Robe me, cloak me, king me with King's heart
So I'd be a powerful visionary,
eloquent and articulate, courage of a lion's heart
March peacefully,
Speak bodly,
Study diligently,
Pray consistently,
Drape me in King's passion,
Make it so everlasting
That my story is a classic,
So intense some can't handle it
Some want to bottle and time capsule it,
Others want to downplay and diminish it,
Others YouTube and make memories of it
Can my gift be so heaven-sent
That my scent permeates of King's lament?
So evident in all my evidence,
Like my words, actions and thoughts
My letters, speeches and quotes,
My music, lyrics and notes,
The fruit of his doing is not quieted in his death
It comes alive in my life,
Not stagnant or asleep
His life is full in my heart, a steady beat
Constant in the life of my seed
Sowing joy, kindness and peace
So the benefits of it she’ll reap
And even though she’s a Queen, she’s blessed by the blood of the King
With the tenacity of King
This piece isn't just about King
It's about the King
Who called King
To call them to change
So, please King me
Drape me, cloak me, change me,
Rearrange my thoughts to be aligned with his thoughts
Then we'll all be Kings, after the King's heart
Putting action to the dream
Don't need one day to remind me what the King did for me.
The dream isn't just for me,
It goes deep,
across generations and boundaries,
To every man and every tribe, every tongue and every nation.
This poem isn't just for me,
I'll print it, fold it, seal it and enclose it:
To Trinity.
Copyright © Tiffany Collins January 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Plenipotentiary
I wanted to write a poem but didn't have a title or subject. So, I used dictionary.com's word of the day. It is plenipotentiary, (adj) meaning "containing or conferring full power; invested with full power; as 'plenipotentiary license; plenipotentiary ministers." Ha ha, such an easy word, right? lol. Here goes nothing. Jon Bibbs as my soundtrack...
I think I'll write my vows now,
Write them on my heart,
Invisibly tattooed on my chest
Etch-A-Sketch them oh-so carefully
but please don't shake and stir my heart
and erase these words that have been prescribed on my heart
since the beginning of God's time
Because he knew my heart
needed to have a heart for him
And even though I haven't met him
I'll pen words for him
Attach them with words like grace, favor, mercy and love,
Allow him plenipotentiary access to me
In high degree
So, I say I do to you
who's given himself plenipotentiary rule to You
His dictator.
Yes,
Sure,
Ok,
I'll be submissive me
To submissive you
And because I trust God, I trust you.
I accept fallacies, faults, imperfections
As perfect for me
Thankful that you'll allow me to be by your side
To dream, make plans, make babies
Build companies and a home
Your love language will be my native tongue,
I'll speak it fluently
To get all fluidity,
Flowing, changing readily
when outside factors try and fracture
Tatter or taint the 1 Corinthians picture
The vows I mentioned are sketched in scripture
Invisibly tattooed on my chest
Across my heart,
A meditative prescript
Written on my lips,
So it will never slip
Love never made it past the garden without God
I need all that's destined for me
So let's not bite from that apple's tree
I give God plenipotentiary license to me
In present tense
To build on my future tense
Making my past tense irrelevant and opposite,
Building life on cement,
Blocks of concrete,
To make sure I'm concrete
that no sand slips between these feet
Solid ground has met me
And I'm staring him in the face,
As beautiful as I imagined,
Met me at the altar,
Now I see an image of God's grace.
Copyright © 2011. Tiffany M. Collins.
I think I'll write my vows now,
Write them on my heart,
Invisibly tattooed on my chest
Etch-A-Sketch them oh-so carefully
but please don't shake and stir my heart
and erase these words that have been prescribed on my heart
since the beginning of God's time
Because he knew my heart
needed to have a heart for him
And even though I haven't met him
I'll pen words for him
Attach them with words like grace, favor, mercy and love,
Allow him plenipotentiary access to me
In high degree
So, I say I do to you
who's given himself plenipotentiary rule to You
His dictator.
Yes,
Sure,
Ok,
I'll be submissive me
To submissive you
And because I trust God, I trust you.
I accept fallacies, faults, imperfections
As perfect for me
Thankful that you'll allow me to be by your side
To dream, make plans, make babies
Build companies and a home
Your love language will be my native tongue,
I'll speak it fluently
To get all fluidity,
Flowing, changing readily
when outside factors try and fracture
Tatter or taint the 1 Corinthians picture
The vows I mentioned are sketched in scripture
Invisibly tattooed on my chest
Across my heart,
A meditative prescript
Written on my lips,
So it will never slip
Love never made it past the garden without God
I need all that's destined for me
So let's not bite from that apple's tree
I give God plenipotentiary license to me
In present tense
To build on my future tense
Making my past tense irrelevant and opposite,
Building life on cement,
Blocks of concrete,
To make sure I'm concrete
that no sand slips between these feet
Solid ground has met me
And I'm staring him in the face,
As beautiful as I imagined,
Met me at the altar,
Now I see an image of God's grace.
Copyright © 2011. Tiffany M. Collins.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Reflection
Could I breathe in the blessings you have for me?
And exhale the backbiting scrutiny I see?
Could I take in my hands the plans I've made,
write them down on paper,
stretch them on my bed,
sew them together,
and make a quilt I could use to keep comfort forever?
Can I read with illumination the book given from inspiration
Catapult it to revelation,
make it my occupation
to make it my heart's dedication,
Dedicate this life to you who died for me?
I tried running this race on my own,
But my feet got tired and I started walking.
If I came with three heavy bags that had two heavier bags attached,
Would you still carry me?
If I had scars, tears and scrapes,
Invisible to your eye but recognizable to my heart,
Would you still rescue me?
If you knew where I could be found but I was avoiding you,
evading you, ignoring you,
Would you still look for me?
Shout for me?
Scream for me?
Send someone after me?
See,
I've got this overwhelming need for someone to look after me
To avoid history repeating
To keep my feet solid,
My mind in solitary confinement.
See,
Sometimes my reflection doesn't reflect me,
Doesn't feel like the me I see
Need Him to intervene
When doubt and fear try to infiltrate me,
And I don't see the me you see,
trying to get me to wallow in self-pity,
thoughts coming to interrogate me
From being the bigger me,
The beautiful me,
Trying to make me forget His reflection eternally,
shines on me,
Don't need Talib Kweli to remind me of me.
Even with bags that try to hold weight on me,
Scars that try to disable me,
Breath that tries to escape from me,
Tears trying to blind me
From the me you see.
Can the mirror show your reflection in me?
And exhale the backbiting scrutiny I see?
Could I take in my hands the plans I've made,
write them down on paper,
stretch them on my bed,
sew them together,
and make a quilt I could use to keep comfort forever?
Can I read with illumination the book given from inspiration
Catapult it to revelation,
make it my occupation
to make it my heart's dedication,
Dedicate this life to you who died for me?
I tried running this race on my own,
But my feet got tired and I started walking.
If I came with three heavy bags that had two heavier bags attached,
Would you still carry me?
If I had scars, tears and scrapes,
Invisible to your eye but recognizable to my heart,
Would you still rescue me?
If you knew where I could be found but I was avoiding you,
evading you, ignoring you,
Would you still look for me?
Shout for me?
Scream for me?
Send someone after me?
See,
I've got this overwhelming need for someone to look after me
To avoid history repeating
To keep my feet solid,
My mind in solitary confinement.
See,
Sometimes my reflection doesn't reflect me,
Doesn't feel like the me I see
Need Him to intervene
When doubt and fear try to infiltrate me,
And I don't see the me you see,
trying to get me to wallow in self-pity,
thoughts coming to interrogate me
From being the bigger me,
The beautiful me,
Trying to make me forget His reflection eternally,
shines on me,
Don't need Talib Kweli to remind me of me.
Even with bags that try to hold weight on me,
Scars that try to disable me,
Breath that tries to escape from me,
Tears trying to blind me
From the me you see.
Can the mirror show your reflection in me?
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Boxing
A broken connection,
Widening the space between our space
System moving at a snail's pace
Seem like it's a cat and mouse race
And I'm always giving chase
Phone calls coming way too late
and further in between
Changing my strategy in this boxing ring
Body shots starting to sting
Bruised on the inside each time that bell rings
Unlimited rounds of going round and round
That sharp, piercing dreaded sound
Who's the referee?
Is my opponent even in the match with me?
The seed is here,
But she needs food
Sun AND water,
Water AND sun,
Can I subsitute sun with His only begotten son?
Because this is no fun
And this fight's not won
When no one has won
And I'm guilty of throwing cheap shots
So my words can be known as 'forget-me-nots'
Could this fight be declared a draw?
My eyesight is impaired and I can't see clearly
My arms have grown weary
Cramp in my hamstring
Ready for the fat lady to sing
My fluid maneuverability has gotten the best of me
Bobbing and weaving trying to get the best shot...
It doesn't become me
Take the gloves off
My wingspan isn't far-reaching enough
To reach you,
And not bruise her.
So,
Today I'll stop fighting,
No more boxing.
Widening the space between our space
System moving at a snail's pace
Seem like it's a cat and mouse race
And I'm always giving chase
Phone calls coming way too late
and further in between
Changing my strategy in this boxing ring
Body shots starting to sting
Bruised on the inside each time that bell rings
Unlimited rounds of going round and round
That sharp, piercing dreaded sound
Who's the referee?
Is my opponent even in the match with me?
The seed is here,
But she needs food
Sun AND water,
Water AND sun,
Can I subsitute sun with His only begotten son?
Because this is no fun
And this fight's not won
When no one has won
And I'm guilty of throwing cheap shots
So my words can be known as 'forget-me-nots'
Could this fight be declared a draw?
My eyesight is impaired and I can't see clearly
My arms have grown weary
Cramp in my hamstring
Ready for the fat lady to sing
My fluid maneuverability has gotten the best of me
Bobbing and weaving trying to get the best shot...
It doesn't become me
Take the gloves off
My wingspan isn't far-reaching enough
To reach you,
And not bruise her.
So,
Today I'll stop fighting,
No more boxing.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Heart Attack
Slow motion, fast heart,
Palpitations of a broken heart.
I've got broken fragments of my heart scattered across my pillow,
I call to them every night.
As night falls is where my peace comes
For with peace I find God when there's no one.
Slow motion, fast heart,
My heart bleeds for my dreams that have yet to find escape,
Putting pen to pad
Fingers to type,
Visions to inscribe
Hearts to ignite.
Whose says I can't be that one?
Breaking past the opinions of that "someone"
People putting hopes on pause because of that "someone"
Black and white lives lost because "someone" said they'd be no one...
So dumb.
My song is tied in the heart of my mother, grandmother, great-grandmothers
Who prayed as slaves, bodies in unmarked graves,
That song that stifles in my chest,
Burns like the heated fire that I lose sleep over,
No contest.
That same song is the same one that aids my heart to beat over and over,
Still I,
put in on the desk,
Put it aside; punch in my 9 to 5
No late nights, my body needs rest.
Distractions, dramas,
Slow motion, fast heart
Looking up, wondering when's my life gonna start?
But I'll start now
Because they're no time like the present time,
Older but not dead,
Sleep, now I'm awake
My example is at stake.
Trinity's sleeping in her bed
Mommy's up, knocking at that dream bed
Late nights, early mornings
Because forever God speaks to me
Slow motion, fast heart,
Rewind, press Start.
Palpitations of a broken heart.
I've got broken fragments of my heart scattered across my pillow,
I call to them every night.
As night falls is where my peace comes
For with peace I find God when there's no one.
Slow motion, fast heart,
My heart bleeds for my dreams that have yet to find escape,
Putting pen to pad
Fingers to type,
Visions to inscribe
Hearts to ignite.
Whose says I can't be that one?
Breaking past the opinions of that "someone"
People putting hopes on pause because of that "someone"
Black and white lives lost because "someone" said they'd be no one...
So dumb.
My song is tied in the heart of my mother, grandmother, great-grandmothers
Who prayed as slaves, bodies in unmarked graves,
That song that stifles in my chest,
Burns like the heated fire that I lose sleep over,
No contest.
That same song is the same one that aids my heart to beat over and over,
Still I,
put in on the desk,
Put it aside; punch in my 9 to 5
No late nights, my body needs rest.
Distractions, dramas,
Slow motion, fast heart
Looking up, wondering when's my life gonna start?
But I'll start now
Because they're no time like the present time,
Older but not dead,
Sleep, now I'm awake
My example is at stake.
Trinity's sleeping in her bed
Mommy's up, knocking at that dream bed
Late nights, early mornings
Because forever God speaks to me
Slow motion, fast heart,
Rewind, press Start.
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