Eye of Joy

Searching for safety  A victim of my own choices  I’d claim ignorance but it would be a lie I’m wise  So wise ; I can see my demise before it comes  Yet I still go Reminds me of the first time where I heard Gods voice  Clear as day  I chose to keep walking.  I walked into a curse  And still,  I haven't quite learned my lesson  So there’s no need to feel bad  Although maybe that’s what I want  Pity  Sympathy  Empathy  I suppose they are all different but neither changes what’s been done  I shame myself in isolation  Knowing no one could do better at it then me  The enemy whispers the worse things in my ear  I’ve learned to rebuke him, but when it comes to me… I don’t rebuke her because  Somebody has to say it  You’re a fool A wise one Yet still one Wisdom doesn’t equate to no mistakes  Although I think it’s supposed to… Led by my flesh after all this time  Forcing my myself ...

  "It is good to be seen and not viewed" as the old heads would say. It seems something has shifted. Are we not operating in a society where views are more relevant than being physically seen?  When the old heads made that statement they were referring to life. Acknowledging the goodness in being seen with the breath that God blew into our bodies upon arrival  Rather than only being viewed after our spirit has left and what remains is a lifeless tent  once a host ; now set to return to dust  So I’m curious With views being more relevant than acknowledgment in the present … Are we dead? Spiritless ?  No longer able to sit in the goodness of life?  Is it now better to be viewed than it is to be seen?

                                                                                                 Man definition: ''a human being of either sex; a person'' I like Pretty Women whose hearts proceed their skin Whose faces I can see God in Whose outside beauty compliments the wave length they exist on  Without trying  I like men with direction  Thoughts that reflect action  Action that is followed by impact  Impact worth more than the diamonds Leading to change that is priceless  One who understands his blueprint  And doesn’t weaponize his makeup  Instead yields to what is opposite  Understanding what is opposite does not imply opposition 

    You made her an only child … Gave her a father who’d eventually become a runaway  And a mother with the heart of gold and the yearning for the wilderness; naive yet intelligent  She ran and you softened her heart to forgive  Heart open and yearning for the mother daughter relationship that she always wanted This would be the moment!  She began to chase after her mother, taking the blanket of defense off attempting to replace it with the courage to try  Only for her mother to flee Terrified of what the future holds if balances remain unchecked  Searching her mind to remember the essence of her bearer  Realizing much of what she’s experienced has always been a part of her story  Questioning why  And defaulting to the “there’s a reason for everything” mindset  Her subconscious echoes in the background  “I already feel so alone” “You made me do this alone” “You’re keeping alone” ….”I don’t understand this” Running toward t...