Ink Blood Session 1

My pen, my companion, my friend. It displays MY emotion
My heartbreak caused it to cry away
My happiness made the tears fade away
For the pain given and pain given away
My pen did cry away
Lessons learned made my pen flow
Many memories made my pen smile
The night can make it cry
Seemingly painful cries to the moon
From a beast mouth or the human mind
The pen just cries away
The death of friendship... physically. My pen cried away
Not just because of the menace in the night, but for the confusion within them
Character photo copied and distorted into something I aborted... the pen just cries away

Dear Lord

Its me BC
Good and faithful servant, BC
Fall short of your glory all the time, BC
Imperfect verbally and non verbally, BC
Imperfect consciously and unconsciously, BC
I’m the one you send those dreams to
You know the ones of about tears of blood and standing before millions speaking
Or the one when I speak the mountains move and when I turn around there’s a blinding light
The one u gave the gift of writing to
And the same one who fights everyday with himself and whatever jus to put pen to pad
I’m the one who says its hard to pray for himself
I’m the one who feels misunderstood by the world
The one who fell for that one girl and you took her from this earth.
The one who fell for that other girl and you took her away from my heart.
The one who fell for the next girl and I lost my heart…and had to find it again
I’m the one you send people to when they are hurting
The one who hates to ask for help, the one who hates to pray for himself
But will pray for an enemy
Sometimes I feel like I am meant to be a success with no equal
No counterpart, no partner to any capacity
I’m the one who thanks you for my loved ones every day
And I’m the same one who sometimes feels alone in every way
Wipe my own tears away
But not if they’re the tears from a clown
Or the tears from clown moments
I just let those type of tears burn

I’m the one whos dreams will come a reality
I’m a strong man, because of you
Because of you I can wake up each morning smiling, no matter what happened the night before
You are the reason for my smile
When I can’t go to anyone else I can come to you
This is my ministry…Writing
This is my passion, and I must redirect it toward you.
There’s nothing that anyone on this earth can do for me that you can’t do better
Dear Lord
I thank you for my breath
I thank you for peace of mind
I thank you for my family
I thank you for the love I have in my heart
I thank you for the dept of it, I thank you for the passion of it, I thank you for making my heart big enough to handle it
I thank you for my friends; I thank you for my life
I thank you for sending your Son to die for me so I can one day be in your Glory.

I’m sorry for depending on others for what you have offered me since birth…Love
I’m sorry that I don’t talk to you as much as I should…cuz I need you desperately
All the heartbreak and constant pain in my heart is overshadowed by the overwhelming love
So I’m gonna keep smiling, I’m gonna move toward who would have me to be
Cuz without you there is no me
So I’m gonna be a man an stand up and pray
I pray for all those Ive hurt…I pray they know im sorry
I pray for my own hurt, and know that it only lasts for a season
I pray for the women of the world, but a special prayer for my black women
For they are my visible queens.
Cuz from one I was birthed
I pray for the men of the world, but a special prayer for my black men
Cuz that’s the first kind ive seen
That’s the kind that has been there for me
For those closest to my heart and those farthest from it…I pray for you all
I pray for those who don’t believe in you
Because I know you believe in them
So as I sit here with a tear rolling down my cheek, that feels like a small piece of lava
I wipe it away lift up my head and smile…all because of you…Thank You

Not My Body

I have no choice, because it’s not my body
I can help create
Acts I can participate
But it’s not my body
No ring on your finger so you not obligated to call me
Tell me a week later and say you sorry
Or 8 months later have your momma contact me
Maybe just don’t tell me it all
Ain’t no Stat Quo nigga
Run away from me, I would’ve ran away wit cha
What do you need? I would breathe for you if I could
Carry this for you; or at least be there like a man should
But I didn’t get the option
Didn’t get a say so
Cuz I’m just a man
I can shed tears
I can morn
I can feel rage
But I can’t make a decision for you
Common courtesy would be nice
Simple notification would suffice
I guess im just a man and it ain’t my life
No grudges, no hate not even an ill thought
I was told to get over it and get over it I shall
I represent the brothas righteous and those who will see the fires of hell
The ones that care, but why should we?
Cuz after all, it’s not our body
BC tha Gent

Nutrition

I used to write all the time
Words flowing from my hand to the pen
Makin its way to the paper…via my brain
I used to make jaws drop and draws flop
All wit these words
Via my penis
I used to cause different forms of enlightenment
Make people question entitlement
Make men think about commitment…or lack there of
All wit these words
By way of my chest
Via my heart
I used to write about a partner
Standing beside me as we put one the whole armor
In the Lords honor
What would she be like?? …I would ask myself and God
How long would it last? Is it someone from my past?
Or must I search in this world so vast?
I would dream that I would look in my inbox and there she was
Then look at accepted and missed calls and there she is
All logged on my call log
If I had a myspace you would mabe be able to read about her in the blog
I dreamed I found this partner…she was the best friend I ever had
she fills me up, like no other can...so that part of me would no long be empty
Then woke up to reality, still hungry, but still trusting

I used to write when I woke up
I used to write what I dreamed about
Now my dreams are clouded with doubt
Nobody doubts me but I sometimes doubt myself
If you have seen my dreams,
You might say “Hell Naw”
That’s too much to accomplish
Too much Lord
How can I do all this and get all these people on one accord?
I used to stay up late and write. Because I didn’t wanna lose a thought
Now I just go to sleep and let the thoughts stay in the attic of my mind
Starving and cold
Bombarded with thoughts of failure
But so blessed that its beyond measure
I used to write about love, understanding, peace, etc.
I used to write at every spare moment
Now spare moments escape me
And it seems I only think of writing in moments I can’t spare
Different parts of me still starving...but still trusting

The RIGHT Direction

The RIGHT Direction

At keys and at direction
God placed a woman of affection
Gracefully accepting the responsibility of his reflection
She operates in his sanctuary
Orchestrating her admiration through praise and song
When God uses her, his presence is strong
An anointing that the Lord will never abandon
When she punches in, everyone knows he is her companion
Simply put she is an instrument of his praise
Songs of glory and respect of his ways
She is vessel used to prep the crowd for his word
Knowing that in the preparation there is word heard
She is the choir director known to many
When she does her thing only few are left in their seats, if any
But she does it for the admiration of he who keeps us from falling
Keeps us walking not crawling
She does it for the right reasons
She does it for the glory of he who changes the season
She does it for the Glory of the most high
Because he takes her higher than any man could ever do
And as she would say “Trust in the Lord and he will and he will always see you true.”
She is much more than just a choir director…She is also a Christian.