Valet Del Roy - I'll Post Your Bail (uncut sound)

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Waiting - Valet Del Roy

(Waiting)...A Look into Perspective

"The spirit is willing but the flesh is WEAK!"...

Oh, some of us know the saying all too well. And some of us, even further know the meaning. I wrote "Waiting" to express the difficult struggle I was going through to try and avoid sex, wait for marriage and the failure of it.

Youthfulness is a beast, ain't it?

It was hard enough coming into the understanding of  what sex exactly was, what it meant and how to go about about it; especially, as a kid who spent much more time talking to other kids about it than adults. But, boy oh boy Whoda Knew what was going to happen once IT Happened. And like many others, it happened much too soon.

Years later, about the age of 20, I ended up on a 5yr - hiatus from sex. Along the way I also, was just again, after about 7yrs of rejecting it, trying to find my place in life as a young Christian man, I mean, backslider, no wait I mean, seeker/religious/rededicated... forget it.

My wayward self was looking intently for Jesus. And with all I had known about the Bible in mind, I said, "I'm waiting."...""Ima wait on, The Lord!"... ha, that ain't this, ok. The two don't go together.

Then I wrote the poem, 3yrs later broke, had sex again, then recorded the song.

Here's what came of that. I asked myself, what am I waiting for exactly? A wife? Permission to have sex? Sex free of guilt?.... I kept feeling like something was wrong with the fact that my focus was on "waiting!" Waiting was such a distraction. I'm thinking about avoiding and trying to keep from sexual advances...hmmm...and so how am I suppose to manage that. Every thought a sex block but because it's a sex block it's constantly in my face. And I'm the one putting it there more often than not. Because it was my focus and distraction all at the same time (And I'm not saying to practice chastity or to abstain from extramarital is any problem. I'm a fan of that.) But not if your focus is on "waiting" for sex in marriage rather that living the best life you know to with all that you've got. Because marriage and sex in marriage are amazing things to look forward to. If only someone had communicated it sooner in a way that prepared me to properly manage these things. And I'm sure someone tried to tell me even though I can't remember.

Needless to say, I stopped waiting and I'm done waiting, not because I'm back into the lifestyle of sexing women, but, because my focus isn't on waiting to love, be loved or have a regular. Rather I enjoy the idea of just living. Living my life and not waiting for something I don't know. I like what I do know. I'm Living to be Known, known for taking action to obtain what I want in my relationships. I'm much better off. I'm too busy living to wait for that day.

I prefer waiting for food I order, things I buy being shipped and people who I wish didn't but continue to preserve CPT... LOL... oh, wait, I be on that too sometimes.

VISIONS

Visions

In the scheme of modern things

I stand amongst the screams

If you freeze em like a snap shot

Then you would see a dream

They’re reaching after me

To catch me off my guard

If I give ear to one lie

Then the road to destruction starts

Standing on the stage loud speaking

Then behind the scenes

The secrets of internet seekings

We are not the weaklings

Impacting like bee stings

Changing lives

When we arise, from these dreams

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D-Roc - Thinking About It P2 & P3

The One

This can turn into a sermon, a teaching, a curriculum, a novel even. So don't do it. Especially because I'm not right now either, but I might. So cut me some slack and don't steal this one. Get it, 'this one', because I titled my post "The One". hahahahaha .......... man I crack myself up. Anyway, let me get this out. Ecclesiastes 3:11 says "He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end." (scroll down)










I think about relationships all day


For all that I am knowledgeable of and connected to


My relationships


Like a web that I am at the center at, I spread 360 degrees


It's straight, it's bent, it's boxed, it's flat


and all come back to me


My relationships


And something... always... is the closest... it... could possibly be


But all I want would be The One that centers these with me


I am never found alone, when even darkness finds its home, among the space where nothing roams, but lonely it can be


so when it has come down to this


The One becomes my need


In the eyes of all I see this plain as if a mirror placed in front of me is clear your face is what I see how can I see myself in ev-ree-ba-dee that I see when they're not me I only long and look for you where I see me you see my eyes they beg you please reveal yourself so that I see what lie beneath will match that hollow point which leaves me in my grief please be THE ONE!


My relationship.


Heart beating rapidly


Breathe not attached to me


Breathing won't produce peace


For this is how the soul rages


Causing the life to reach and cling


To relationship.


A web is not a road, it's oblivion


A road is not life, at the end from beginning


And this is not the way


The truth is that life is eternal .... ly


God


From my beginning


Death has been with me


"I'm looking for life", I say


but all you keep doing is mocking me


My Relationships.


I realized again you're not The One


The friend, lover, sister, brother, mother, other and EVERYTHING...


I looked again


"you, are not me."


"I'm looking for life" you say


"you, are not... me."


...


"give up" I heard


This came from not my web (lol)


I looked 360 degree and all of them still there


My relationships


"Which one of you have spoken, will you come out in the open, please move closer to this center fill this empty space with me"


Still nothing


Not one connection to my web tugging


"give up" I heard


I knew immediately. "The One"


"It's you, you are the one."


"please come and take this grief, please tell me this could be, who are you I can't see you, who are you,..."


"are you me"


Silence came to me.


then all so suddenly he said


"I AM THAT I AM"


"I AM"


" THE ONE"


....is He. not her. no thing.  not me.

Many Skies

I saw many skies today


They stare, standing at one of them


and families gather families to this Lake


Walking's and holdings
They're coming and going


Just passing it by


Some uncontrolled volume like ripples in time, move backwards to the place where the pebble declines


The sun's blaring yellow,
It spread to a purple
Proceeding from melting of orange


Thank You God for the many skies I see

Laboring Saints

Laboring Saints

It; comes in those hard times

Because worship starts after midnight

In the struggle of the flesh

Weak; while the spirit is willing

Secrets revealing the innermost longings for the petitions before the throne of Majesty

We cry for the lost

This travesty

Deceived

So we intercede for thee

Christ intercedes for us

 Fighting through the hours of the darkness

Praying unceasingly

As

Laboring Saints

3 Weeks Back!!!

Three weeks back of old bro ties and hi fives
Three weeks back were long hug holds and good byes

Three weeks back settling dust left untouched
Three weeks back kicking up dust as a must

Three weeks back was facebook, phone talks and Skype calls
Three weeks back and most ain't heard a word from me at all

Three weeks back handling problems tryna solve them
Three weeks back explaining how I even got them

Three weeks back working loving my job
Three weeks back working to try to get a job

Three weeks back rehearsing getting ready to act together
Three weeks back ready to keep my act together

Three weeks back and it still feels like Three weeks back
Three weeks back is hard to feel the Three weeks back

She Is Not A Dream

She stood there
Rail gripped, big lips steady pokin out
Tattoo on the foot, what I'm talkin bout
Curly hair, Thick and black
Big bubble glasses to match it
Grey top wrapping top figure
For a moment I gave thought that I could get her since
Her facial expressions kept flexin when my eyes turn to meet her
Because my hope  is just to please her so that I could catch that smile again
Daydreaming
Mist of thought caught floatin in the wind

Eclectic in her style
The beauty of those big blue eyes behind clear lenses
Her dark hair compliments
Spots of tattoos and presence of past piercings
Damn, she's sexy
She rocks the hair well
No nail polish, no Amish in her bloodstream
No smile either
Good thing it was a daydream

Blonde hair though I call it brown
Green eyes sometimes take on a tint of brown
But she'll turn red when the sun smile at her too long
And she cant help but smile
That ponytail is so swell
I caught a whiff of fragrant shampoo I think
And I am satisfied
Because she is not a dream

Something About Justice

* Wrote this back in March. Not posted because of recent judicial events but because of the time I had to go back and read what I wrote myself. I hope someone(anyone) can feel this and reflect the same. So here you go.

WE THINK WE UNDERSTAND JUSTICE
AS IF WE HAVE A RIGHT
TO SAY WHO'S WHO
AND WHAT'S WHAT
WHEN IT'S WRONG
AND IF IT'S FAIR
LIKE, WE'RE NOT THAT BAD

LET ME REMIND YOU
NO ONE IS RIGHTEOUS, NO NOT ONE
THAT'S WHAT THE BIBLE SAYS ANYWAY

AND I WISH I COULD APOLOGIZE FOR ALL THE LIES AND DECEPTIONS WE'VE BEEN TAUGHT SINCE OUR BEGINNINGS
BUT I CANT
BECAUSE I'VE DONE MY FAIR SHARE OF MESSING THINGS UP MYSELF
YES, ME.

YOUNG BLACK MINISTER, TEACHER, PREACHER, POET, MENTOR, CHRISTIAN
SINNING,  EX-POTHEAD, FORNICATING, LUSTFULLY THINKING, ANGER FILLED, CURSE WORD TALKING, RULE BREAKER, THIEF, MURDEROUS (THOUGH NOT CAUGHT OR CONVICTED), LYING, TOBACCO SMOKING, ALCOHOL DRINKING...

CHRISTIAN

BECAUSE SOME THINGS STILL CREEP IN THERE
AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO LIST ALL MY SINS
AND I PROMISE I'LL GET MAD IF YOU DISTRACT DURING my POEM
EVEN THE LOOKS ON SOME FACES CAUSE ME TO JUDGE YOU
BUT I THINK YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO RELATE

BUT THAT'S WHY I SAY "WE THINK WE UNDERSTAND JUSTICE"
BUT WE COULD BE THE CORRUPT JUDGES OF THE WORLD
WE OFTEN AREN'T CORRECT
BUT EVERYBODY SINS RIGHT?
THE WORST THING IS THAT WE ADMIT IT, JUST SO WE CAN LEVEL THE PLAYING FIELD AND DEFEND OURSELVES.
SO IF I'M THE JUDGE THEN WHAT IS GOD?

INNOCENT PEOPLE DIE, GOOD PEOPLE GET HURT, BAD PEOPLE GO FREE, AND WE... WE THINK WE GET IT...WE DON'T
BUT WHO ARE WE TO JUDGE WHAT GOD IS IN CONTROL OF?

GUILTY MANKIND WHO REJECT THE ONE WHO'S RIGHT
WHO KNEW WE WOULD FALL, BUT OFFERS US A FLIGHT
WHO KNEW WE WOULD KILL SO HE OFFERED HIS LIFE
WHO KNEW WE'D HAVE TROUBLE SO HE CHOSE TO SAVE US
WE REJECT HIS FREEDOM AND THE PATH HE MADE FOR US
WHO GAVE US A CHOICE TO TAKE THE STRAIGHT ROAD
INSTEAD WE TAKE TURNS AND SHORTCUTS BECAUSE WE CRAVE CONTROL

WE WANT IT ALL, BUT GET MAD WHEN IT'S KEPT FROM US
WHY SHOULD GOD TRUST US
HE DIED FOR US
BUT WE ACT LIKE WE'VE HAD ENOUGH
WE ACT LIKE IS WORD IS A BLUFF
WHAT IF HE LEFT US TO JUST-US
CHAOS WOULD BE A MUST!

BUT NO!

...ONE WORD - JESUS
FOR RULE BREAKING HEATHENS
...CONSEQUENCE OF DEATH
BUT WHO TOOK IT - HE DID!

THAT'S GRACE INSTEAD OF BEING CRUSHED

THAT'S LOVE

THAT'S JUSTICE

The Crease

I wrote this poem on a piece with a crease

The wrinkle in this page; like the hiccup in my story

The conflict in my life

Drawing all that is against me.....It's a re-run

It keeps cutting off before the end

Like a TV series jumping through time with no resolve

Each season completing deep meaning of small parts,

that don't help me understand the main characters

Beautiful isn't it

No abstract Painting Presented Pitiful Perished

Instead they saw a masterpiece

The WHOLE broken picture

Misunderstood

Made to fit a frame of captured beauty

In plain sight, it, enhances my intellect

Informs my creativity, stretches my understanding

Raises my bar

Like

From broken life to hope in Christ

Like death in sin to salvation in Him

Like  facing trail and being acquitted

All because I knew I was wrong and then I admitted it

Still found to be useful

To deliver an earful, my tongue tool, a mouthful, of no bull

.....and that's kinda cool

So then what about you, you've got gifts too, He'll use you too

and we'll help, you'll see

That's why I wrote this poem on a piece with a crease

To tell his great testimonies

Of you

and

Me

Are you trying to figure me out? (uh-un)

Call it Eerie
I enjoy staring
Watching
Stealthily going about
As if undetected
Knowing they notice but don't see
Ignoring your thoughts
I'm sure you wonder
... Just call it Eerie

Say it's Diametric
Critically thinking
Actually listening
Loyal to the core
Wanting to love
Formally understanding
No, I'm not balanced
I'm living
... Just say it's Diametric

Think of it as Elicit
Let's empathize
Loving truth and honesty
Guards and strategically placed
I love eye contact
Come close and feel these words
Trust me, I see you
My smile and hug are genuine
... Just think of it as Elicit

It'll help.

Time Redeemed

TIME
You have played a marvelous trick, you have
From that magnificent moment God crafted you
Chose a place for you in His plan

TIME
You are a glorifying monument
A landmark, so to speak, of him as Majesty on High
For you remind me of my Lord very well

maybe it is for this  reason that I do not understand you
For you lay in his hand, just as I do

I wonder if you understand you purpose
Whether you recognize the moments as I do
Or if you too, wait with eager anticipation
For the return of the King

For this reason I judged you
The moment they sinned, did you also bear consequence?
Your eternal state is better off than those who will face his wrath
In the end you will be redeemed; unbroken and perfected

Even now you are being used under his flawless command
And my eyes have finally been opened to see you
How we rest in his hand together
Something given, something lost, something redeemed
And thus meant to be redeemed

O, what a beautiful sight!

I Wish God Would Make More Men Like Me

I wish God would make more men like me
So every woman I meet could be loved
But, the new me
Not the old me
The kind me, not the blind me
To arrogant to see you as more than another  throphy
The letters you wrote me as more than mere openings
But the brokenness

To notice that you had wounds that needed treatment
Did I mention that I know a physician
I'll lift you
I see you; Here
Ride on my donkey, my mentor was a good Samaritan parable
he paid for you sweetheart, I
I just work for Him

Oh Lord! How I wish God would make more men like me!
So that every woman I meet could be loved
The new me, not the old me of course
The converted me
Not the perverted me
The patient me
Not the me, impatiently waiting to tame thee
To BREAK thee
Feeding sweet treats at your accomplishments to let me ride you
Right into the sunset, and then
All night upon even the sunrise
The me that, BROKE you, rode you, and after told you how great you are
Tying you to a post and moving on, but never too far
Not far enough that I can't come back to see you still tied there, broken.
Waiting for me to ride you again; needing me to; wanting me to; because you've been......broken
Thinking that now if you're not worth riding, then what are you good for then

Oh, how i wish God would make more men like me
The me that speaks
Not the me that winked
My flattering speech patterns
My smiles a nd sly eyes
Yes! I was always faded
But, I trained my responses so you couldn't detect
That I, actually, came, to rob you
Ha! I could've been a con artist
But I was never to good at faking it
I was better at making it so that I wouldn't have to take it but rather let you give it to me
The old me that is

I wish God would make more men like me
I know you don't know this me
But I often whisper "I Love You"
As you pass
Hoping you unknowingly heard me

Thinking that maybe
Just maybe, one day, when you feel alone
You'll somehow remember subconciously

I wish god would make more men like me
To forever remind you of worth
That my confidence outweigh your worry
My hug bring comfort
My smile contagiously is caught

To notice those little things that show you how special you are

I wish God would make more men like me
To see you
Know you
Love you
Help you
Encourage and lead you well
To be the kind of man that you need and have never known
At least for those of you who need to see one

the only problem is: I'm not that man, nor can I be
And God doesn't need more men like me
That's the whole point
He wants more men like Himself
Conformed into the image of His Son Jesus Christ

So I pray, God, Make more of us men like you
Because you love and always have loved every woman that has been
And you show us men, how we should be
Sacrificing ourselves
To Love you, so that you, through we, could love she

Snippets

I can hear it, and so I sit to write lyrics, its been a while a while now
Dealin w/ crap alot lately, there goes a pile
It's crowded in my brain like a parade, stretched for miles
Pretty vile no empathizing for my fragile heart

The eyes from across said "I think you're OK"
Accompanied by a smile, enough to make my day
From hard moments, a moment from my moment of torment
In an instant I become more grateful

Noise equals silence, I think better in a crowd
When you speak to me directly, sometimes, I drown it out for the noise
But the problem, I look you in your eyes and I repeat
Each word you said, I get annoyed, you asked because you're annoyed

I guess, that it's impressive to look at your reflection
Realize that you should deal with the confession
Learn a lesson
Strive to make change, choose repentance, new direction
I guess, then its impressive when you see how it's reflected

I couldn't, understand inspiration from another
I lost it, the day I was released by my mother
Felt there's no confiding in my sisters and my brothers
Prayed God bring it through, like I've seen you do many others

To Long For

I want
       To exist around your love
Your presence is the essence of your being
                                      I Am Here
          Let Me
                              Break Into
       Your atmosphere
                                                 Just the layer
That surrounds your world
                Because your world sustains life
                                 Harbors my drifting thoughts
     Holds the inventory of the weight
I carry
            My dock for travels sake
I want
        To exist around your love

Let Us Be

Let there be you and me
Today I'll call you my lady
We can take a break and relax
Walk, hold hands and talk
I don't wish to date for doing
Let's just be together
That bottom line reality