My God my God
Hallelujah my God
My Lord and savior
Hallelujah my God
a poetry blog by Justin Tarik Shockley
Revelations
up the step
one leg then two
you thought you were alone
and I said if only you knew
one three four steps then another two
up a staircase was the challenge to you
it winded you sweat
you thought you were alone
but I said yet again if only you knew
by your side I cried
waiting
my patience grew
I'm there I said
seeing you pour out a witches brew
then the staircase winded moreso
and moreso you
no longer old but now anew
then it came
the day you saw me
we cried
atop my winded case
we shared minds
pausing
speechless
and in my arms
you finally knew
Authors note: Revelation 21:4 (New International Version - UK)
New International Version - UK (NIVUK)
4 He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
Alter
how does a mute repent
does he cry out to God
or howl in the wind
for the things which I've done
aren't pretty
and I have no toungue
to speak my actions
to save a city
to make the newborn remain
or the old undone
Authors note: Mark 10:27 (New International Version - UK)
New International Version - UK (NIVUK)
27 Jesus looked at them and said, With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God.
no nudity allowed
everyone looks to be beautiful
in expiring eyes
but when I look directly into you
with you
inside changes
sudden
at once
I'm live active aware and different
my guts a little bit fuzzy
furry on my organs of mire and clay
never imagined I could be lovely
they say there are some things soap can't wash away
so I look far and distant
for someone to kiss this masquerade
only to find a butter fly close with consanants
kissing me knowing me
touching the aformentioned innards
lonelyness cacooned then sent on holiday
joy gives my lip plenty
no more yesteryear
all I've got is today
Authors note - You are beautiful. Whoever you are. You were made in the image of God and loved into existance. dont waste your time finding validation in humans. Why because you were created to worship God. You were made to reflect Hashem. Thats the very meaning of life...
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Mind River
this is how heaven my mind was
mostly
and right now is
like a long calm river
smoothie in my brain
clear
concised
certain and prepared
we're going along sleepful
and rested
currents now civilized
winds pass by
and in this adopted hour
I call you abba father
with this friendship
I say you're my true love
oh how this boat rocks like a happy vessel
stars at night blinding us
morning sun never this clear
new days are with you my friend
whatever comes is no care
now having my love and friend and destiny
smiling and hoping at each pier
Zombie Flick Poem
to you
from me
I write from beyond the grave
my fingernail
polish is rotten
my eyeball makeup still fresh
pluma ready and stirred
so I wirte from beyond the grave
never feeling and always numb
decidedly boney
respectably unfresh
to be undead to be undead
is to be not pretty
Authors Note: alive in Christ
Touched
what a day
what a life
today I sat on a pier
a world of no on my lap
I look up
see a man a father
daughter too
he flying a kite
he tried
she ran
cheering her hero
him grasping wind
grasing her
I smile because she is embraced
then I sat
and cried
touched
finding answers
on a pier
with a girl
and him
Quickstone
"I don't understand" she uttered
for her it was a matter of perfect sense
"for me it's the wind and the sounds of my heart" he said
"a nulling tone taking presidence over what my eye hears. a
path with a stone and a falling wind. a bountiful harvest and
a world of gain."
"without me." she said
then he siged again
forgetting yesteryear and the knowlege he's gained
his world did spin in this moment he was in
a mere look at her soft skin
melting his voice's tone
"what of it" he fought
"its everything" she sought
"for me my life is the clouds." he mentioned
"words cannot define my appeal." her heart screamed
"for me to die is to gain." he cited
"then I'll die alone." she weaned
"so spare me this obloquy." she said
he paused noting this moment of exchange making him age
slightly unaware
now glancing at her hair
something he knew
he knew
he walked away
and she died that day
and they weared never to know
giving what they did
understanding life
sort of
slight
possibly clearly

Hashem Real
Hashem is real
because of you my freind
Hashem is real because you're here my friend
as plainly as a picture you drew
sitting flat on my wall
sure as rain
along with a smile we have in it
Hashem is real because you're here my friend
God is is real because you're my friend
Hashem is real because you're a friend
Hashem is real
Selah and amen
my life.. so far..
I wonder
and I've wondered
I've lost and I've gained
I laugh
but I've longed
I've judged and have been judged
I swung
and came back
my family
my friends
some abandoned
but those that mattered remained
I've served
and I've failed
I've won
only to realize I cant lose
defeating myself and things
losing things
only to learn how to win
this is my life so far
a whirlwind of new days
I held to my ideals
only to realize a smallness in the things I know
how little my big things really matter
and in the end
the only thing that mattered
was how much I loved
you you you