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My Plan Not My Purpose
The apartment is gravely positioned down a stretch of road littered with trash on both sides. On any given night it would not be safe to walk alone. Weeds overgrown with a wilderness that mimics the very people that lived there. The apartment buildings exhibit an exhausted appearance of a woman once pretty but now worn and ugly from the men that have run through and in her.
The stairwell that leads to an upstairs apartment is dark, damp, and dingy.
My plan not my purpose led me up the stairs to one of the darkest seasons of my life. At no specific time, the smell of burnt plastic would fill the air. I soon learned this was the smell of crack cocaine.
My plan to be independent led me to sleep on an old mattress laid on the scuffed wooden floor of an apartment void of life. No furniture…
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My Plan Not My Purpose (2)
Part 2
One chair sits across an empty room on a plain discolored wall next to the door. A little television sits propped on the chair serving as entertainment that in a short period of time proved to be a distraction out of poverty. For the next four hours, cartoons would be the choice of education for these men. Men that had single mothers, children and “baby mommas” that awaited the attention of a man with purpose, drive and ambition that was so needed to destroy the generational curses of sin and poverty that was exposed every time I stepped onto the pavement of the apartments that were gravely positioned down a stretch of road littered with trash on both sides.
My plan, not my purpose had me embarrassed and angry at the position I had placed myself in.
The smell of crack cocaine came in between the stints of…
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Holes in My Shoes
In the shadow of the lonely nights we often wonder about the missing pieces of our lives. We take many steps in the shoes that we wear. Some by choice. Some by force. We walk in these shoes carrying all the weight of the world. The weight so heavy that holes appear in those shoes.... Continue Reading →
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Living Purposeless
I remember when I thought your way was the best way. Dreams hidden deep inside. Lost to the reason of my existence. Instead metamorphosing into a stranger. A stranger living inside me. A stranger marrying a stranger. A stranger raising strange kids. Doing strange things thinking it was the way. A stranger losing purpose... Continue Reading →
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Cannot…
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Mist of the Rubble
Standing up in the mist of the rubble has proven difficult for most. Many of us have taken up refuge in the middle of the rough edges and broken pieces of friendships, marriages, communities, dreams, and success. We have been trapped in what seems like the bottom of a building collapsed by the instability of... Continue Reading →
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Living in the Wrong Paradise (part 3)
Today July 8th, I craved peace but peace did not come. My truth was filled with visions, feelings, and hopes that were as dark as the night on a back country road in the deepest woods of Georgia. This darkness that reminded me of the late night nightmares that haunted my spirit and soul could... Continue Reading →
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Can I Come Up…
Can I come up to the place that keeps you sane? Where the wind blows all your cares away. Where the freedom pushes you to soar in the universe of opportunities. Where the clouds impersonate your long lost imaginary friends. Where the beautiful blue sky takes you into a day dream filled with miracles that energizes all your senses. Where the squirrels... Continue Reading →
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