Name:Kyle Country:United States State:Tennessee Metro:Memphis Birthday:5/22/1982 Gender:Male
Interests:being spontaneous, acting a fool, being around people, Writing, eating cereal, living to show i love God, listening to music (a big part of my life and an outlet for me), sports, having conversations with content and that go beyond face value
- - Just a rant for what my mind was on all last night. Had to put it down. I've been in Mexico, started full time at my job, and am finishing the class i'm in since i last posted. So it has been busy. Hope all is well. much love - -
Its so hard sometimes when things don’t go how you’d like,
You want her to like the sight of you but it doesn’t work right,
And it feels like you attract everyone else but her to your side,
All you hope is she’ll desire to be with you eventually in time,
Then you have those around that love to hate and get in your way,
Not that you’d be looking to just get a quick taste and play games,
She’s got her mind right, so beautiful, and seeks Christ every day,
So in this path of life you’d prefer to be together along the way,
Then you struggle with doubts, like you’re not her type, and what not,
She may like your boy, cause he gives her the Abercrombie model shot,
Everything seem funny from him cause she intoxicated on the looks that he got,
But you still play it cool, prayin God brings you a wife, and it’ll be her that he brought,
A lot of entities seem to knock her off the chance that it could ever be,
In your interactions you cling to believe that the trance could turn reality,
But stay focused on getting to have that heart to heart in hopes you find the keys,
Even if you have to pick the lock, cause you’re down for doing the little things,
You wish you had the ability to convince God that your lives need intertwined,
But you eventually fall onto faith that doesn’t falter cause He has the design,
This crush just conquers all thoughts of pride and independence she’d possibly find,
Cause you’ll drop it knowing God has you with her, and its His best for her in mind.
Grant me a moment away from writing to brag on God's work in a friend of mine. Those of you that appreciate a good lyric or two need to check out my Dwayne Tryumf. I know him from a discipleship program we went through here in the states. He is now back overseas bringing some heat.
You must check it out if you are a hip hop head ...
So i have been trying to keep up with my goal to write at least one morning each week. I haven't been the best, but today i was able to get something accomplished. It may seem rushed as you read it, but that's all i had time for! i hope your year is starting well. much love
The motivation for this was over a conversation i had with a girl involved in something similar. I started to judge the situation and share with her what i feel love really entails. I constantly see too many women (and some fellas), keep going back to partners who have no clue what it means to love. But then i checked myself and saw that i am messing up love just as much as the next person. So here we go... "just another story about the wrong path..."
Gary looks for a party to crash, got his boy Jay to co-wreck with/
people looking at him suspect, so he found the first girl he could step with/
for at times his mouth claimed Jesus, but his body wasn’t corrected/
sippin on the best he could afford but the sore of his reality was still infected/
see the baby mama he used to love before she got pregnant, is now neglected/
can’t run away so to gather up strength, finds a man who gets her connected/
whatever she can manage, the money makes it so they feel they are protected/
now she strippin on the best poles that helps her afford food til Gary inspected/
now he wants her to stop doing these things cause he say he so-called collected/
said he wants to take her back and make it better, that’s what he suggested/
next day he tells her to take on a degree, but he never took on prereq'uites/
so she slaving for the three, he parties, smokes weed,again she’s feelin dejected/
what died of this which we practiced called love,can’t be resurrected/
unless you drop the stupidity of the culture’s perspective/
this may be the extreme case, but its highly suggestive/
we are guilty to some degree, so break from what the world’s in check with/
only Christ can be the scene of what it means, so stop the selfish and flesh it/
I kind of had a hint of regret looking back on my old days. Even though God has forgiven my past, i still know that conversation, with whoever I date or marry, will have to happen when that time is right. With that in mind, I just wrote out my thoughts.... feedback/critiques are appreciated.
As I see us in this, an unseen dream, many times I tried to make it what it isn’t/
Puttin’ myself in positions that would indisputably make you feel offended/
Only playfully passin’ on opportunities that are never in my best of interests/
It’d make you so indignant, my flesh awakes n’ takes stakes on lust like it’s its prison/
Instead of pumpin’ breaks, I’ve flaked, i hate that I stray from the right decision/
And no defense then, I wasn’t fenced in, for I never left those rooms that I sinned in/
Then my sentence rests in the one who possesses the world’s waters in his hand/
I pray someday you’ll forgive and understand I’m trying to be a better man/
I’m caught up though, cause my past doesn’t want to let go and can’t be canned/
Feelings of confusion, cause ill views of truth cause delusion with the printed plan/
Every seed was freed in my greed, so no longer will those flames be with the fan/
Our culture accepts this man that flies in the face of God, but I cant let him stand/
Now I strive to keep alive the hope of one day meeting you, with a pure sight/
Ladies plotting schemes of less sanctity trying to sanction me to not do right/
Taking it slow for the fast lane had its toll, I want to show you that I live in the light/
That way I can handle your heart with what I have, so please stay by my side/
Keep it open and honest with the promise of showing I won’t stop in this fight/
You’ll be my lady with no shady sharing causing baggage, for my baby’s delight/
Leaving no opposition with props or vision as they try to hit us with what they hurl/
Your merit won’t melée for measure, cause you’ll always be treasured like a pearl/
You’re not suspect on your strength, I know we’ll survive and ride out the road’s curls/
Continue to confide in God as our core, He can keep us when the globe whorls/
As we get together, we’ll handle the weather and fetter down to each other’s world/
But nothing can improve upon my past I’ve publicized in this letter to my unknown girl.