Keep Pushing

When you’re broken…
Keep pushing.

When your heart aches…
Keep pushing.

When nothing makes any kind of sense…
Keep pushing.

When depression tries to drag you down…
Keep pushing.

When angst lays claim to your soul…
Keep pushing.

When every move seems to be the wrong one…
Keep pushing.

When God seems silent…
Keep pushing.

When the fury overtakes your soul…
Keep pushing.

No matter what life throws at you, keep pushing because life will never stop throwing. The one who endures is who will come out on top.  So keep pushing… and don’t ever stop.


Lone Soldier

Do not let your loneliness give way to desolation

Do not let your differences make you hopeless

You may be alone in the dark right now

But understand that this is the best place for you to shine your light

I know you feel abandoned by those whom you love

And that you crave the simple care of those who say they love you

I know what it is to be a part of something and yet not at all

I know what it is to wonder if you are ever, truly seen at all

You are.

This is what I know…

You may not be seen by those you would like to be seen by

You may not feel the way, in your mind, you ought to feel

But despite that, your penchant for impact, is firmly intact

Solo doesn’t mean you can’t glow- it means let the fuel for your blaze be an unquenchable hope

I see you- Lone Soldier…

So get up in arms- the world knows us not, yet needs what we are


For faith… hope… and love.

Keep up the good fight- Lone Soldier

One Thing

It’s slipping, slipping, away, away…
Fear of heart and fear of heartache…
It’s slipping, slipping, away, away…

Hatred of love, and love of hate…
It’s slipping, slipping, away, away…
Weak identity with strong false faces…

It’s slipping, slipping, away, away…
Fingers coming unclutched today…
It’s slipping, slipping, away, away…

I may not always win.
I may not always be wise.
But one thing I do know-
I’ve got all the motivating power I need because I’m alive.

And anything outside of that I’m letting it slip, slip, away, away…

The Man

That man over there… he’s got an odd look about him… but it is one that is so very familiar…

He’s got the look of a man resigned to a pain he’s surrendered to. Pain not born of weakness, but of destiny embraced- the acceptance of incapability beyond endurance.

He’s got the look of a man whose sorrows number the grains of sand along the shoreline… a man who feels broken because he understands the true nature of his wholeness.  A man whose paint can only bleeds colors in a world that only receives black and white…

I see this man often.  I long to speak to him, but what words are there to share with one who bares his heart to bear the world?  So I patiently watch…

He’s got the look of a man who is afraid of love, not because of the uncertainty of its future, but because of the certainty of his past. Evolving from a heart breaker, but braking his heart from the dame his heart’s hard is breaking for because he doesn’t want to break her too… but he knows he loves her.

He’s got the look of a man whose only option left is to survive. Who cannot do right rightly, or do wrong well and so all that’s left for the weary warrior is to fight on…

Fight on warrior… fight on… these are the words I would say to him. Fight on… Faith is strength, and hope is sustenance… don’t believe the illusion that you can give up in this- there is too much in you… fight on warrior, fight on…

He has the look of a man who has encountered his personal demons… and dared sentence them to exile. A man who has stood in the mirror peeling back the social illusions of his identity… and been haunted by what he has seen.

He has the look of a man… who has finally learned what it truly means to be one.

Fly (remix)

Dear journal, better dear diary

Feelin Michellin, I am tiring

Old milk in the fridge I’m expiring

Workin for myself cuz no one’s hiring

What I desire is a full break through

Not another manager tellin me my break’s through

Dream is a window reality breaks through

And the drift in my drive is one the brake’s threw

I’ve got to believe in me

Achieve in me, cuz something is grieving me

Policing my mind for doubtful disorders

Snatchin the green card from thoughts that cross borders

What I am is royalty- sire

Fresh and verylintless- drier

Born under a star, like the Messiah

Birthed to make the earth glow- fire


Word to Minaj for the very next statement

I represent an entire generation

Racket to the pavement, we are not playin

Look us in the eyes, don’t send us to your agent

I am contorting, morphing

Optimus, Bumblebee, I am transforming

Narnia.  Aslan.  I am roaring

We need the Lord to reign.  Glory.  Pourin

These days peeps wanna do things they self

You’re considered an urban legend if you’re prayin for help

But what I’m posed to do?  I can’t reach the top shelf

The power to change is one greater than myself

So I will fight.  I will win.

I will pray, and I will live.

Use the Force, and walk on the sky

Cuz deep inside our hearts we are ALL Jedi


The Wordsmith