American Dreams

My aunts & Grand Dad :)

feed the children - banksy

deception

If you met the truth,
You wouldn't take another glance at the lie you left behind.
Misusing innocence,
Ignorance,
And girls with daddies that were impossible to find.
Oh, yes…
I know your kind.
Proclaiming loves name in vain,
Smiles leaving quickly as she came.
Everything looks good when it's new,
Nothing matters..
Until it comes to you.
Knowledge presented herself to you,
But you refused.
Remaining in the presence of pain that deceit induced.
A stranger to understanding,
Your comfortable with being confused.
So used to feeling used,
Unaccustomed to any sort of good news.
Confidence is distant lately,
A distorted reflection in the mirror of an unfamiliar lady.
Or perhaps its a figment of your imagination,
Maybe?

-RK

I'm alive,

And extremely blessed!

just writing

an acculmination of the words i never said

confined and bound by the boundaries inside my head

left uncomplacent and unfufilled by lies the world fed

tears fall upon innocent blood wrongfully shed

lives looked down upon because of socioeconomic status

love made an outcast as if it isn't the souls core apparatus

brothers killing brothers

taking their sisters on as less than casual lovers

lying to their fathers

direspecting mothers

vanity seeping out of the pores

young women boasting about their reputations as a whore

power, money, fame; the media's seducing lure

the world falsely proclaims these desires as a passion

worshipping lust, drugs, and fashion

entralled with the present not worried about anything lasting

hearts exploding due to constant inflation

dwelling in a drowing nation

succumbing to temptation

surrounded by hopeless vindication

screaming in a room full of intoxicated peers

what use is speaking when nobody can hear?

no heart pure, no conscious clear

no idea of who God is, and why He is to fear



My God

who can heal those who are broken

who's words we can hear as if they were clearly spoken

stirring up emotions so deeply emedded you feel as if your choking

allowing seemingly impossible forgiveness up to 70 times 7

in life Jesus loved us, In death opened up the gates of heaven

bringing peace in the midst of divine revelation

who am I but a sinner to be worthy of His mercy and salvation?

-rmk

untitled

striving, driving for selflessness suffering for His cause/passionately pondering acting in faith without pause/mastering my own deceptive mind, exterminating affliction/ surpassing the surplus of past addiction/inquiring only One veracious opinion/a woman in humble rebellion/protesting the secular and its corrupt dominion/ overcoming the fate of the worlds prediction! REVOLT.


rmk

albert, oh albert

Gasobe

For Kaitie Jo! LAKERS!

...

this present is a new beginning

the past

i will not remember tomorrow

the love i did not know yesterday

is now the air i breathe

when there is no hate in your heart

the only think to know is love

powerful, unfailing

patient, i am waiting

for a love eternal

not chosen by my own want

but whom God will direct my heart to

faith overcomes fear

and love will see us through

to a love, unknown

my heart is yours

until we meet

not yet but soon.

.

shadows need light

misconceptions leading your soul in the wrong direction
shady recollections of imperfection
perfectly laid out in perception
not to mention
broken hearts nonchalantly pieced back together with grade school glue sticks
only love can makes ones heart whole again
running in place
the past holding you in the palm of its hand
so you cry out for wings
but your unsure of where to land
comforted by the rays of sun that protrude through the dark
lonliness and bad weather causing fear to embark
become accquainted with faith
for if time is your friend its never too late
forget having "goodluck"
fall in love with fate

-rmk

The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

Gibrans style of writing is my favorite :) Heres an excerpt:

"When you love you should not say, 'God is in my heart,' but rather, 'I am in the heart of God.' & think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fufill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt & be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
& to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart & give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;

& then sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart & a song of praise within your lips."

Colossians 2:6-7

6 So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, 7 rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.



:)