Me Time

I need some me time.
Time for me time.
Relax and just be time.
Breathe and reboot time.
Too bad for me,
I've spent maybe 2 or 3
minutes on this here rhyme,
and wasted my me time.


Y
  Z


July '11

Downward Spiral

This downward descent is an easy spiral. 
On these decisions I've made, only I am held liable. 
It seems some blessings hold me captive. 
A stew of my own making is what Im trapped within. 
To say there's light at the end of the tunnel is a statement thats's paper thin. 
Only He can displace me from the struggles I'm buried in.

Once Again Its The Life

Indeed you've held us down summer after summer.
That you would ascend to this height, 
I'm sure hometown locals have often wondered.
But with each track, baseline, rhyme and shout
"Where Brooklyn at?!"
To that answer there is no reasonable doubt.

Eager to give back in times of monumental peril.
2 targets were struck with your attention.
The North set the blueprint of your broadening philanthropy.
The South gave a report on how minorities should never be,
treated that is.
Not only your kindness and generosity,
but your pockets you wore on your sleeve.

Now with volume after volume of your work,
you approached life with fresh eyes and a new rhythm.
You have friends on Myspace quoting Jay-isms!
Anyone could plainly see the making of an incomparable MC.
But something became clear to me.
A thought that held such grief it scared me.

For a man of great stature
and a soul of envied character,
I am puzzled by this one flaw
and a quick answer is not what I'm after.

What if Jay didn't know Jehovah?
Would someone hold a meet and greet please.
Too many accolades have been given,
to only find out he's a heathen.
And to myself, this, I am no longer keeping.

Your life not being your own,
the life you lead has been ordained and planned.
Unfortunately with such a promising present,
your future is not in your hands.

For no greater love than He has shed for you.
For you to rhyme as impeccably as you do.
For you to give back as generously as your pockets allow
and for you to come out of retirement as you have now.

He lives among us and commands great respect,
and if you give your life and live for Him,
trust me, you'll never have to live with regret.

For no better man could be more right for the job,
and I'm sure your knock life is hard.
I'm sure your time is calculated and tight,
but you have but one more time to spend the night.
Spend it avoiding the light.

I know the world is cold and filled with strife.
I know you've tried to beat life,
but when your backs against the wall
and you feel you have nothing left,
His Son is the key to help you cheat death.

With trepidation, hope and fear,
this one time, lend me your ear.
Repeat after me, these life saving words.
For I cannot be sure of them you've heard.

I believe that Jesus died on the cross for me.
And through His death, I am set free.
You ascended into Heaven on day 3,
and you now sit on the right hand of the Almighty.
Walking by faith and not by sight
will lead me to life eternally.
Please accept this as my prayer,
signed Carter, Shawn Corey.

Y
 Z

Feb '08

Pen Pal

Hey friend, long time no see.
How is it, carrying on without me?
The seasons have rolled pass
and the clock has struck repetitiously.
Twiddling your fingers you must be,
waiting on little ole me.

Hey friend, haven't heard from you in awhile.
Haven't picked up the phone to dial.
Haven't seen that sweet smile.
I'm losing the memory of that voice.
Hope its not too long coming till I see that face,
till we can stay out late,
shoot the breeze and discuss our fate.

Hey friend, so glad you stopped by.
Too many days have lingered on.
I was on the verge of tears and about to cry.
So happy you decided to grace me with your thoughts and dreams.
Too long it has seemed.
Lets get back to being true blue bosom buddies roaming free.
Lets get back to writing poetry.

Sweet Melodies

Sweet melodies drift through my heart like symphonies composed by a love who wrote them with the strings of his love that extend to my soul and continue to stretch beyond time and earth connecting deaths to births and creating harmony in the stillness of life to ease the transcending of each breath.

Sweet melodies are made of sugar and spice with a hint of sorrow that is disguised by clear sonnets and haiku's of dangerously entwined passion, lurking desire, waiting to erupt into something that's lasting.

Sweet melodies take me away. 

Make me bi coastal, intercontinental, global with your love. 

My heart is open to accept your song.

Song to me long and low and all day long.

Reflective Sunrise

The prince is sleeping, my mind.. its racing. 
Running on an invisible treadmill, from the fear thats chasing, 
Chasing my dreams, haunting my silent screams, 
turning danger to reality, standing by to laugh at me, 
gripping my voice so effortlessly.


My prince is yawning, turning his head to show me his sleep grins.
Captivating my heart and heating my soul.
Warming a love that endlessly runs deep, 
skips gingerly and walks knowingly.


He shifts for better comfort.
Rests his chin on my collar bone.
While I silently make prayer purposed promises
to never leave him alone.


This post has got me tied down.
Partum it may be but part time it feels me.
Fills me with woe, sorrow and anxiety.
This type of mom I thought I'd never be.
Depression taking over me.


The blinds mask the sunlight.
The future for me wont be as bright, 
if I don't take control and fight,
to keep about me my whit
so they can never say I quit.

Wonderland

The cotton candy like substance floated above.

Up and away, down and out.

It stuck to my clothing, 

became lost on my sleeve.

It touched my fingers, then poof!

It melted like a tease.

So light was the smell when it descended towards me.

Such nobility lies within the Father who created such beauty.

How graceful it seems when it touches earth.

No question concerns me of its prominent birth.

 

 Originating in sky, rain or cloud.

Falling from the heavens with ease.

Sending love and tenderness to all who witness it.

It provides a blanket of shelter for the expectant trees.

So the next appearance you happen by of this glorious, wonderful sight.

Say, "My, my such loveliness is before me.

God has given you a name I'm sure."

You're reply will come forth with a delicate blow.

 "Good evening dear friend,

He calls me Snow!"