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


Aced Out

Feet to ground.

Head to the sky.

Body standing tall in the pool of gravity.

Life inflicts its demands on me quite lavishly, eliciting a vividly livid response from my living… What matters most?  Sun beams lance down like lasers from a futuristic space battle, striking my skin with keen efficiency.  Each step down the street is one more in the incredible heat, and the sweat beads around my eyebrows swiftly.

I call a full scale retreat into air conditioning.

My body is battered from battling and I must re-treat my wounds.  Naked I lay on this hospital bed of poetry, waiting for the nurse to re-dress everything broken in me.  Waiting for these words to stitch me back together, and for these flows to regenerate the hope in me.

Air conditioning.

I was pushing hard- trying to reach my best until I was bested by stress and it sent me into cardiac arrest, and now I lay here behind bars.  Trapped behind rhymes, mentally scarred, and fearful…  What if I can never walk again?  What if I am doomed to sleep, but never dream, eyes permanently opened in a comatose state glued to the ceiling?

…What matters most?

I drown while breathing and the waters of planetary pull slosh around me mercilessly… Grounded.  Like a ten year old sent to his room, or a plane with no wings, I am stranded here against my will.  My gaze sees the birds high and free and I struggle against the chains of my insecurities.  My wrists chafe against the shackles and a desperate prayer slips off my tongue… Nothing elegant, witty, or over spiritual- just a request for realness.  A plea to fully die, or fully be alive, but be loosed from this shadowy place in between.

I sleep.

I weep.

I breathe.

Prophetic imagery has succumbed to lobotomy- my future is swathed in darkness.  What to do… Where to go… Who to trust…

God, I need you.

… In the absence of my own faith, His voice speaks for me.

I am afraid of the unknown, but that won’t keep me from walking…

Feet to the ground.

Head to the sky.

Body standing tall in the pool of gravity.



My life was like my music, keep Jesus on the down low

Make sure I had a smile, when it was a frown though

My trust, it wouldn’t be given, my lust, was in secret sinning

I rust, but I keep on breathing, so much, great need for freedom

You must see the mirror image of the dark slave inside

Of me, knowing that nothing is possible without God

Low key, is where I keep Him, far away from my locks

Cuz if I cut em loose, the world might cut me loose, they want it, but they’ll kill the truth in search for it

But to deny who I am in God, is death by slow poison

I’m called to be bold, that means I’m called to bring the noise in

Like a pot of oatmeal, I can’t stay frozen

If I’m walkin in faith, it’s gotta be in the open

I’m on my Blake Young, so young and CHOSEN

See me in the wind with divine ocean flow and

So intolerant, of silence, I’mma holler it

Screamin from the top of the mountain who my Father is!


Jesus, I need you, only aim is to please You

Creativity, wit, are just spectacles to see You

I know I can act feeble, but I really wanna beat back evil

I really wanna be yo steeple, staple, stable and able

With the crumbs from the Master’s table, I’ll feed the whole world

What You gave, I will give, You forgave, I’ll forgive

I won’t stop.  I can’t stop. You are God.  At the top.

You washed all, my stains off.  My sins You just drained off.

You gave me a dream, and sustained it through heat

I can stand here today because you gave belief

In the grave when the whole world had gravely believed

That the darkness had triumphed brought light to its knees

King Jesus arose out the grave holding me

We’re no longer entombed, but we embody free

I surrender right now, and cry out You’re Holy

At the end of the day without grace, where would I be

Humanity Observed

A cool breeze gasps for breath

The heir is unforgiving

The offspring demands the spring off

Palms open for the life he’s meant to be living.

A cool fool gets hot around the collar…

Why bother, why author

Why script wisdom into his path

With all pearls before swine- humanity will not last.


Hope shall always remain.

Love belief in action…

Saved by grace through faith.


~The Wordsmith

In The End

Here I sit…
On the edge my world with feet dangling amongst the stars…
I am in need.
My life is a joke, and my bank account the punchline, prosperity wont punch mine, so I shack up with poverty.
There are fewer things more despondent thant the invisible faith of the faithful…
Dreams are expensive, surpassed only by my bills, anxiousness causes my heart to turn flips, but the still small voice of the Lord tells me to be still.  Peace…
But what peace can there be when I’m killin myself running these streets for the man!!
Can’t afford a spouse, can barely afford to breathe, the price of a smile raises everyday so you rarely see my teeth.
My soul longs for comfort.
Between picking up my kids, sacrificing my life that I may live, and striving to not crack and just indulge in a haphazard life of sin- I ache.
If there is a pain then I have felt it.
If I had a stout heart then it has melted.
This un-extravgant life just leaves me welts and there is no remedy, not hennesy, not baby makin, not flyin off the handle and leaving the door shaking….
In the end…
There is only one true way…
Only one way that I fight through each and every day…
Only one power that requires movement for its power to save…
In the end…
There is only faith…
There is only- faith…

~ The Wordsmith