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God's LoveSpiritual Liberation through the Emancipation of Virtue
By Calvert Tynes
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Chapter OneThe Answer
This is the beginning,
never finished nor diminished,
just replenished back to Genesis.
For human palms shall bleed Psalms
by showing verses of Proverbs.
Creating a new nation, understanding
the power of giving homage
by forming a sun that shall vaporize
this world out of the cleaves of bondage.
Because lost we may now be,
yet soon God shall blanket
His world with light so bright,
even shadows will be surprised to see.
God's word forms books of revelation,
and in His image He created man
with the gift of speech,
to disciple His message from the north
to the south, west, and east.
Humans raised in the days
of savages studied magic.
Yet no magician can surpass his reality
of being no better than average,
because not only can he not deliver you,
but even he needs deliverance.
For as God is the answer,
your faith is the question.
As said God,
"If you provide the faith,
which is the question,
you shall receive Me,
whom the answer Is!"
What is the next step I should take?
Not knowing the next decision to make,
I don't think a man in love could relate
because as he sweats love, I inhale hate.
My blood is cold; my soul
was formed and carved in evil.
My mind repels kindness
because my thoughts fight love.
Anger surrounds me
in every direction like a glove.
Do I own the ability to love,
or the talent to hate?
You betrayed my mind so deeply;
it felt like my soul was raped.
My emotions ran dry.
I know the only way I can
help the world is to die.
I see no evil,
but I was created in it.
I hear no evil,
yet I was named by it.
My heart beats at a slow pace.
Am I a man, or just a
disgrace to my race?
Because after spending
all my life chasing love,
I was caught by hate.
By emerging from confusion,
my mind freed itself
from the tomb of illusions.
Divine intellect saved me.
Knowing to save safety,
we must spread peace globally.
Utilizing creativity made success nosy.
By visualizing inspiration, my words
collapsed the chest of intimidation.
While focused on the core of self,
I saw my vision with precision.
Speaking to the thoughts
of the modern mind,
only God knows our fate.
So do not be contained
thinking that you cannot do
better than your beginning,
and do not be constrained feeling
condemned by your end.
For my end was my beginning,
and my beginning shall only end
when my soul rises and my flesh
turns into dust that God
blows away in the wind.
Crucified to Resurrect
Unleashing the foresight of a poetic visionary
is the answer to the question why, some try to vilify.
But by continually reciting written inspiration,
I further solidify my reason not to reply.
For God's love man should
never doubt or second-guess.
Yet Thomas chose to search
for the body of Christ even after
being told He shall resurrect.
People laughed at Noah, not sure
if building an ark was more of a joke
or just a wasteful hobby.
Yet by exploiting the power of faith,
through it all Noah heard God logically.
Likewise, as an anointed poetic clairvoyant,
I knew my obligation to God's love was to
write each line in a way that would command
readers to dissect.
Because as long as ink flows from my pen,
I shall never enable anyone to forget
that for the lone purpose of saving the soul
of mankind, Christ willingly allowed Himself
to be crucified just to resurrect.
Lonely Thoughts Interacting with Unpromising Hope
Lonely thoughts interacting with unpromising hope;
in my mind the sea is the sky and the clouds my boat.
I stress my soul, thinking of ways to stay afloat.
Earth frightens me; I drown in its confusion.
Comforting thoughts are so close and clear.
I would reach for them,
though they are just an illusion I fear.
I never met total completeness, but when I do,
I shall put it on a pedestal and hold it dear.
Like a deaf man finding love in music
within a society whose ignorance states
he cannot hear.
Yet they do not own music,
and that man does not live his life by their standards,
because musical vibrations have unleashed
poetic lullabies hidden within his soul.
So when my mind is being devoured by lonely thoughts,
and my heart is eaten away by unpromising hope,
I shall close my eyes, and allow the sea to be my sky
and the clouds my boat.
Like David slaying Goliath,
I am a mortal man
with the heart of a giant.
To the world I proclaim
that God's love shall disband riots
by victoriously welcoming all to Zion.
Leaving nothing to second-guess,
while resting at the foot of God,
I saw angels flying,
and then power began to manifest.
My destiny declared victory
over all that was meant for me.
My savior's blessings submerged
me in the ecstasy of knowing
I now obtain the strength
to conquer adversity.
Not only did God allow me
to regain control of all
I was once facing,
he also provided me
with the foresight to know
that for my soul the devil
will never stop chasing.
By using the virtue of Christ
to stare down degradation,
my capability consistently
surpassed all worldly expectations.
From mediocrity, I rose.
To fight the hypocrisy that is
terrorizing our democracy, I rose.
As a shadow facing the sun,
like a tree emerging from the sea, I rose.
Yearning to inspire others to reach
higher than the sky, above clouds
of complacency; God taught me to fly.
By utilizing intellect I grew wings
capable of soaring over bondage,
because gathering my thoughts
is like being submerged in knowledge.
In the form of a collection
of blessings, within the core
of my mind I found learned lessons.
So while facing the world
staring at my reflection, I rose.
The Weight of Water Is Equal to the Beauty of Sand
Heavy and clear, it is the
greatest mass in our atmosphere.
Wet to the touch, opposite of land,
it is the nourishment of life and still
has yet to fully be explored by man.
But even in the form of a wave,
its beauty cannot be holistically
understood without the presence of sand.
Paradise on earth must have been God's plan.
Individual grains found together
multiplied by a number unknown,
it is the peace of mind you provide
that made my soul feel at home.
Through my left eye I saw water,
and through my right I saw sand.
At that moment I knew that nothing
could compare to the divine artistry
created by the gift of God's hand.
Having to work, wanting to sleep.
Dreaming of a cool breeze, but all I feel is heat.
Working in the field while the skin on my hands
get ripped away; I have done this all my life,
so today is just another day.
God lead, and I will follow even though my heart is hollow,
and the last of my hope has long ago been swallowed.
I don't know what's worse:
a white man's hate or a black man's fear.
Inside I have the urge to run, but where?
Because any place I go the man is there.
Slave life I cannot bear; I lust for equality.
Whereas white is the color of their skin,
we still are no different from within.
Knowing the problem, the solution rejected me.
While praying God blesses me,
I wonder what his blessings would be:
freedom or just a warm place to sleep.
For even though I would be satisfied with
a master that thought of me as a man
and not merely as a possession,
I would prefer to live life with my eyes closed,
because when I open them, all I see are dead-end roads.
Yet by renouncing every unjust classification,
I found the strength to conquer desolation.
So while living within a world of wrong,
by remaining focused on what I feel is right,
God knew my soul would only answer to life.
Neither killing a few nor throwing
the rest in the back of a bus will ever
change the fact that not even a bomb
can destroy your similarities with us.
You beat our men while
lusting for our women.
I am called everything
except my name;
yet still my hope remains.
Whereas this is my struggle,
I do not mind as long as
my son's life is not the same.
You say that I am dumb, dark,
and therefore don't deserve respect.
My confidence you test;
my soul you stress.
But when I look at you I smile,
because I know my seed is blessed.
While struggling to find reasons to live,
I follow your rules,
and I pick from your fields.
My nightmare is real,
yet, still slowly my hope builds.
Preferring to stand alone
than to follow a lost crowd,
I dream of leading a nation
and making my son proud.
Equality may not yet
be within my reach,
but I know God will continue
to guide me through the struggle.
No heads, thoughts, or minds;
millions acting before thinking.
Is poverty really that contagious?
Not speaking of monthly wages
but daily growth.
By directly inspiring the next generation
to reach greatness through the prayers
of our predecessors, the alertness behind
the realization that we will not be the last
generation to reap harvest from the earth
shall launch the rebirth of communities.
Because to create change,
we must step away from those still waiting for it,
by compacting opportunity until it explodes,
instantly affecting anyone willing to engulf its gleam.
As it is the head that beholds the mouth
which is used to speak the spoken word,
so those frightened of change
shall suddenly become prejudice of thoughts,
knowing there lies the power to reinvent society,
for the mind is an open floodgate releasing the sea.
Yet not even mass decapitation
of God's chosen generation
can keep this world from becoming
what Dr. King dreamed it will be.
I See You, Love
Far away star I'm still surprised to see.
Is it more that I am staring at you,
or is it that your focus is completely on me?
Amazingly love has no distance.
So if either is true, how far apart
can we really ever be?
If your love was land, then I am its sea,
because your love exemplifies
the completion of me.
As your love is the air my lungs yearn to breathe;
love is the relationship between a tree and its leaves.
Yet love may be everything I am not,
and all the things I wish to someday be.
Because love is you, love shall always be
so much greater than me.
For as my star, I am your moon,
yet even as brightly as together
we shine, the true beauty of love
is knowing you will always be mine.
The sound your grandmother made
as she took her last breath.
The sound of the phone from which
you were told your sibling has died,
knowing now you are the last one left.
Echoes of a child lost before their time.
Listening to a doctor explain why
your firstborn is legally blind.
The silence heard by loved ones
after being told your tumor
is no longer benign.
The deafening screams
of a wife becoming a widow
due to a senseless crime.
Hearing a voice whisper,
"I love you," then quickly forced
to face the reality of it only being a dream.
In life, though it is the simple things
that will always be missed,
mysterious sounds are what
from the depths of your soul
you shall never forget.
My child cannot see.
I saw my child,
but she did not see me.
Why does love
hurt more than pain?
My present and her future
are not one and the same.
Not recognizing my own
confusion allowed me
to be caught by shame.
Life, I cannot change!
My child saw me,
for it was I that could not see.
While wasting time
not focused on my child,
she was staring directly at me.
It is only possible to successfully
complete a journey by having a vision.
See what you want and then become
what is needed to achieve it.
Memorize your vision,
because through the storm of life,
you will not always be able to see it.
Do not wait to receive greatness.
Be humble, and when it is in your grasp, take it.
Yet only look back when advising peers.
Visions are the birthplace of possibility.
So even though my vision may only reach
as far as my eyes can see, at the end
where I am blinded I know my daughters will be,
and by brilliantly creating an entirely new vision,
the world will then be theirs for only them to see.
The way you call me Daddy
will always be more meaningful
than the word love is, was,
or shall ever be.
You are the part of me God
yearned for His world to see.
Now, always and forever
shall I cheer for you.
In every way, baby, I hear you.
By feeding you love, I pray
through God's grace you'll grow,
and by quenching your thirst,
my prayer is that you will always know
Daddy loves you.
Lord, when shall my fear
of the unknown blow past?
For though I found truth in confusion,
please do not allow its intrusion to last.
However despite all of my strife,
the birth of my children brought
meaning to my life.
In their eyes shines the clearest light,
and through their clarity I am reminded
of God's power to morph wrong into right.
The soul of man may be tainted,
but after having my daughters,
I knew my seed had been washed
by the blood of the lamb,
and their smiles cleansed
by the dripping blood of God.
If I hated poetry, I would
despise the essence of me.
If I hated water, I would
use my anger to evaporate the sea.
If I did not understand my purpose,
I would have overachieved through hate,
knowing many have fallen only to stand
after it was too late.
Yet while besieged by thoughts of mental solitude,
I found myself alone watching the news.
Overwhelmed by footage of war,
storms, and murder, I discovered anguish
in the heart and mind of a society whose
pain I knew must go on no further.
So I began to write, instantly
unleashing the inner essence of me
while simultaneously in awe of the
transformation that I was beginning to see,
which was God looking within a stone,
by transforming a simple rock into a living stone.
Yesterday Became My Tomorrow
Tomorrow was yesterday,
yet do not be confused,
because by not acting now,
society will program you to lose.
Yesterday became tomorrow
when I refused to capitalize
on opportunity by taking success.
Tomorrow was yesterday,
because I allowed sorrow
to implode my chest
by inhaling stress.
Yesterday became my tomorrow
when tomorrow refused to wait,
knowing as long as
I depend on yesterday,
I will always be a day late.
I saw myself in dreams,
but I am all that I am through my actions.
Though one chance became plural, I endured
by refusing to make the same mistake twice.
Knowing not only is time not on my side,
but if it were possible to stand on time's side,
my clock would not rotate wise;
it would go in reverse and still leave me behind.
So respect life through your actions,
and while your purpose is unknown, endure.
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