presence. What do I do?
I NEED HELP!
Everyone is coming to me for help. I can barely help myself. I am not the Messiah. I have problems of my own. Too many people are in my ear with useless advice that I didn't ask for. Somebody help me before I go psycho.
Somebody help me while I wait for my stimulus check. Thanks to Geroge W. we've all taken a hit in the pocket.
God Do you hear me? HELP ME! HELP ME!
I can't help myself. I'm mad and bitter. Haters are coming out of the woodworks. I'm striving but I can't make it by myself.
Help me, God. I look unto you, the Hill from which cometh my help. I know my Help comes from you.
I look around and see that my Help is already here. The problem isn't mine anymore. It is yours. …

When My Words are Few

Sitting Back with my Red Solo cup in my hand,

Listening to Lady Day singing the Blues, I realize that I'm lost. My feelings and emotions are trapped inside of me.

I need release and relief, but I can't seem to get anyone to understand how I feel.

My words are few.

My Baby walks in and kisses me. I respond back, but I still zone out into the zone of comfort and heightened thoughts.

Naw, I ain't mad, just calm when my words are few.

Naw, I'm not suicidal.
My Words are few.

I don't want to hear a word about I need to do this or do that. I don't want to hear about a Messiah to come and rescue me. He's already done that and I know what the deal is.

Things that I'm dealing with try to unravel me, but this is what happens when my words are few.

Just leave a message and I'll get back to you, but right now, my words are few.

What if?
Many days I sit and wonder about the "What Ifs?" concerning you and I.
What if you and I had become more than friends? Who would be the strong one and who would be the ruler? I would be strong for you and we would rule together. What if you were mine and I were yours? Would we be intimate? Would it be just about the physical? What if?

What if we became sworn enemies? Who would be right and who would be wrong? Would it cause us both to go to hell?
What if?
What if we never have forever? What would we do? What if one of us dies? Who would remain?
What if?

Life
What is life? Life is a four letter word.
For it to be of only four characters, there is more depth than the eye can see.
We only can understand and know life unless we experience it.
Many times I have searched for the meaning of life.
I've come to the conclusion that one must carpe diem. Seize the day. Live life to the fullest.
Forget about the haters and the nay sayers and be the best that you know that you can be.
Life is a learning experience. We can't make it without God Almighty. He sent His Son that we may have life more abundantly and that our joy would be full.
What is life?
Life is existence. Life is learning. Life is love. Life is loss and Life is gain.
You only live once. What will you do with your life?

I'm Holy, But I'm Human

A Praise Team Leader. A Prayer Warrior. A Gospel Musician. This is who I am on everyday of the week. "Holiness is right," and "Praise be to God," are the things that come out of my mouth. These are the ingredients to the man of God that I am. One thing that is often forgotten in the phrase "Man of God" is "Man." Even though I am a servant of God, I am still human. Yes, I get on yahoo messenger, myspace, and facebook. Yes I go skating and bowling. I may even dine out. I eat, sleep, breathe, and bleed just like you. Yes I speak in tongues. Yes I pray and read God's word, but I'm still flesh and blood like you. I may not go clubbing. I may not drink. I may not use profanity. I still like to go out and have good clean fun. I like going to the movies. In Case you didn't know I'm holy, but I'm human. I love chillin with may lady. I may even be celibate, but I have feelings just like you. I've h…

Hello Beautiful. How are you? What’s your name? I’m sorry if I seem a little forward, but I couldn’t help notice your radiance from across the room. Your smile, your hair, your voice, and your persona grabbed my attention and you became my focus for the evening. I’m not trying to get your sex or hit it to quit it, but I want to know you better because you are beautiful and I’m attracted to you. It something about your beautiful brown skin that is drawing me to you like bees to honey, like ants to sugar, like a flower rises when the sun shines. When I look at you a see more than woman. I see a rose blooming in the spring. I see a beautiful sunset on the horizon. I see beautiful rainbows and I smell sweet country after a summer rain. I see a diamond. I see pure beauty. Your seductive brown frame hypnotizes me. As I watch you walk in those heals, those jeans with the golden sparkles, I see an independent, strong, stylish black woman. You are a million dollar baby. You’re worth more …