Times are hard

[BABy's WORLD]

Times are hard

As I walk along my path of destiny
Tiny wrinkles and lines define what is seen
I cringe at the blasphemy of matrimony
Phony
The word some have committed to this beautiful bond
That creates Security

I shake my head
When I get out of bed
And place my palms
In an
Up turned position
As I beseech my Father

Another day

I walk among the living dead
Dead to the purpose of what
One has been created for
Therefore

NOTHING

Is what is produced

How can this be truth?
Nothing is created to not
Revel inside of the masterful
Design of which it was stated

HUMANS with no cause
A thought most unrelated to
THE MOST HIGH

So I Sigh

But

I do know that hope exist
HE created this inside of Mighty FIST
And it rains down on the Masses everyday
Washing iniquity and the pity-spirit away

Pride of God
Admission of His existence
Gives Dignity of self
A PURPOSE in life
This gives order
And ends the confusion
Of what one should do
And removes

STRIFE

I am wife to thought
And daughter to progression
Sister to a nation

Voice of elation
And a conduit
Of peace and beauty

Shall we do our duty?
And raise thought and
Mind flares through
Art

Give compassion and wisdom
From words embedded inside
Of Hearts

That was created to cause verbal
Spillage


Allow it to seep inside of membranes
Created to replicate goodness
Digest and Reproduce

Times are hard
But
They can make us better
If
We
Choose

BABy©2009