Message to Whitney

Message to Whitney
    I realize that in this life to try and live up to others' expectations is actually a step down from the expectations of what and where "The Father" wants us to be. You see we all fall short of His Glory. The path to a brighter future and a higher level does not rest in the hands of another man, it lies in the spirit and soul of each individual waiting to be awakened and set free! It was paid for and placed inside of us long before our arrival in this world. Remember we are all uniquely created to live amongst each other, not to be each other, and to deliver our own special gift which blesses each other. That is the beauty of life.

     There has always (since the beginning of time) been those blessed to deliver the gift of music and song to touch the ears of the masses in a soothing way to make us feel the joy and pain that lies ahead on the journey home. These special gifts were not requested first by the blessed ones, they were given first from the ultimate one and then delivered to us His people. Their voices always seem to make our life travels a little easier and yet the expectations we (Not the Creator) place on the messenger are often too much to bare. The ills of this world cannot be fought by any of us for too long without GOD stepping in so as is the case with all of Gods gifts to this world once the purpose is complete  He brings us back home. R.I.P. MS. WHITNEY HOUSTON …YOUR GIFT WAS WELL RECEIVED!  

  

©2012 Thomas L. White III

Visions

Through the windows to my soul, I captured the image of the most obscene vision

That I would ever see.

It's the un-natural act of a man made famine on dark skinned people who once were

just like me!

Through the windows to my soul I've seen innocent little babies become hardened drug dealers,

As they sell their souls to wear designer clothes on the way to becoming prison cell fillers.

I've seen the daily prayer taken out of schools, replaced by metal detectors and gun toting fools

Resulting in children of all colors with no educational tools thinking respect is found

in their Air Jordan shoes

I've seen a mother and her child barely alive starving day to day, and the buffet plate over-running

with food as people take one bite and throw the rest away

I've watched a father of a child quit his job with a smile because the judge had ordered him to pay

And I close my eyes to these painful visions and I pray that GOD will show us a better way.

Through the windows to my soul I see blood on the streets in lands that were once so peaceful and calm

And I see political fanatics and military power addicts on CNN praising this damn smart bomb

I've seen the truth distorted and drug cartels courted for the sake of the almighty dollar

And the politicians keep lying and plastic cards get people buying and it makes you want

To scream and holler

I've watched the rich get richer and the poor get poorer in what we call a democracy

Where the insurance and oil companies keep scheming, and the less fortunate keep on dreaming

of ways to escape this hypocrisy.

I often wish that my eyes didn't see, the dark things shown through these visions to me

But would being blind really change the times or the vision that GOD wants my spirit to see

For I've based most of my decisions to avoid lifes collisions on nothing more than

these ever changing visions!

©2005 Thomas L. White III 

"Wrong Song"

Though she sees...she's often blind

Baby girl walking into the dark...unaware of what she'll find

Yet she's guided by the music...the thump of the bass

Those lyrics of negativity that will...lead her to disgrace

She looks for attention...in all the wrong places

Looks for approval...from all the wrong faces

But she knows so much...this baby girl with a smile

Though barely a teen she already...has a child

Seems only last year she was...long braids and pig tails

Double dutch, barbie dolls, girl scout but now...different cookie's sale

Her face says her life has all changed...innocence thrown in the trash

She's now a baby making babies

For a lustful moments' decision that will forever last

I wonder just where did she obtain... these so called skills

That will relegate her sweet soul...to a life of reaching

Was it the mixed messages from her parents?...was it her paster's preaching?

Or was it too little of both, replaced by some music video doing the DAMN TEACHING!

http://youtu.be/o04ffKT4orc

©2003 Thomas L. White III