The Enlightened 1

You saw it shine, you saw it glitter You proclaimed its greatness on Twitter Your eyes wide open, pupils gazing You sought it out, it was so amazing You had this image that it was grand You dreamed of holding it in your hands You tried to hide it from the light You couldn’t keep calm from sheer delight It made you warm and you felt secure It whispered wonderful fantasies in your ear It gave you compliments and kissed your spine You shut your eyes and it made you blind You encountered darkness and felt alone And began to reap what you had sown It cut you off and left you in neglect It showed you dishonor and disrespect The flowers died and the phone calls stopped The grass turned brown and the temperature dropped The sun turned red and stars flew from the sky And the fantasy world faded right before your eyes And you couldn’t deny what you had failed to see The grass wasn’t greener…and he wasn’t me. I just walked past the restaurant table and saw the pain in her eyes. Those eyes were s...

I came and stood before the throne To see what God had in store. I knelt in prayer to ask this day That he simply give me the courage To endure. I ask not for my vision to be perfect I ask not that my thinking by clear I ask not that the path be straight I simply ask that this day He grant Me the strength to endure another day. I ask not for the million dollar lottery I ask not for achievements and success I ask not to be exalted in stature before men I simply ask that He guides me to another Rising of the sun. His favor is sufficient. His grace is all-reaching. Simply…I ask to endure as an iron pillar. “For, behold, I have made thee this day a defensed city, and an iron pillar, and brazen walls against the whole land, against the kings of Judah, against the princes thereof, against the priests thereof, and against the people of the land.” Jeremiah 1:18.

I’m mulling over this application. Supposedly the rewards are outstanding and the repercussions are minimal. So they say. Should I become a 50%er? Yes, a fifty-percenter. Recently several friends were gathered and from the conversation the secret society of the 50-percenters was revealed. Some 50-percenters are card-carrying members who have accepted and embraced their choice. Others live in obscurity, unaware that they hold the same ideals and passions of the 50-percenter nation. 50-percenters are usually male, although females have been known to display characteristics of 50-percenters. No religion, racial or social background, nor financial status link 50-percenters. I don’t know if I can fill out the application. It seems anarchy to me. The 50-percenters sat me down and tried to convince me that their ways are simply utopian. They feel that through their knowledge all men can be free and happy. Their mottos are crafty and their logic is interesting. 50-percenter or men who only ...

This list was compiled from a survey of men, of various ages, ethnic and economic backgrounds. This is a "women stop it please" list. 1.Stop taking us to visit your raggedy relatives. Your sister doesn’t train your little nephew and he is always begging for money and asking for stuff. And if he punches me again because I won’t play that old Kool-aid stained Playstation 2, I’m going to give him another lump in his neck. 2.Stop asking us where we want to eat, then when we get there you don’t like the food and the service. We told you to pick because we know we can always get a burger and fries and be content. 3.Stop doing your hair, makeup, etc. in the car and telling us to slow down. If you had stopped answering that cell phone and gotten dressed in the house like normal people we wouldn’t have to drive 23 mph on the interstate so the mirror won’t shake. 4.Stop asking us do we love you more than once a month. That question should only be asked every 30 days because that’s h...

The battle rages, from zero to infinite ages The blood drips, tasteless, and without fragrance The stench is foul, so flagrant, as I gaze in amazement The days when stars were a’blazing and Geico’s cavemen Saints blend in, defensive to sin, so they’re offensive to men Soul food’s not made in the kitchen my friend Visit with Him then ask for deliverance then Strap on the armor….you’re on a mission to win Dissent will come then as the demons are gathered And spring from the stronghold…but none of that matters I’ll take the Spirit and leave them all tattered Smashed into fine matter and leave their bones scattered Tell them stay off my lawn, equipped with Bibles and brawn Praising God with old songs and daring hellhounds to come Lucifer threw down his gauntlet, I’m dressed exclusive in blessings Satan made it to the playoffs…but heaven wins the series in seven Always testing, never resting, my God equipped me for stress And gave me resolve to keep living until He lessens my breath I’m imp...