CHRISTMAS SPIRIT Winter is coming, Winter is coming December is near, finally Christmas is here. Gifts to be unwrapped hearts to be revered, holding true to the meaning of this time of year. Let us reflect and look back; only to thank God for this very present, he sent His one and only Son to be our blessing. Emmanuel, God is with us. The Ultimate Sacrifice that suffice; nothing more nor less, let the goodness of Christ be spread. How could we esteem him not? Forgetting the price in which we were bought, knowing that not even an innocent man will give his #life for a wretched. Always remember mercy and grace are the message; be transformed through His resurrection, Christmas is not just about giving but acceptance.

Abstract Love Hi, She replied to charm with a blush Convo precede laughters reveal secrets behind narrow doors Moments after exchanged numbers resulted Hope yet again to catch a glimpse of intellectual meetings clenching her facial expression for utter meaning May I again assiduously capture the magnitude of your world words of her lips They meant strength Breaking barriers relentlessly Soft spoken at ease she is a wind breeze Sealing anger deep down depths destroying Anxiety Calmness entered I surrendered weapons of mass destruction Never deserving outburst Negating corruption I thought selfishly aiming higher past the stars A Bird without wings man down Nightmare fall Essence of her kept me on feet Spotting tragedy controlling gravity Safety Inhale exhale stress relief Found a shuttle to launch back up where I once tried to reach destiny Only disparity is SHE Fulfillment two in one We are Complete Heading higher than our DREAMS

Cathexis Most prized possession I have found delight Nothing else satisfies Foundation alone will suffice Surpassing the standards of the lofty Shaming the wise Fools gold is the price to pay For the arrogant I watch steps elevate Climbing higher and higher Achromic walls surround as time expires Left without a sound Cede the kingdom Break its gates down Compromise can't sit on the throne of talents home There can only be one King The heart, mind, or soul

Letter To Hand Dear Mr Pen in hand lead the way Guide ingenuity and gusto to its grave Write words these lips of mine refuse to say Set in stone my lament cry Imprint it deep Expose the dark to light Withhold no wrath Mercy does not want to be found Chastise and Chisel a little From there I shall climb to the highest hill Open the casket for this soul of silent strife To set its feet towards rocky roads Create A memoir to admonish its love and unselfish pride Pour every ounce of its tears on this page as they continue to fall anew with every line and every word to every space Give meaning to those deaf ears Open the minds of the blind Bring forth charisma In a place frozen Bring a star to melt away the ice Clarity in disparity ease the turbulence Transparency through many thorns Pain for a Rose worth far more than precious gold Play me a note to sing myself fast asleep to lodge where my distinctiveness finds peace

Damned Nation In the mist of doubt questions come to light Will I prevail or will I fail to rise? Rambling thoughts bullying my patience and #life's circumstances troubling my soul Little to gain much to lose Living close yet far away from you Can someone point the way to hope or where it resides I am a wanderer stranded alone left to die Here in this dessert storm scorching blazing ray of sun no water to quench nor a cactus for a chance Survival distances away walking by faith Unsure of where I travel yet again in this journey Steps I take must see beyond the tangible Unraveling comfort Torment has become my dwelling place adapting to the conditions placed I was born a militant soldier before my mother conceived me Lack of food will not be the death of me Bullet wounds from free men who grieve on the deaths of those they cherished Revenge for the lost though I never saw or existed in their time of suffering Forgive me for who I am I understand the hatred caused by my own I await to see opportunity arise as I lay my #life down for this damned nations battle cry I wish to witness a new generation lift their hands for a new identity A generation ready to accept Meekness as a way of living