Y.O.U.

You do something to me
You see through me
You complete me
You never let anything defeat me
You are my everything
You are my wedding ring
You are my four letter word
You are the noun to my verb
You are the yin to my yang
You are the one I'm hoping for everything my phone has rang
You are my beginning, you are my end
You are my homie, my lover, my friend
You are the variable to my equation
You broke the mold, there is no replacing
You are my heartbeat, you are the food that I eat
You are my destination every time I move my feet
You are my rainbow after the rain
You are the Oxycontin to my pain
You are the one that saw the best in me
You are my fate, you are my destiny
You are my fraction, you are my better half
You are my comforter, you are the one that makes me laugh
You are my heat, you are my "BRR"
You are the one men dream of when they talk about the perfect her
You know exactly who you are
You are the one for W.E.S. J. R.

The Devil Is A Lie

It seems like forever since I wrote anything. 2013 took a toll on me mentally and physically. But no need to dwell on that. It's a new year and a new chapter. So I figured what better way to signify change than to start the new year off with my passion, my joy, my release: writing. The title to this piece came from a song by rappers Rick Ross ft. Jay-Z. The song may not go with the words, but oh well! I do what I want. Lol. No seriously. Anyways, sit back and enjoy while I sip on this Twenty Grand and put my words on "paper". 

My men-tuition kicking in, my head is feeling light

Spider senses are tingling, something just isn't right

Can't quite put my finger on it, but I know it's a feeling I've felt before

Too afraid of the pain, I refuse to explore

Not wanting to know more, I make preparations to ignore

But this sh*t is knocking loud, as if the police are at the door

I'm trying to give my mind "a-rrest" but my heart is handcuffed

Looking to the heavens, hoping God says "ok, that's enough"

But He allows the devil to continue to administer the pain

My eyes are slowly becoming nimbus clouds, the forecast is expecting rain

I try to keep it together, hoping to change the weather

Praying for sunny, clear skies; anything to make it better

But to no avail, it's slowly starting to sprinkle

Out comes pain that's been sleeping longer than Rip Van Winkle

Now my stomach is churning, a peace of mind is what I'm yearning

And somewhere in the background Usher is talking about something burning

I'm losing the battle, but I'm more focused on the war

I cry out to my Father, not able to take the pain anymore

Right before it becomes unbearable, He sends His angels to protect me

Reminding me that as long as I believe, He will never neglect me

The war is over, now I'm something like a veteran

And having gone through it, I think I came out a better man

The lesson learned is to believe, no need to cry

And no matter the adversity, the devil is a lie