Honest Questions

We are: Soldiers in a battle, A battle for lives Children seeking open doors, Confident knowing we will find it Dreamers with our eyes wide open We are: Family, Knit together by a single thread- Hope Visionaries with a mission- Relentless Life is our quest Soldiers in and out of season We are: One, In this fight On this journey One on this quest One on this journey We are: In darkness We've been given the light We are Hikers On a climb The climb of our lives  We are: One, In this fight On this journey One on this quest One on this journey Fighting against time Dedicated to Enzo ❤️ RIP

Innocent Man By Wilbanice A April 2020 “I’ve walked this path along with you What feels like ages Along this sepulchral path of victory... To death Innumerous instants ,  That I cannot shake Grim reminders...  Each drop of blood,  Keeping me awake Humanity’s greyist hours,  Our existence lagg'd In this barren place; While the seasons dragg'd Slowly o'er His face. Will no one stand up? Will no one defend ? This poor battered soul... This innocent man? I can’t help but be troubled by the sight... Not one offense Yet dragging all our sins,  In between tears and breaths He says, “Father, please forgive them,” Humanity’s greyist hours,  Our existence lagg'd In this barren place; While the seasons dragg'd Slowly o'er His face.                                   Inconceivable agony    Splatte...

Written Msy 9, 2009 Untitled Each one of our stories, Individualized, Became a song, Trickling down  The streams of time Currents brought us all To the still waters of a deeply rooted tree It’s branches nearly naked,  With every fallen leaf Each barren branch, a season of our lives,  Periods of tests, suffering, and trials  Courage nourishes the tree,  As strength, rises up Eastern Skies  Reviving petals wilted off the flower that was dying,  Reopen vibrantly, Once again blooming,  Each one of our stories, Individualized, Became a song, Trickling down  The streams of time Our stories Our songs  Are not of our own For they all empty into one sea Sweet melodies, Soundtracks of time Peacefully play over each of our lives

Our lives are not our own... For we are bound to one another, In our joy and our sorrow, We carry each other Our suffering we offer, Our offerings uplift another And so in our bearing our cross We relieve the weight off our brother From the perfection demanded ...by a people Who know not their origin, Whom know not their identity or forgiveness Blinded by empty ambition Cheap endeavors,  Truth has become foreign Forgetting we are of One body On the alter, the Sacrifice awaits For us to Surrender ... Pride and egos stripped away For us to Surrender  Everything  Whether we loved Whether we were transformed  Or stayed the same  Surrender  Only In our dying to this world Will we begin to truly LIVE