RESPECT YOUR BODY!

As I continually meditate on this thing called Love,
And how our world continually abuses Love;
People misconstrue lust for love,
They mistaken infatuation for love,
And even think sex and love,
Go together,

Well, in the midst of this misconception,
In the abundance of such confusion,
I have a word of advice for all the ladies out there,
The single ladies who are quick to go bare,
Just because a man says, I'm attracted to you,
Please don't be deceived, for true love will always wait for you,
So respect your body and keep it for that special one meant just for you,

You think about it,
How can a man say he loves you,
If he cannot wait for you, respect your body,
And love you for you, instead of loving your body,
If he cannot show his commitment,
By "putting a ring on it,"
You take a moment and give it a thought,
But while you're at it, please Respect your body,

He doesn't even know the content of your heart,
Yet he wants you to spread your legs apart,
He is interested in the color of your panties,
And not in the content of your personality,
A man that loves you,
Should love you enough to wait for you,
He should love you enough to take you down the aisle,
Otherwise, he doesn't deserve your body, even for a shortwhile,
So respect your body,

Don't give him what he hasn't paid for,
Keep it for the man that is serious enough to pay for it, before,
You let out the treasure that is your sexuality,
Rather than mess around in vain carnality,
There is a treasure within you,
You don't need a man freely accessing that treasure within you,
Respect your body,
Keep yourself and be your husband's only lady,

Sex is more than just carnal pleasure,
It brings pressure when abused, but when waited for, becomes a treasure,
It is soulful, it binds the spirits of those involved,
"But everyone is doing it", you say,
Well, contrary to popular belief, let me say,
Not everyone is doing it,
You can be among those not doing it,

Think about keeping your body for your "Mr. Right,"
You will different from the rest, be proud in your own right,
You can walk with your head held up high, different from the rest,
A queen of your domain, granting access to only the right king, for the rest,
Of your life, proud of your virginity,
The treasure of your sexuality not given to immorality,

Think about the night of your honey moon,
As you both for the first time unite under the moon,
He is your first, you're his first,
You discover yourselves in yourselves,
Such beauty,
Such purity,
Is the beauty and sanctity of your matrimony;
Even if you have made mistakes in the past,
Let it go, and start from now to respect your body.
Peace.

SLOW DOWN

With all the bustle and hustle of everyday life,
Trying to keep up with the joneses and the rat race,
Arising early everyday, working nine to five,
We often times tend to forget that we are here by grace,
But in the midst of a busy and superfast 21st century,
We need to Slow Down, take the time to say "thank you!"
To the one who has given us the life we live,
Have an attitude of gratitude,

In the midst of a very busy schedule,
And all the many things that we try to juggle,
Trying to cope with the struggle,
Of everyday life,
Let us take the time to Slow Down,
And appreciate the very little things of life,

Like, take the time to drink a glass of water,
Heave a sigh of relief, it will make you feel better,
Take the time to breathe in the air of the summer,
Admire the bright blue skies and feel the warmth of the weather,
Take the time to give the kids a hug and tell them you love them,
Take the time to look your spouse in the eyes, give them a kiss,
A hug, let out a smile in their direction, and tell them you love them,
So Slow Down and appreciate family,

Try to stay in good health, do the best you can and leave the rest,
Always remember that you are blessed,
On this journey of life, know that you are not alone,
Your strength comes from the one who dwells on His throne,
Don't put your life through a distress,
Try to fall back and relief the stress,
You need to be alive and healthy for your generation, please,
Just try and Slow Down, and rejuvenate yourself, please,

Finally, take the time to call a friend,
Tell them you care, and you'll be by them till the end,
People need to know that you care,
And that you're not just interested in your cares,
Get off the computer sometimes, and spend quality time with friends,
I know life gets very busy sometimes, but just try and Slow Down,
And remember, do your best and leave the rest,
It is well.
Peace.

I'M DONE!

Here I am,
A herald of peace,
A messenger of hope,
An agent of hope,
A message in my heart,
A song on my mind,
A poem in my spirit,
A dream in my soul,
And a vision in my eyes,

I'm displeased by what I see,
I'm not satisfied by what we call "free",
Everywhere I turn, I see an abysmal trend,
Everywhere I look, a see a dead-end,
The young, the restless,
The wild, the mindless,
The hurt, the broken,
The despondent, the shaken,
This is what I want to change,
This is what I want to change,

But then I become concerned of what people will say?
Will they love me, will they listen if I try to show them the way?
Should I tell them what they want to hear?
Or what they need to hear?
Should I ignore my conscience and focus on making a big name?
Even at the expense of truth, focusing on fortune and fame?
But then I realize that someday I will give account,
Someday I will have to recount,
To the almighty,

So after all is said and done,
I want to say that I'm done,
I'm done trying to please the masses,
I'm done trying to ignore what the fact is,
I don't really care if the crowd loves me,
I don't care anymore if they audience is pleased with me,
I will speak the truth, even if it hurts,
I will lay out the facts even if it brings discomfort,
Because afeter all is said and done,
I realize that I'm here on earth to represent the one,
The one who was, who is and is to come,
It is in Him that I live, move and have my being,

I'm done trying to to front,
When I know I 'm nothing without God,
I'm done trying to impress the people,
Then after the lights go off, my conscience makes me cripple,
What shall it profit me if I please the people, gain all the attention,
Garner all the fame and fortune, receive all the recognition,
But in the end dsiplease my maker,
I mean after all, I will answer to Him someday, He is my creator,

I just want to spill the message in my heart,
Sing the song on my mind,
Write the poem in my spirit,
Live the dream in my soul,
And reveal the vision in my eyes,
I want to be a helping hand to the helpless man to carry on,
I want to give a shoulder to the hurting woman to cry on.
So I guess what I'm saying is,
I'm done trying to live myself,
It's time to focus on others!

A TRUE FRIEND

One who loves you just the way you are,
One who magnifies your strength,
One who undermines your weaknesses, no matter what they are,
One you can run to when in need, like your breath,
That's a True Friend,

One who tells you the truth even when it hurts,
One who stays by in the toughest of times,
One who is willing to for your sake, take discomfort,
One who sticks by you in the saddest of times,
Now that's a True Friend,

I'm talking about one who wouldn't,
Take advantage of your vulnerability,
I'm speaking of one who wouldn't,
Take advantage of susceptibility,
That's a True Friend,

Don't know if you've ever had such a friend,
One who is willing to sacrifice their lives for you,
A very, very True Friend who stays till the end,
Through your highs and lows, always there for you,
In case you need such a friend,

Let me introduce you to a friend,
Who's been faithful to me even when I was unfaithful,
He gave it all for me, a very true friend,
Understood me when no one else did, was also truthful,

It would be your pleasure to meet this special true friend,
 I assure you that this friend would never let you down,
This friend will show up whenever you call, till the end,
This friend will not just bring you up when you're down,
But this friend will step into the pit with you, and bring you out,
I think we all need a friend like that,
Such a friend is rare in a world like ours,
But that friend does exist,
Okay, I think you get the idea,
Please let me introduce you to JESUS,
He's that friend I've been talking about,
Put your skepticism and criticism to rest,
Open your heart unto Him,
And you will not regret it.
Trust me.

THE LADY IN RED

There we were, at a friend's party, it was a get together,
I was sitting with a childhood friend, he was like a brother,
As we chatted on about life and family living; our kids and wives,
She walked by, The Lady in Red, she caught our eyes,
Her lips in a red watery lipstick were full and sensuous, and so sparkly were her eyes,
She walked sinuously, placing each step after the other with elegance,
But I had a wife and so I turned to my friend, but he seemed to be in a trance,

He was staring at her dumbfounded and speechless,
"Friend," I said, why are your staring at her, speechless,
"Give it a rest man, you've got a wife and kids, " I said,
But he was still staring, this Lady in Red stuck in his head,
Then suddenly and to my surprise,
"I must have her tonight," my friend said, lust all over his eyes,
"But you're married, this is adultery, it is infidelity, and it is wrong!"
I said, seriousness all over my eyes,

I pleaded with him to quit the empty lust that now flooded his heart,
But he wouldn't listen, I thought this would tear him apart,
From his wife-she was even more beautiful and most of all faithful,
But he refused, walking towards the Lady in Red, to commit a sin so dreadful,
I tried pulling him back but he pushed me away,
"It's just a one night stand, my wife won't know about!" he said and waked away,
So they left and committed the act of infidelity,
And fulfilled the desires of carnality,

But today, my friend is seething with guilt and bitterness,
His heart is filled with sadness,
Not because his wife found out, but because the Lady in Red,
Whom he took to a hotel suite and slept with in bed,
Was his wife's friend's daughter whom he never knew,
How can he deal with this feeling, can he be made anew?
My friend is a good man, but he let his desires take hold of him,
Now his marriage is in a mess, his intimacy with his wife is no longer pure and honest, for the guilt in him,
He lives depressed everyday, but all it took was one night stand,
And the seduction of the Lady in Red,

What's your point? You may ask, please stay with me,
The Lady in Red could be anybody,
Your friend's cousin whom you are lusting after,
The girl down the street, two blocks from your house, whom you're chasing after,
The pretty waiter at that restaurant; you go there everyday not to eat, but just to see her,
She could be the girl next door, whom you see every morning on your way to work,
May be its the glow in her eyes, the sweetness in her lips and the way she walks,
But you're a family man, you've got a wife and kids, so is the Lady in Red really worth cheating on your wife?
Think about it,

But while you're at it, remember that your wife was the one to whom you made a vow of fidelity,
She was the one with whom you made a promise of chastity,
Even if things are hard right now, may be she doesn't treat you right anymore,

You could work things out, please don't go running into the filthy arms of the Lady in Red,
Please don't sleep with her, don't even go close to her bed,
Because she is nothing but a strange woman,this is reality,
Her sexuality is infested with immorality and promiscuity,
Her lips may speak sweetness but her soul spills bitterness,
Her shape may look perfect, like the perfect figure eight, but her spirit bears sadness,
Her body is a high way to the grave,
She is an agent of destruction, she would destroy you and take you to a spiritual, soulful or may be a physical grave,
Please stay faithful to the one to whom you are legally bound in holy matrimony,
Drink from your wife's cistern, that should be your only honey.
Peace.

SAVED

As I stood before the judge, the jury and the spectators,
An enemy my accuser,
My case set before the judge,
And the jury deliberating over my suit,
I realized I could make only one plea-guilty,

As I watched the judge looking through my case files,
And listening with rapt attention to the testimonies of the many witnesses,
The jury already certain of their decision,
It dawned on me the one thing possible-a death sentence,

All hopes of mine were lost,
It could take only a miracle to save me,
My life was at the verge of being jettisoned,
Into the flames of condemnation,
Into the fiery furnace of eternal damnation,

Then fell I to the ground in hopelessness,
Weeping and wailing for help,
My situation worsened by the judge's indifference,
My ordeal complicated by the jury's firmness,
Salvation was distant from me,

Then suddenly, with the judge lifting the gavel,
Ready to strike the seal to a death sentence,
My accuser almost leaping for joy,
With a moment of silence running across the crowd,
A voice came from behind,

It was a voice of hope,
An utterance of salvation,
And a proclamation of liberation,
It was my savior speaking,
"I'll take his place my lord at the cost of my blood,"
Were His words,

Just then I knew it was over,
He brought me acquittal,
Took my pains away,
Bore my burdens,
And drowned my sorrows,
He silenced the accuser,
Restored my hope and gave me back my life,

Then out of the courts,
I ran, leaping for joy and shouting for jubilation,
With the intention of returning no more to sin,
I was saved by His blood,
Acquitted by His mercy,
And discharged by His grace,
Glory hallelujah my savior, JESUS saved me!

HOW ART THE MIGHTY FALLEN! II

A worthy cause they led,
A laudable purpose lived for,
A praise-worthy crusade spearheaded,
And a historical assignment, they with mastery and perfection executed,
But How Art the Mighty Fallen!
And the lead taken from the leaders!

They were the source of our pride;
The reason we boasted before our enemies,
The strength behind our fortress,
And the pillars of our safety and defense,
But How Art the Mighty Fallen!
And our glory be turned to groaning!

But filled with pride they forgot their purpose,
Being puffed up in arrogance, their diligence and alertness waned,
And their manhood dwindled,
With detractors they began feasting and their dignity to the dogs were cast,
From the cisterns of strange women they began drinking,
The treasures of bunches of promiscuity, they explored,
And their own wives despised,
Like a termite-infested tree they stood,
With their internal structure grossly ruptured and disfigured,
Oh How Art the Mighty Fallen!
And great men reduced to the floor of mediocrity!

Then in a false sense of courage,
And a mirage of bravery,
They launched their worthless selves into battle again,
They set out for a deadly combat,
Then like a helpless chick in the claws of a kite,
They were seized and taken captive in the lands where they once ruled,
So conquered, they became,
Dejected they felt,
Depressed they turned out,
To be forever locked up in the dungeons of oblivion,
Oh How Art the Mighty Fallen!
And the captors turned captive!