So I pulled a poem from a pocket that hadn’t been worn in a while. FIRST, I feel like I have writers block. Like every time I sit and try to write a new piece, it is no where near creative quality to some of the first things I’ve written.
Confession, I believe as time went by, I started seeking motivation from a worldly perspective. Not that I want to write about money, drugs and fame, but would try and seek their style to perfect my own. Almost like to say I was trying to use their recipe to add flavor to the gift God has given me. Listening to Drake, trying to incorporate his style of word play. Thinking I can get a dose of Kudi, to add flare using his kind of hooks to hook my audience. Believing Biggie would have me influenced to have no fear of an audience of BIG size.
Boy was I wrong. The influence I thought I was receiving was actually killing the life of Godly poetry that was trying to grow. I was choosing the wrong armor. When David went to fight Goliath, he was offered an armor not of his own motivation. He denied quickly. He used what God has blessed him with and was confident in that.
DUDE I JUST GOT SLAMMED BY JESUS! But let me tell you why I am glad I did. Our gifts can only get bigger when being nourished with the right flavor, the right ingredient, the right MOTIVATION. For me, my motivation is the word of God. It is was what started this poetry and what will finish it. The first poem ever written ROOTED was birthed out of the bible. I was a fool to ever think I could have birthed something that great out of the things of this World.
Look it was pretty hard to admit this, but hopefully you were encouraged and blessed. Fume the flame, your flame, your gift, your passion, your desire, with the ONE who LIT the match in the first place.
be encouraged. be blessed









