Psalm 1 of Bryan

This is something I wrote from the heart toward God. IDK if its wrong to call it a psalm but it is what it is.

Lord you are the strength of my soul.
When there is no one here you are with me.
When I have fallen away you are with me.
Even when I sin against you, you are with me.
I cry out and you hear me; though your answers at times seems slow coming or non existent, you continue to show that you hear and answer prayers.
Daily I ask let me not deceive myself when doing so comes like a snake in the cover of darkness, unnoticed and deadly.
Save me not just from my enemies but from myself as well.
Show me where I resist you Oh Lord that I may surrender to your will and your way.
Let me not speak to your people lest it is in spirit & Truth, directed and guided by your Spirit.
Holy Spirit help me judge and discern righteously.
Spirit of the living God you are welcome into my heart, mind, and spirit, give me the life that only comes from you.
Strengthen your servant in Spirit, Truth, and Love.
Amen

Response to Why I Cry

Without tears true inspiration can not be birthed. The tears of our lives seem to water the seeds of our future and with out the water no increase can be made. The sorrow felt feels like shit, with out that there would be nothing for a seed to grow in. I don’t know why God saw fit to allow for manure to be the most effective thing for growing a seed up but I tell you the truth after all the I been trough and all the tears they have wrought my future seems that much brighter. What’s to come will break through all that crap and stand above it and it will work out for good. The waste others dump on me God allows for it to feed a seed and grow it to mature me. This is why I cry.

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Written by Claude

I LIke White People

I like whit people. what a peculiar bunch so similar…. yet so different! I don’t like them more or less… I just like’em. Their different, and I like’em….. have you ever really observed them, I mean just watch them, like an owl in the night just sit and observe. Some bird watch some whale watch but I white watch. Yeah I see the hate and prejudice the superiority complexes and all that jazz but there is much more to them its what lies beneath they are as lied to, misrepresented hurt and abused as you an me their spirit is wrapped in shades of egg shell tan kaki and off-white, while ours is brown mahogany oak and black I like white people! their smiles are like mine their hearts bleed like mine, their soul rejoices like mine, their spirit, our spirit, God’s spirit its just like mine if Jesus was white…. so what if he was cuz I dare to say I love white people. Eyes of blue, green, brown, and gray sometime chameleons depending on the time of day. there is no white mans world or black mans world its our world we can conform and stick to what we know or we can open up and see what to like about the whites. My love does not start and stop at blacks or whites I love them all…..close your eyes can you see what color I am; we all turn a cloudy gray under the cover of night. I love white people…all people my people your people God’s people why cuz were all people perfectly imperfect. So I say to you I like white people.

To Be High or Not to Be High

So many people try to tell me who I should be and what I should do lord its really just between me and you. As I try to survive the attack…… good and evil wolf against wolf the prize a human soul wrapped in flesh . I know its through you I’ll never die. So I search for mental stimulation looking for it in people and things of all sort yet none help in my situation. Oh what is it that im looking for God only you know; how I plow through this dense snow. Trapped in a blizzard of mental confusion each flake complex and different. AAHHH UHHHH Sight blinded by all this confusion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!........................so I take a break and attempt to elevate…………mmmmmm it hits so good, ohh and feels so great. But this break, they try to take. Im not that abuser. Lord I am a user but not an abuser. Will this keep me from you? I speak to you when I’m happy sad high or regular so does this bit greenery make me the black sheep. Am I no longer yours, am I not welcome as I am will this hold me back from my higher calling?

A lesson Learned

Eh…. Qu’est ca tu veux fait, C’est la vie.

Deceived by the kind, misled by the fragile, opened up by the naïve, playing the role of the back seat driver.

I watch this vessel go by occupied by a front seat passenger. I watch the driver turn in circles driving fast down a dead end relationship, through the tunnel of lust and lies by the cost feeling the pleasures of a good wave ride, over the bridge of unfaithfulness, up and down the speed bumps of caution yet passing over them like freshly laid asphalt. I watch and decide to intervene and secretly slide in the back seat of her situation while the passenger is distracted by the finer vessels to the left and right. I guide her down the routs less traveled and down streets that let her know she is going in a better direction. While the passenger is in and out of other vessels I humbly sit in the back seat stroking her every yearning desire to be sat in like a Roles Royce driven like a Bentley, admired like a Ferrari. As I reach forward and begin to shift her gears her engine roars, and her oils start dripping as she begins to heat up. Never has she been driven so well without the passenger under here hood and in and out in and out in and out her…..tank. So as her passenger seat is being ill treated and neglected, I try to take my place next to her with both our hands on the gear sift……..sccccccrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkk. Im flung into the windshield by a sudden stop of misconception. The misconception that I ask for more than what is owed. I was the mechanic who worked for free, simply to fix the broken down misused velo. Her loyalty and ignorant judgment in selecting a poorly qualified passenger who’s worth can only be measured by how well he can pump her gas and fill her trunk from time to time was of greater value. As silent as my entry so I depart. Driving down the road to righteousness by Gods direction, absent of visible passengers. Driving as a light not a hazard, singing my hearts song to my unknown bride with my windows down just in case she can hear me.

If the one for me is in ear shot of these words I say “Oh gosh nah baby beep ya horn, come outta meh blind spot so I can see ya, and come be ya driva”

Can you hear me ???? Because I can feel you, I know u are there and we are already one. Till then I continue driving and singing cruzing and learning.

Eh…. Qu’est ca tu veux fait, C’est la vie.

I’m great full for the lessons on the road to destiny despite the detours road blocks and pot holes.

C’est la vie

Stand Up for love

Everyone seems to have a problem with love as if love came down and said: you know what, your not worthy of me, have a nice life with out me you worthless piece of nothingness.

Love is not a person that picks and chooses who it will be with

it is the very current of life.

Love is that thing that connects mother to child, and what makes a person jump into the street to save a someone they don’t even know.

Love is not something to be grasped and misused.

Love can not be sexed, sucked, ridden, wooed or courted.

Love is much more, love is not a feeling, it is the factory by which feelings are produced

Don’t blame your heart failures on love, love is no respect a person, so if your missing love then your looking in the wrong places.

Love love where art thou, cast down your hair that I may climb up.

Love love why have you forsaken me.

Love replies: "I'M BALD!

And my window is not big enough for you to fit through but you can take the stairs.

Your handy cap is not an issue, there’s no ramp for you.

No excuses!

I'm sorry you have no legs, but you have to take the stairs like everyone else.

I stay where I am and you can always find me here.

If you need some help I know someone who can help you. She created me. He created me. Mother and father wrapped in one, making me which allows me to be so complete.

I didn't mess up your life, but when I don’t come down to your situation and walk happily around it you curse me.

That’s ok cuz Im love and that crap don’t bother me

Everyone blames me for the crap that others do and act as if they knew love

Why have I forsaken you…….nigga im right here!!!

Take the stairs, stop bein lazy, take the stairs

You will sweat, but some how it tastes sweet

If you know not what I'm talking bout you have neva had the right kinda sweat

Why have I forsaken you…..no no I have not forsaken you, you seem to have a misconception of me and you fall into misconception love and then talk about how you hate me.

I'm used to it.

I'm standing, watchin ,waitin

I will continue to take the blame cuz that’s what love does"