Falling In Love with a Angel

You get me high

Make believe I have wings

Never had an experience quite like the one I have when I am with you

Everybody says you have control over my mind

They could never understand the bond we’ve forged

I’d do anything for you

Lie for you

Steal for you

Even got my ass whooped a few times for you

Hallucinations overtake my eyes

Mirages of you telling me to come near even when you’re not remotely close to location

Need a compass

A zeta beam can teleport me to your exact latitude longitude and we can pick up where we left off

Loving so good I had to get it in vials just to keep my cravings for you at bay when I can’t have you

Your joint is a killer

I want to dip my happy stick in you

…..Now it’s wet

Toe tag me baby

I’m down for the count

Numb in the proceeding moments following our encounters

Intoxicated

Staggering

Unsteady

Slurring my speech even

Friends asking me why eyes are bloodshot

The memories of you alone are enough to make me lose balance on command

Get it too good might have to call the EMTs

Remember last time?

I was laying in the middle of the kitchen floor having convulsions because you gave me a high dose of your love

Putting my hands on you

Normally I’m not aggressive but I don’t want you to go

Unusual type of love indeed

Nothing holy about it

You’ve just an account of addict

Angel dust

S. Logan

2012

Atonement

As the church bells ring
I exit my car
Parked in the closes spot I could fine
Though as my steps begin to fall in line, I notice the walk is actually quiet far
Lord I know I’ve sinned and You’ve forgiven me every time
I walk into Your house and feel like an outsider
As if I don’t belong
The congregation has all eyes firmly planted on me
Sentiment is that I don’t belong
We’ve all sinned or at least I thought we did
Guess this is a house full of saints and the sinner stands alone

-S. Logan
2012

Burial

You took all the burdens of our sins

Died so we could live

The ultimate sacrifice

It is a shame for so long that I looked at life as the process of dying

When I should’ve been enjoying it

Loving it

Praising You for it…

On this day when You were resurrected

We make sure to not lose sight of the life You gave for us

A day that it seems has been clouded with the almighty dollar

I stand as a loyal servant in Your army Lord

I crusade for you

-S. Logan

2012

Vow

Some call it destroy and rebuild

I prefer to say that I am reorganizing my life

May not be the person you used to know

But I am well on the way to becoming the man I am meant to be

Pardon me if I don’t associate with you anymore

It’s for the best that we keep our distance

You’re living off the success of the past, My spirit is a like a 401k I’m investing for the future

You talking about the bad chicks you hit in high school, I’m talking about being celibate until I marry my wife

You stay worrying about breaking the sound barrier, I’m training for life’s marathon

I don’t fault you too much

I used to be like you

The only difference is that I got my stuff together now

My life was once in a pieces then God handed me the glue

Selah

-          S. Logan

2012

The Mistakes Are Mine

Blinded by my perceived greatness

Thinking I am greater than the retch I actually am

No need to answer for the sins I’ve committed

How have I been able to live this long being so wrong?

Looking in the mirror and the megalomaniac that is staring back at me is familiar

You’ve allowed me to have free reign so to speak….falling down and picking myself back up

But I keep stepping into the same traps time and time again

Stripping myself down!

Removing the weight of the burdens that constantly drag me closer to hell!

I want to walk in your name

I don’t have to lose the traits that make me….I know that now

A life consecrated to You..

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Below The Heavens

I am broken…in need of healing…..Father help me

A war is beginning waged inside of me
Call it the eternal struggle
Saint or sinner which one will I be?
At times I feel like the bad me took my heart in the form of smuggle

One day I feel as though I am un-winged angel
Then on the other side it’s like I am the son of Hades
Dark so when I die the flowers they use on my grave will be black
Selling my soul for worldly goods like diamond jewelry or a Mercedes

The righteous life is what
I must live if not for myself then for Khalil
For him I will do anything
So I have to learn how to let go of the past
And bring back the human side of me
I am tough but not made of steel
If you hurt me I still feel

Satin stay back…do not pray on my almost lifeless flesh

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