Monday, December 29, 2008

"I know where you're going and that's the hardest part, no matter where tonight ends, you won't escape your broken heart... Do I see God in all of this? Maybe all along... It's just that we're so small and simply not as strong. He's strong like wings of silver and feathers made of gold, to carry heavy hearts, to cover all our helpless souls... - Gold and Silver, Stavesacre

I dream of the day where I can find rest outside of solitude, safety outside of solitude, in the presence of Jesus, where I can say, "Safe has never felt more real."

...of a day where I no longer do what I can to survive.

Until then, I'll remain
On this rough terrain,
Treading...

I dream of the day
When I can fly with wings,
Unfettered...
Beautiful.

Take my heart and form it...
Take my mind, transform it...
Take my will, conform it... to Yours, to Yours, Oh Lord...

Take my wings, and spread them.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Hoe. Slut. Skeeze...

Ever been called a Jezebel? Straight seducin' elusive concept of purity of mind, heart and body so fine guys want to wine you and dine you and grind and you fine too subliminal thinking and reaching for. Pause. Nothing. When you lay it all on the same platter, it's nothing and you're scattered. Piece by piece when to him, him and her, every petal of your rose, you're nothing but a stem. Where will you find flattery when you're tattered, battered and broken, no shelter, no home and nothing to call love and... wait, what it love?

-Fer

Read on...

Jezebel wasn't born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she probably had less than any one of us. When she knew how to walk, she knew how to bring the house down, can't blame her for her beauty, she wins with her hands down.

I met her at the airport, she said, hey, what's up, ain't you the cat they call Breeveazy? Yup. Seen you at this church on 75th and even though you gospel I like how you spit, plus you're cute but what can I do cause I like doing the things grown folks do and you be on the abstinence and that's cool but would you be on it if it were just us two? My mouth dropped open, that nervous laugh, nah I'm real with it, I think I'll pass. I'm lookin' at her like man she cold, 5 9 thick 21 years old. Nahh, I said stop it, breathe, right then God sent a prophecy, He said, I'm tryin' call her to ministry, I need you to teach her how to listen to me. She ain't just another rat trying to get to the cheese, it's just she's blinded by intimate needs many men done watched her life unfold and you don't wanna be one of the ones that stole. So I'm like, whats your deal, I can't leave because you don't look well, you're in a lot of pain and i can tell, whats your name? She said, Jezebel.

I looked in her eyes and they filled with tears, over pouring from her heart, ill with fear she said, I want to know God, I feel him here but its like these churches just buildings here. You ain't the first preacher man that I approached but you was the first one that told me no but you don't know how that makes me feel though that even God know I'm nothing more than a hoe. I said no them cats is fools and God is not in sex casual, every day somebody tell you that you beautiful but don't nobody ever tell you that you're valuable. She said, that's some bull, ain't nobody ever gon' want me when they find out who Jez really is, I never wanted to get in this line of work, all I ever really wanted was to be in showbiz, I don' done too much, been too much, to put it in your words, I done sinned too much, don't even ask how many men, too much, adult films, I been in too much, matter of fact I'm on the way to Cali right now to shoot another video, I gotta fly now so if i could change I would of done it by now, the internet is calling me, bye now.

She tried to leave, quick I grabbed her arm, she lookin' at me like you are way out of line I'm just trying to get to my plane on time- I said, miss your flight and I'll miss mine. She looked at me crying, you don't know how much I got on the line, I looked at that girl and said, man, you don't know how much you got on the line, you don't know how much your mama been cryin', listen to how much your body been dying, of course you fine, but look at yourself through Jesus eyes and please tell me girl what else you fine. You don't know only you can change you and when you decide to do, you're brand new. Jesus will tell you what to change to, pray for that and he'll give you the strength too. She zoned out on me by the look in her eyes I could tell she was hearing God for the first time, neither one of us got to the plane on time, in the middle of the airport praying and crying and 4 years later, that same young lady is ministering to people around the world and God is looking down smiling and looking proud just like He should saying that's my girl.

Breeveazie lyrics to Jezebel.
Go hear the song. (you can hear it on myspace)

Monday, August 4, 2008

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Yellow.

Imagine, dancing on a yellow cloud, over rainbow of yellow symphony. Vibrant, breathtaking. Rainbow for God's promise to me that the indigo rain has moved on, over now. Cool breeze blowing over and around me, lifts me higher into the sky. With my eyes wide I turn to face giant yellow-gold ball of light and gently close them. The yellow-gold shines through, sunlight in my eyes. When the wind returns me to earth, it lands me in a meadow full of yellow flowers. And a yellow-gold piano sits on a bed of petunias, beckoning, playing softly, magically, mesmerizing, calling. My contemporary dance on wild flowers. Grand finale of shooting stars.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Indigo.

Dark, comatose smile wrapping around forever, inert even in the chaos that ensues life, Indigo. Lifeless, like the brown-blue bruises trailing down the center of my back, the contusions are elabote, lies wrapped cautiously around the truth. Not moving, like the scarlet lettering winding around my body, clothed in scarlet covering redder than vermillion. Red to maintain my sanity, red of blood atonement and sacrifice, passion and anger.

Azure-gray skies suck the life from the depth of me. Asphyxiated as in brown paper bag covering, bones knocking into one another, relentlessly. I can't hear my heart beat in the land where I'm living. My insides are tattered and my bones ache as they knock into one another. Shattered is my spirit, all of me heaped in one pile in the corner of a room... idle.

Stripped of feeling, complacency has left its mark. Indigo is the word I used to explain the state of being I am in.
Wrapped in indigo head covering, scarlet red, redder than vermillion body covering and a brown paper bag, blending in with the world that shares my destiny. Under indigo-red skies, a silk moon materializes, moisturizing my skin, softening roughness, the result of cherished complacency. And if only for a little while, it is well with my soul.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Numb.

In my state of complacency, music has always been able to speak to me where noone or nothing else is able. Seeps into my pores, enables me to think, feel, move. There is music playing and I can't even feel it. I am at my numbest.

"We're at war, we live like this... " -Paramore

Currently listening :
Riot!
By Paramore
Release date: By 2007-06-12

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Tell me, are you free?

I thought I was until I saw that I wasn't, saw that my mental was imprisoned, my conviction wasn't lined up with His mission, couldn't shake the chains from my life none, couldn't push it from my mind none, was like clingy, spandex sin, my dermis couldn't escape from. Came into this realm blindly never expecting to fly solo, captured by my mental, distress brought me down so low. Ignorant to possibilities of escape but I see my freedom in the air, forgetting that I've always had it there...

Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom...

Tell me, are you free?
Are you free?
It could be time for us to break free...

...and what does it look like, feel like? It looks like not being able to sleep at night and instead of entertaining destructive thoughts, channeling those feelings through a creative form of expressing and placing them at His feet.

He makes all things new... not all at once, of course. I used to stare out of my window wishing I could fall from it. No longer do I stare, brokenhearted, that chapter is over. It's a testimony for me to say, that chapter has ended. I never thought I could be free, I could never imagine me... until recently.

"When the world has fallen out from under me, I'll be found in you, still standing.
Every fear and accusation under my feet when time and space are through, I'll be found in You
. You make all things new..." -Shadow Feet, Brooke Fraser

And may I add, I'll be found in you, Jesus." Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. Holla.

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