WHO IS THIS JESUS?

While some argue over his birth,
Others debate over his death,
Was He really born?
Is He really the one?
Was His resurrection real?
Was His redemptive power surreal?
Or was He just a mere fabrication,
Concocted for deception?
Who really is this Jesus?

Is He black, hispanic, white?
Is He really the only way, the light?
How about the others,
Who did many wonders,
Why don't they matter,
Why does it have to be Jesus, they wonder,
Questions, questions, questions,
Skeptics, skeptics, skeptics,
Critics, critics, critics,

But surprisingly, while they pose,
The philosphical reasonings,
For the many questions they pose,
While they pull out the empirical data,
Scientifically, logically and often times fallaciously and narrow-mindedly,
While they present erroneous grounds for historical comparisons,
Citing similarities and undermining a genuine reality,
They fail to ask the most important question:
If this Jesus is all the bible say He is,
If He is the only way,
If He is coming back again for His own,
If Heaven and Hell are real places,
What does this mean to me?
Who is this Jesus?
Not to the world, but to me?

MOVIES' POEM

I was Coming to America when I saw Madea Goes to Jail. When I got to the airport, I met a girl who told me we could be Friends with Benefits, but when I told her I wasn't interested, she told me to shut up and Think like a Man. Upset and irritated, but determined and poised, I decided I will not Just Go With it. So, I picked up my phone and called The Driver of my Uncle's car; he answered and told me he was enjoying Talladega Nights and was kind of on a Hitch with The Girl Next Door. Despicable Me, I had lost my wallet and was now Stranded in The Town which I knew nothing about. But Lucky Me, I had my friend's Avatar with his name, address and number on my card. Mike was his name. When I called Mike, he told me he was playing The Hunger Games and that The Transporter was coming to pick me. He told me not to worry because The Transporter was coming with the Expendables who just defeated the A-team in a battle over the Edge of Darkness. Confused by Mike's story cause I didn't know what he was talking about, I decided I Can Do Bad All By Myself. After all, The Family that Preys was Mike's next door neighbors. Besides, Mike once told me about being Haunted by Angels and Demons with The Da Vinci Code. I was of the opinion that Mike sees an Exorcist 'cause he seemed sick.
But no one ever listens to me, they said I reminded them of Diary of a Wimpy Kid. So, I picked up The NoteBook and wrote Mike a Message in the Bottle. That was the last time I heard from Mike before he joined the Transformers who were on a mission with the Bourne Notice and a Bourne Ultimatum on Jason Bourne, Mike's old friend.
When I left the airport, I decided to go on a Walk to Remember, as I walked miles to a nearby restaurant which served American Pie. At the restaurant, I met The Lady in Red who told me there was a Rage in Harlem and that Harlem Nights were no longer peaceful. She told me she was The Lucky One who made it alive. Right now, she was Home Alone: Lost in New York, trying to make a buck.
TO BE CONTINUED

THE THRONE TO WATCH

A throne not built with hands,
A throne not built by man,
A throne so unhuman,
Divine and heavenly,
Heavenly and divine,
Such is The Throne to Watch,

Not a throne of fast monies,
Nor a throne of real phonies,
Not a throne of carnality,
Nor a throne of mortality,
But a throne of spirituality,
Such is The Throne to Watch,

Rags of clothes,
Papers of money,
Trash of beauties,
Insipid of fine wine,
Worthless of gold,
All insignificant before this Throne,

Hidden from the eyes of this world,
Unknown to the sons of men,
Masked from the high and mighty,
Concealed from the wealthiest of dust,
Revealed to the humbliest of earth,
Such is the this throne, The Throne to Watch.