SHOP SHOP SHOP........SMH

25

I gave you a part of what I have because I knew the worth . 

I looked at your hands as a pair of the grandest on earth. I carefully placed a portion that I knew you were capable of executing; into those hands for your doing. 

For some of the same ,multiplying what I gave was their aim; 5times..10 times of the portion given But You looked at it , twirled it around a bit , held it out before you as a mirror looking for your image in it, and carried it for awhile ,seeing if it fit your style. 

You even placed it in your pocket,underneath you pillow and slept on it,even put it somewhere safe and locked it. 

Then when the time was spent and the busyness too You looked around and placed it in the ground. I arose sure that you had it and to see what you did with it.

Came and asked for my portion back You looked in my eyes,dug around a bit and gave it intact.

I never took my eyes off of you ,you just stared back I asked ,“What is this I hold?” 

You said, “It’s what you gave me ,and it started to get old ,so I dug a spot for it,nice and warm away from the cold.” 

“But I could have done that ! It was mine to entrust to you.The ones who it meant the least to,doubled and tripled more than you” 

You replied ,“But you have EVERYTHING and and could get more.How could this small bit,be something you care for?  

“Even a spec more would have made my heart smile,made my trusting you worth while.You dont understand...thinking I’d be pleased because you hid it. Who receives a gift and doesn’t unwrap it?Has a book but never opens it?Has seed but never plants it?Never looking for the increase or fulfillment.If you don’t see the worth of a gift,it will never be .If you don’t know the heart of the giver,then to You its better off in the ground not with me. What you had was a small corner in a big picture,and you failed to see.If you don’t take what I given and use it,you will forever lose it and be of no worth to me. 

  "I dont understand,WHY would you give it to ME?The least of them,the smallest bit?You gave more to them,OF COURSE they'd increase it!God the vision You SEE is bigger than me" 

"How you misunderstood me,the servant and the master .All this time You don't really know me.I knew that if I could trust you with the small the rest would would be of no worry.The one who takes work in the least of it ,has a heart like me. Make no mistakes,those who increase for me,will be blessed. The vision and the plan are never equated with the limits of man.So the things I see are Great like me " 

BY Keoka

Poem based off the Parable of the Talents- Matthew 25 

Sheesh!If you're anything like me,you have sooo much on you mind,in your plate, work load, that you DONT know what to do with it.Looking for and understanding what to do in this thing called life can sometimes be like finding a needle in a haystack..BUT! it's possible.Every step is a step. One motto,that I have been living by,is ..."What you have to do in this world hasn't been done ,til YOU do it"...That secures my reason for breathing.How about for you? So I write them (goals) down and I check on them,every step is a step.Just take them. OK THAT'S ENOUGH WRITING FOR NOW.

Harlem Nectar

-A ROSE FROM THE CONCRETE,MORE GENUINE THAN THE IMAGE"
The story is not always about the damn near dead ,but the beauty rising.-

Harlem Nectar

I'm so over the ghetto prodigies,and hood anthems swallowed like prophecies
Born in a land praised by the outside
Objectively looking in but subjective in their choices....they pass us on their train ride
I want to get to the substance of this
The sweet part
I am a rose from the concrete
Even more genuine than the image
The journey is not always about the damn near dead...but also about the ones who got around it
Or the story can remain...
From gutter to glory and the writings surrounding the story
A land where babies know more than the elders
A land where the elders living longer then their fruit
Where heart attacks kill the youth and the old grow stronger

Where the youth know no "wrong"
the Nectar is the sweet part of the flower,that only a few see
The Nectar is the You,the Nectar is me.
What do you have to change the story?
Shaking heads ,not cold from the air
Heads bowed from the needles of despair
Heads bowed for the ultimate fight in prayer
Heads bowed because you remember what its like to be there
The girl searching for father in the damnedest places
Hand cupped around tear filled faces

In arms not even strong enough to hold themselves
In money made with the same intents as hell.
Nectar isn't relatively visible to every eye-witness news
The Nectar is me,the Nectar is YOU.

Inspired by a bus ride- KE