Presence (A Poem Inspired by Ecclesiastes 3)

A time to be born
A time to die
A time to laugh
A time to cry
A time to love
A time to hate
A time to start
A time to wait
A time to keep quiet
A time to speak out
A time to grieve and mourn
A time to dance and shout
A time to heal
A time to kill
A time to take action
A time to be still

There is a time and a place for every last thing under the sun
But to know what a moment calls for, you must be present for one.

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A Poem Inspired by The Book of Ecclesiastes

Neither the wise nor the fool
Will be remembered for long,
Since both will be forgotten
In the days to come.

Both the wise and the foolish
We all will one day die.
Everything seems pointless
Like catching wind from the sky.

It’s easy to fall into a pit
Of deep and dark despair.
We work so hard, then pass away.
So why should we even care?

We can fill our days with pleasure
Make achievements of every kind
Then get drunk off wine and wonder
What it takes to quiet our mind.

Yes, even this seems pointless,
When we step back and look away.
Spend enough time pondering it
We end up on our knees to pray.

Alas! It’s this! Our purpose is here.
In Him, we find it all more clear.
He came with meaning after the fall.
Now life’s not so pointless after all.

A Poem in Honor of Our Three Winners

This crime was different.
It’s woken us up.
An entire nation has risen
to say enough is enough.

Hate crime or not,
we may never know
but it’s brought an issue to light
that we can’t afford to let go.

This tragedy touched many
It could’ve been me, you, or him.
The guy in line behind us
or the girl at the gym.

When we focus on differences
all of us lose.
Black, white, or grey
We all could improve.

We ought to be stopping
those who perpetuate hate.
The issue only gets more urgent
until it is too late.

We must stop the media
who pits us against them
and the psychotic extremists
who really just need a friend.

See, not one of us knows for certain.
All we have is our beliefs
and they’re as precious as jewels,
even to faithless thieves…

Who try to steal our homes,
our loved ones, and our rights.
Peace or domination,
both are worth the fight.

But when you strip away religion
all that’s left is the Truth.
Our God is your God
and Love is our proof.

Let the Music Move You (A Poem)

Let the music move you. Let the moment take you by the hand. Let it lead you to the dance floor.

I hope you dance.

Ride with the windows down. Let the breeze flow through your hair. Thrive like a wildflower.

I hope people stare.

Safe and Sorry (Behind the Scenes)

A Behind the Scenes look at my debut music video for my single “Safe and Sorry”. I hope you guys like it and share! We had such a blast. Love to you all…

Why It Hurts to See You Fight (A Poem on Divorce)

Why It Hurts to See You Fight (A Poem on Divorce. From the child within me.)

It hurts me to see you fight.
I wish there was something I could do.
Anything to stop the war
Silently waging between you two.

The silence is what hurts the most.
You pretend everything’s fine.
Telling me it’s just an argument,
When it happens every time.

But I can see the bitterness
behind the words you say.
Using your tongues as weapons,
Piercing all that’s in your way.

So every time I watch you fight
I get hit with daggers too
They soar to my left, wrong, and right
Because I’m standing between you

It’s a heavy weight to hold,
Your parents’ wounded love.
It feels my urgent duty
To protect what I’m a product of.

When you fight I choose no side
As I feel for both of you.
I don’t notice who is wrong or right,
I only look for truth.

And the truth is that you’re both amazing,
just the way you are
I’m overwhelmed with love each day,
I love your flaws and all.

I wish you could see eachother
The way that I see each of you.
Some days they seem forgotten-
The countless attractions of you two.

Maybe if we focused hard
On all the good in us,
We’d forgive all of the little faults
And see things like Jesus does.

Zac Brown Band Cover

Would love for you all to check out my cover of Zac Brown Band’s “Colder Weather”. Please help me to spread the word if you like it. And thanks in advance for your support!! Happy Friday!! xoxo

Loving Me Is A Work of Art

When I’m going down

       I don’t want you to follow me

       You come around and the best of me is known

       But when you leave I fall apart, yea I’m a mess, you see

       And loving me is a work of art

work of art

Free Spirits

Since so many of you loved my original poem, “Free Spirits” from an earlier post, I decided to show you all in video the melody that I hear with the poem. For those of you that missed it, I’ve written the poem again here. Let me know what you think!

 

 

Here’s to the free spirits

Who fall in love

Keep their minds wide open

and their heads up.

And though they’re crushed and broken

They’re still fearless and tough

Here’s to the free spirits,

yea, here’s to us!