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The Appointment (16 DEXTER)

It was January 13th, 1997 when

You made me acknowledge You

We met for the first time

Face to face

You sent a city bus for me,

Detroit’s route 16

Better known as,

The Dexter

You wouldn’t have me be late for our appointment…

At first I thought,

“This must be a mistake…”

That I lay there in such pain

With my mouth bleeding

And my face planted into the steering wheel

Of my 1982 Chrysler

In half of an instant,

My world came to a screeching halt

Mangled by the impact of steel crushing steel

My car was twisted like a pretzel

I’d never been hit like this before

I should have had my seatbelt on

But would it matter?

My vertebrae became misplaced in my spine

Will need physical therapy

There goes basketball and my dreams of becoming a pro…

Suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury

Will need neuro and occupational therapy too…

“What’s your name?”

I was asked

I couldn’t remember…

Only the first two letters came to mind

Where am I?

This intense light is hurting my eyes…

I stood before You and heard Your voice

Listening to what I did not yet know were my new instructions

After the light that flashed before me had fizzled

I began regaining conciousness…

I realized I was still alive

Amnesia had started to set in though

I heard someone on the phone say,

“There has been a bad accident on

Woodward at Grand River”

Looking at what my car used to be

A ball of confusion surrounds me

What just happened to me?

Why did this happen to me?

After 4 years I knew Your lesson…

You passed it on through Pastor Marvin Winans

At Perfecting Church…

“When you’re not on the path that He sees fit, God has the ability to break you down beyond human understanding and, like with clay, shape you into what He wants you to be.”

That day in January,

The day I used to look back on and say,

This is the day I lost everything…

On that day,

I now realize

Is when You made me the mighty man I am today

I like to…

I like to let my imagination & creativity wrestle with words…

Describe how I’m feeling with adjectives, while actions are shown with my verbs…¬†

Sleepwalkers

Too many Sleepwalkers…

Without dreams or productive activity in their heads…

Like zombies,

Back and forth mindlessly

They often trance

Only looking to feed carnal desires

Easily could be considered

The Walking Dead…

No purpose in life,

Or direction…

No future in sight

Projected only toward their simplest and nearest affections

Infection has run rampant

Leaving the rest of society’s conscious minds feeling dejected

Wondering if hope can be kept alive

Restore their civilized lives

And not be a once realized,

But now,

Futile perception

Because there are too many Sleepwalkers

Without dreams or productive activity in their heads

Only looking to feed carnal desires

Society is being overrun with The Walking Dead

Authentelli-Gent

AUTHENTIC

Who are you?  Do you know?  Do your friends know?  What mask did you wear today? What persona did you initiate?  What person did you imitate?  Do people know your character or do they know you for your caricature?  Do you even recognize yourself in the mirror?

The world has become so superficial that no one knows when someone is actually being super official.  I feel like I’m living in opposite world… In this place, real equals fake and the definition for common sense needs to be rearranged.  Authenticity has recently been taking a back seat to what seems to be halloween on repeat.  Maybe it all began when people started to believe that Reality TV is actually reality.  I am the type of person who prides himself on being, exactly that, himself.  In doing that, I am someone that no one else can be.  To know that and to know me is to understand me.  I’d rather strive to be the example that hasn’t been set, instead of a mere carbon copy of mediocrity.  They say, “actions speak louder than words.” I’m a firm believer of that but, know this, my words are a component of my actions’ GPS.

INTELLIGENT

Intelligence is such an underrated quality. In my opinion, intelligence is sexy.  A lot of people don’t realize that or don’t care to notice.  There are some that try and hide their intelligence, like it’s a bad thing to be knowledgeable.  Or maybe because it’s considered not cool or against the status quo.  I don’t know.  I do know what I like, though.

There is nothing like an intelligent woman.  Nothing like her… I’m of a different kind, Sui Generis, if you will… For me, real attraction is non-existent if I’m not attracted to her mind.  Physical attraction only goes so far.  Speaking of which, if you have a lady and you tell her, “I love you with all my heart,” stop it.  Tell her, “I love you with my mind”

Hearts can be transplanted…brains can’t be replaced…

GENTLEMAN

Chivalry isn’t dead but has suffered major health complications…Has been hospitalized for too long, while clinging to life, breathing only with the help of a respirator.  Chivalry, an ally of The Gentleman, has become an endangered species as The Gentleman has and is in dire need of emergency conservation  and preservation efforts.  It would be such a shame to continue to allow the weak man reign.  Leaving the women, excuse me, I mean, The Ladies who love us and cherish us to settle, become flustered and suffer is not acceptable.

CHIVALRY needs you:

Find that inner Gentleman inside of you and put a defibrillator to his chest and resuscitate him before we’re all lost and can only be found on display in museums…

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