As the year begins to come to an end and we rise to face yet another, I am yet amazed at the lessons learned. I share with each of you The 11th Doctrine that I take with me into 2009. I hope you too can use this as a guide to live by, grow by, and learn by as we enter this journey together. Please feel free to share, challenge, or add to any of these. Happy New Year!
The 11th Doctrine
1st.The more you know the more you grow.
2nd. If you believe you can achieve anything.
3rd. Perception is not reality.
4th. Friends are seasonal.
5th. We are what we want to become.
6th. Change is a choice.
7th. Choose your attitude.
8th. Never leave room for doubt.
9th. Always lean on your family.
10th. Love exceeds all things.
11th. God is always in control.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
HOME
I wonder where this life will become.
As I live each day anticipating another.
Taking for granting the moments of today.
The mistakes of the yesterday.
And the next second of time that will present a choice.
To be.
To become.
To live like no other.
Challenge beyond measure.
As I understand my call to action.
Limitations no longer exist.
The shackles released like doves in the sky.
Pursuits are birth.
Interventions near.
I am home.
As I live each day anticipating another.
Taking for granting the moments of today.
The mistakes of the yesterday.
And the next second of time that will present a choice.
To be.
To become.
To live like no other.
Challenge beyond measure.
As I understand my call to action.
Limitations no longer exist.
The shackles released like doves in the sky.
Pursuits are birth.
Interventions near.
I am home.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
BEHOLDEN
The warm embrace of love fills my mood.
Laughs.
Side conversations.
And tears of how we all connect as beings warm the heart and allow the soul to glisten with rays of light.
Joy presides in the atmosphere as we rekindle spirits.
Aged moments of time permeate through words.
I inhale the observation.
Accepting the present.
Reliving past events.
Family.
Sweets.
Stomach aches.
Pastries baked with childhood goodies.
Remind us how beautiful life is in golden years.
Kinships joined.
Fellowships remembered.
Strangers but friends dine in gratitude.
Yet the heart tells our story.
The feeling.
The emotion.
Happiness profound.
Thrilling.
Beholden.
Laughs.
Side conversations.
And tears of how we all connect as beings warm the heart and allow the soul to glisten with rays of light.
Joy presides in the atmosphere as we rekindle spirits.
Aged moments of time permeate through words.
I inhale the observation.
Accepting the present.
Reliving past events.
Family.
Sweets.
Stomach aches.
Pastries baked with childhood goodies.
Remind us how beautiful life is in golden years.
Kinships joined.
Fellowships remembered.
Strangers but friends dine in gratitude.
Yet the heart tells our story.
The feeling.
The emotion.
Happiness profound.
Thrilling.
Beholden.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Nameless
Cogent is the mind.
Wars.
Conflicts.
Bloody battles invade my territory.
Muddy images clog thoughts with a pristine concept of life.
A question existing.
Disparaging.
Muddled.
Mystified.
A stranger in time lost in the wild.
Stop pause and wait humbly for verve pursuits.
Configuring a timely withdrawal to unearth chimera.
Patience is a virtue.
Wars.
Conflicts.
Bloody battles invade my territory.
Muddy images clog thoughts with a pristine concept of life.
A question existing.
Disparaging.
Muddled.
Mystified.
A stranger in time lost in the wild.
Stop pause and wait humbly for verve pursuits.
Configuring a timely withdrawal to unearth chimera.
Patience is a virtue.
Friday, November 14, 2008
This Time
It is in the remittance of this moment that I subsist.
As I attempt to stray away from the uneasiness preoccupying the brain a warm sensation overcomes me.
An innovative gist of being.
A fond awakening which draws a smile upon the face initializes change.
As a child I dreamt.
As an adult I continue to reverie.
And as time passes before me I recollect my exploration of life.
The measures of the day gleam new historical beliefs of possibility.
Reaching for the stars never appeared so secure.
Living the dream is not a preference.
And thoughts replenish the brain with stimulating sentiments;
You can be what you want to be.
Anything is possible if you believe.
Friends give way to what once was and celebrate this time.
The mood exciting.
The atmosphere letting go of the pain and embracing now.
Family tells stories of the day to younger generations.
What a feeling of hope.
Pride.
Happiness illuminates the heart, which permeates the soul with glee.
This is and was the moment that will reside with me now and tomorrow.
And even more as a child dreaming.
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
As I attempt to stray away from the uneasiness preoccupying the brain a warm sensation overcomes me.
An innovative gist of being.
A fond awakening which draws a smile upon the face initializes change.
As a child I dreamt.
As an adult I continue to reverie.
And as time passes before me I recollect my exploration of life.
The measures of the day gleam new historical beliefs of possibility.
Reaching for the stars never appeared so secure.
Living the dream is not a preference.
And thoughts replenish the brain with stimulating sentiments;
You can be what you want to be.
Anything is possible if you believe.
Friends give way to what once was and celebrate this time.
The mood exciting.
The atmosphere letting go of the pain and embracing now.
Family tells stories of the day to younger generations.
What a feeling of hope.
Pride.
Happiness illuminates the heart, which permeates the soul with glee.
This is and was the moment that will reside with me now and tomorrow.
And even more as a child dreaming.
Twinkle, twinkle little star.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
A Memoir
Today we remember our past.
Reminiscing on all the times we shared –some bad.
But for the most part – good!
Refreshing. Stirring. Thrilling. Delighting.
We collectively as one unit exist because of those before us beginning a dream.
And look what it turned out to become.
A family.
And I am honored to be apart of one.
As a worker proud of a day’s work.
Or a mother seeing her child for the very first time.
Similar to a student earning all A’s for the semester.
Equal to the rising of the sun as it gazes over the earth time and time again.
We are all here by choice.
Though unexpected.
Time will reveal the spirit of our being,
Predestined to fulfill the acts of our ancestors.
To live happily. Freely. Abundantly. And with more.
Never unyielding the blueprint of life.
We are all part of a bigger picture.
Worth more than a thousand words.
Worth more than silver or gold.
Worth more than all the richest of the world.
Building upon and continuously pursuing onward.
As we redefine the links circling the bonds which hold us together.
We exist.
Reminiscing on all the times we shared –some bad.
But for the most part – good!
Refreshing. Stirring. Thrilling. Delighting.
We collectively as one unit exist because of those before us beginning a dream.
And look what it turned out to become.
A family.
And I am honored to be apart of one.
As a worker proud of a day’s work.
Or a mother seeing her child for the very first time.
Similar to a student earning all A’s for the semester.
Equal to the rising of the sun as it gazes over the earth time and time again.
We are all here by choice.
Though unexpected.
Time will reveal the spirit of our being,
Predestined to fulfill the acts of our ancestors.
To live happily. Freely. Abundantly. And with more.
Never unyielding the blueprint of life.
We are all part of a bigger picture.
Worth more than a thousand words.
Worth more than silver or gold.
Worth more than all the richest of the world.
Building upon and continuously pursuing onward.
As we redefine the links circling the bonds which hold us together.
We exist.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Discovery
Today, I write humbly to avail the inner thoughts weighing on me.
As I release my compassion for others.
I thirst for the same devotion, extol, and rumination.
It is in this moment of reflection that I am exhausted due to my over commitment to something beyond me.
Beyond you.
Though I struggle with this very thought.
It is that I am…. acknowledging….
It is that I am…..
It is that I am acknowledging my own deception.
My own defeat.
But I feel as though I must prove you wrong. There has got to be some solution to all this lunacy. To all this that I am struggling with.
Where is my balance?
As I solve this equation.
As I complete my puzzle.
As I come to this the end of my travels.
My map has concluded.
My treasure unfound.
My discovery begins once again.
As I release my compassion for others.
I thirst for the same devotion, extol, and rumination.
It is in this moment of reflection that I am exhausted due to my over commitment to something beyond me.
Beyond you.
Though I struggle with this very thought.
It is that I am…. acknowledging….
It is that I am…..
It is that I am acknowledging my own deception.
My own defeat.
But I feel as though I must prove you wrong. There has got to be some solution to all this lunacy. To all this that I am struggling with.
Where is my balance?
As I solve this equation.
As I complete my puzzle.
As I come to this the end of my travels.
My map has concluded.
My treasure unfound.
My discovery begins once again.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Childhood Thoughts
I begin this post in a melancholy state.
Searching the seven seas for some peace of mind.
I wonder. I ponder. I meander.
Into periods of time where life was just fine.
Living was easy. Young and naïve.
Happiness could be found at the end of each rainbow.
Streetlights were avoided as the sunsets reminded us of a day’s journey.
Learning. Growing. Changing was inevitable.
We dreamed of the future. So distant.
We imagined love. And how it may look. Or how it may grow.
Did it smell sweet? As it blossoms right before our very eyes.
Life was good, as we knew it. Time stood still.
Yet we took it for granted, as days appeared endless.
Oblivious to what our future would hold and how each day dramatically changed our course.
It’s scary how things change.
How dreams become realities.
And how the person we have become is not an articulated mirror image.
Today I realized life in its fullness.
The dreams of yesterday are still the dreams of tomorrow.
Dreaming is Believing. Becoming. And holding true to those things that make life happy.
Just as they did in our youth.
The future still so distant.
I continue to dream like when I was a child. Young and naïve.
And hopeful to the idea, what shall be will BE.
Searching the seven seas for some peace of mind.
I wonder. I ponder. I meander.
Into periods of time where life was just fine.
Living was easy. Young and naïve.
Happiness could be found at the end of each rainbow.
Streetlights were avoided as the sunsets reminded us of a day’s journey.
Learning. Growing. Changing was inevitable.
We dreamed of the future. So distant.
We imagined love. And how it may look. Or how it may grow.
Did it smell sweet? As it blossoms right before our very eyes.
Life was good, as we knew it. Time stood still.
Yet we took it for granted, as days appeared endless.
Oblivious to what our future would hold and how each day dramatically changed our course.
It’s scary how things change.
How dreams become realities.
And how the person we have become is not an articulated mirror image.
Today I realized life in its fullness.
The dreams of yesterday are still the dreams of tomorrow.
Dreaming is Believing. Becoming. And holding true to those things that make life happy.
Just as they did in our youth.
The future still so distant.
I continue to dream like when I was a child. Young and naïve.
And hopeful to the idea, what shall be will BE.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
iBelieve
I received a note today.
It wasn’t expected but indeed a random act of kindness.
Solicitous, rousing, and sympathetic in release.
Its timing was indispensable.
As I read.
Charily.
Line by Line.
Word for word across the page.
Till the very end.
Renewed by the content.
I find joy in what has emerged.
The pursuit of happiness.
Success.
Love.
And the desire to dare the unattainable.
As life continues to flourish right before our eyes.
We only hope for the best.
We only dream of tomorrow.
But what we hold dear mirrors a puzzle yet to be completed.
A lesson unlearned.
Strangers naïve to their predestined amity.
Which leads to discovery?
iBelieve.
It wasn’t expected but indeed a random act of kindness.
Solicitous, rousing, and sympathetic in release.
Its timing was indispensable.
As I read.
Charily.
Line by Line.
Word for word across the page.
Till the very end.
Renewed by the content.
I find joy in what has emerged.
The pursuit of happiness.
Success.
Love.
And the desire to dare the unattainable.
As life continues to flourish right before our eyes.
We only hope for the best.
We only dream of tomorrow.
But what we hold dear mirrors a puzzle yet to be completed.
A lesson unlearned.
Strangers naïve to their predestined amity.
Which leads to discovery?
iBelieve.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Simply Put
As usual I am full of passion.
Trying to make sense of everything is quite a convoluted task.
I muse whether it is even worthwhile.
Who knows.
One day maybe it will all make sense.
My life.
My purpose.
My calling is mind-boggling.
I cogitate if I’m going through the motions or carrying out my duty and responsibility (breathe in, exhale) which is to love.
Though broad in array and unspecific in detail, it fabricates an interesting reflecting of my identity.
Simply put, Love is me.
Trying to make sense of everything is quite a convoluted task.
I muse whether it is even worthwhile.
Who knows.
One day maybe it will all make sense.
My life.
My purpose.
My calling is mind-boggling.
I cogitate if I’m going through the motions or carrying out my duty and responsibility (breathe in, exhale) which is to love.
Though broad in array and unspecific in detail, it fabricates an interesting reflecting of my identity.
Simply put, Love is me.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Here I Stand
Yesterday I celebrated yet another birthday.
I woke up feeling bad, depressed, and lonely but as the day evolved my mood shifted and I was doing aiight.
It is interesting how moods can change easily but people do, too.
Life is hard.
This statement is true but limited.
I choose to believe we all have choices.
And sometimes we find ourselves in a mess or floored with joy.
With this in mind, it is I who constructs a canvas exhibiting my sequence.
I am a light.
Exemplifying hurt and pain but radiant with passion –truth.
My bad day is my good day.
Sickness surrenders to wellness.
Hate shadows love.
Yesterday turns into today.
Mistakes are gems.
You can’t rush perfection.
So be.
Happy.
Love more.
Give.
Smile.
Practice patience.
Help your neighbor.
Live in the moments.
Express Honesty.
Breathe.
Do the impossible.
BECOME.
I say all this because life can be short.
We never know where life will take us.
But what we can do is make the most of what we have and that is life.
I look forward to my next birthday.
I choose to believe I will wake up more superior than when I woke up yesterday.
I woke up feeling bad, depressed, and lonely but as the day evolved my mood shifted and I was doing aiight.
It is interesting how moods can change easily but people do, too.
Life is hard.
This statement is true but limited.
I choose to believe we all have choices.
And sometimes we find ourselves in a mess or floored with joy.
With this in mind, it is I who constructs a canvas exhibiting my sequence.
I am a light.
Exemplifying hurt and pain but radiant with passion –truth.
My bad day is my good day.
Sickness surrenders to wellness.
Hate shadows love.
Yesterday turns into today.
Mistakes are gems.
You can’t rush perfection.
So be.
Happy.
Love more.
Give.
Smile.
Practice patience.
Help your neighbor.
Live in the moments.
Express Honesty.
Breathe.
Do the impossible.
BECOME.
I say all this because life can be short.
We never know where life will take us.
But what we can do is make the most of what we have and that is life.
I look forward to my next birthday.
I choose to believe I will wake up more superior than when I woke up yesterday.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
An Investment
I have endowed my interest in the lives of lost souls,
Or a drought of cleanliness on my part.
Wavering away the shackles placed upon my heart.
To love you.
A friend indeed of merits.
Deliberate in my endeavor to consult your affirmation.
But can it be seen?
Do you notice me?
Pronounce me dead.
For this hurt I cannot bare.
Force me into exile.
So my worth is not in vain.
Loyalty is what I ask.
But not yielded in the fruits that I sow.
The reaping of my decisions has become known.
Caught up in an emotion and acting upon it with clear intentions.
Deceit hunts the soul.
As I imitate my own delusion.
Truth is. I am hurting.
Shadowed in smiles.
A plea.
A cry.
Listen.
I hold on further.
Bestowed by faith.
Carrying out the battle to exist in your world,
As I covet to hear from me today, tomorrow, and yesterday.
Optimism abides within.
Or a drought of cleanliness on my part.
Wavering away the shackles placed upon my heart.
To love you.
A friend indeed of merits.
Deliberate in my endeavor to consult your affirmation.
But can it be seen?
Do you notice me?
Pronounce me dead.
For this hurt I cannot bare.
Force me into exile.
So my worth is not in vain.
Loyalty is what I ask.
But not yielded in the fruits that I sow.
The reaping of my decisions has become known.
Caught up in an emotion and acting upon it with clear intentions.
Deceit hunts the soul.
As I imitate my own delusion.
Truth is. I am hurting.
Shadowed in smiles.
A plea.
A cry.
Listen.
I hold on further.
Bestowed by faith.
Carrying out the battle to exist in your world,
As I covet to hear from me today, tomorrow, and yesterday.
Optimism abides within.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Voices in my head
The season ends and the air we once grew accustomed is Fresher, Aged -refined.
I inhale only to realize a glimpse of me.
Not wanting to acknowledge the hurt, the pain, the guilt, the disgust.
I move on.
Life happens.
Does it not?
I write polished.
I write optimistic.
I write emotional.
I write stronger.
A new one begins.
Wow!
Where did all the time transcend?
Did I live in the moment?
Anonymous.
Dimmed by the unknown.
How does one remain content and focused without losing eye to the very thing that is important to their existence?
When will I know?
Or do you just know?
Carrying all my baggage.
Reality is now.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
A Movement
You ask much of me,
Though I am hunted by the lack of,
An allusion shattered by hope.
Survivor of my past, my now, my existing,
Better than before.
A precursor to tenacity, perseveration, illuminating by touch.
I was born to be about reformation,
Congregations form at the sound of my voice,
Alarmed by their conscious woo of a stranger.
Unconscious and unaware,
Immune to their current state,
My being is through them.
Surround yourself with truth,
Stand alone and need not me to be your guide,
Rather a collective surrogate of one.
A movement is what I am,
Involved, Engaged, Activistism is what you see,
Authentic by actions. Realism at best.
Do comment or make notions,
Your perception is not my veracity,
Naked by virtue and unashamed.
Beat me. Corrupt me. Hang me.
I surpass your inhibition,
Because I live progressively.
A movement is what I am.
Though I am hunted by the lack of,
An allusion shattered by hope.
Survivor of my past, my now, my existing,
Better than before.
A precursor to tenacity, perseveration, illuminating by touch.
I was born to be about reformation,
Congregations form at the sound of my voice,
Alarmed by their conscious woo of a stranger.
Unconscious and unaware,
Immune to their current state,
My being is through them.
Surround yourself with truth,
Stand alone and need not me to be your guide,
Rather a collective surrogate of one.
A movement is what I am,
Involved, Engaged, Activistism is what you see,
Authentic by actions. Realism at best.
Do comment or make notions,
Your perception is not my veracity,
Naked by virtue and unashamed.
Beat me. Corrupt me. Hang me.
I surpass your inhibition,
Because I live progressively.
A movement is what I am.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Atonement
As I move from my left to my right,
Hurt and pain dwells within,
Pulsating my desire, my silent plea,
For love.
A hug,
A kiss,
A call,
A touch,
Is needed now.
As they signify your existence,
In my world, thoughts, and breathe,
My air,
My hope is in you,
I exist!
And though I am alone,
You are close,
Near,
I sense you,
Whispering sweet sentiments,
Your smell is apparent,
I exhale and hold on.
Remembering our past,
Futuristically unknown,
Foggy and unpredictable,
I am bitter.
Unfresh, spoiled, and stale,
Leftovers from yesterday,
I have been forgotten,
Feeling blue,
I am no longer self.
As I await,
Your arrival is pertinent,
To your succession,
Happiness is through me,
I am you!
Hurt and pain dwells within,
Pulsating my desire, my silent plea,
For love.
A hug,
A kiss,
A call,
A touch,
Is needed now.
As they signify your existence,
In my world, thoughts, and breathe,
My air,
My hope is in you,
I exist!
And though I am alone,
You are close,
Near,
I sense you,
Whispering sweet sentiments,
Your smell is apparent,
I exhale and hold on.
Remembering our past,
Futuristically unknown,
Foggy and unpredictable,
I am bitter.
Unfresh, spoiled, and stale,
Leftovers from yesterday,
I have been forgotten,
Feeling blue,
I am no longer self.
As I await,
Your arrival is pertinent,
To your succession,
Happiness is through me,
I am you!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Baffled!!
Baffled!
As a result of my writing drought,
It had been a minute and it’s not my first,
Seen this moment before.
Befuddled, because I losed a piece of me.
Confusedly figuring out my way,
Only to better today!
I dodge the better sense of me,
Upset, Because I am afraid of my result,
My growth ignored.
Failing to innovate.
Struggle is needed.
What is my plan?
Though this constant sequence of reoccurrences maintained.
I am removed.
Removing myself away from reality and focused on a fantasy.
An allusion. A fake. A phoney.
An actor with no role.
I suggest erect a purpose, a goal, an objective,
Which configures a premeditated plan of outcome.
I question me?
And how inquisitively I want to change, evolve or recreate.
Riddance of this stagnant iniquity
And become, progressive!
As a result of my writing drought,
It had been a minute and it’s not my first,
Seen this moment before.
Befuddled, because I losed a piece of me.
Confusedly figuring out my way,
Only to better today!
I dodge the better sense of me,
Upset, Because I am afraid of my result,
My growth ignored.
Failing to innovate.
Struggle is needed.
What is my plan?
Though this constant sequence of reoccurrences maintained.
I am removed.
Removing myself away from reality and focused on a fantasy.
An allusion. A fake. A phoney.
An actor with no role.
I suggest erect a purpose, a goal, an objective,
Which configures a premeditated plan of outcome.
I question me?
And how inquisitively I want to change, evolve or recreate.
Riddance of this stagnant iniquity
And become, progressive!
Monday, January 07, 2008
I AM FULL
I AM FULL.
I am full right now!
Full off of life,
Full off of God, and
Full off of blessings.
In my last writing, I talked about needing a moment. Well it has surpassed and I have arrived. Who knows whether or not if it shall return, but who cares, I am grabbing this – what I have right now and running with it. I am thankful to be here in my life and I could not have asked for the lessons I have learned from my past. Memorizes are imperative in this recollection as they aid me in the transformation to be BETTER, GREATER, STRONGER, and WISER. I AM AS I AM because of them.
I am appreciative to those who has aided in this process. I only hope and pray that I can stay where I am and not fall. But I am not dwelling on becoming dethroned because in my eyes this reign shall and will forever last. I am a KING. Noble, wise, confident, and READY. God send me and WHOM SHALL I FEAR? NO ONE BUT ME.
Get FREE YALL and ENJOY this life that we have. There is so much to be thankful for and I AM EMBRACING MINE. RIGHT NOW. I am living and this is the best TIME.
I AM FULL.
I am full right now!
Full off of life,
Full off of God, and
Full off of blessings.
In my last writing, I talked about needing a moment. Well it has surpassed and I have arrived. Who knows whether or not if it shall return, but who cares, I am grabbing this – what I have right now and running with it. I am thankful to be here in my life and I could not have asked for the lessons I have learned from my past. Memorizes are imperative in this recollection as they aid me in the transformation to be BETTER, GREATER, STRONGER, and WISER. I AM AS I AM because of them.
I am appreciative to those who has aided in this process. I only hope and pray that I can stay where I am and not fall. But I am not dwelling on becoming dethroned because in my eyes this reign shall and will forever last. I am a KING. Noble, wise, confident, and READY. God send me and WHOM SHALL I FEAR? NO ONE BUT ME.
Get FREE YALL and ENJOY this life that we have. There is so much to be thankful for and I AM EMBRACING MINE. RIGHT NOW. I am living and this is the best TIME.
I AM FULL.
Friday, January 04, 2008
I need a moment
It has been an extremely long time since I had the opportunity to sit down, think, and reflect. Once we lose these opportunities apart of us dies and we can no longer recapture those brief and meaningful moments to catch up and see where we are and what we need to do to make ourselves better.
This previous semester has been long and stressful. I cannot say much about my growth but what I can do from here is learn for my past mistakes and use them as a piece to complete my puzzle. Life is hard. No one ever said it would be easy. We, as a people, all go through the same struggles and setbacks. I am so glad to have these moments of adversity but its getting through them which makes us stronger, better, and wiser. It takes a true and genuine person to stand up during this time to admit to self and others – hey I am weak right now and I going through some things. I need a moment. A moment to REFLECT and get myself back on top!
So, for the break I am using this time to tell everyone – I am going through some things and I need this time to REFLECT. Get back at me later!
This previous semester has been long and stressful. I cannot say much about my growth but what I can do from here is learn for my past mistakes and use them as a piece to complete my puzzle. Life is hard. No one ever said it would be easy. We, as a people, all go through the same struggles and setbacks. I am so glad to have these moments of adversity but its getting through them which makes us stronger, better, and wiser. It takes a true and genuine person to stand up during this time to admit to self and others – hey I am weak right now and I going through some things. I need a moment. A moment to REFLECT and get myself back on top!
So, for the break I am using this time to tell everyone – I am going through some things and I need this time to REFLECT. Get back at me later!
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