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Aaron Ferguson

Though I Walk Through the Shadow...

Since the entrance of my existence
Change has penetrated all of my presence
Shattering every measure of my mentality
Yet filling and building me in very tense
What does this life mean for me?
I fight inside against my iniquity
I try to battle all of my behavior
I try to deny buy to my dismay
In knowing the depths of evils nature
Its knowledge I wish to know no longer
As I speak indeed my Father listens
Inspite of the trials and tribulations
And through the lengthy lamentations
Its I He forgives and always strengthens

Simply Distracted

Im hypnotized by the eyes of life
Distracted, empacted, by the fact that
We surround our towns with pounds of nonsense
I cant digest this in remembrance of its presence
Through all my strife, plus this life is hyped,
Inspite of the lessons of eternal transcendence,
Stuttering with hesitation, my focus subsided,
All I want is to be alive, forget just getting by,
Simply distracted, so is the state of my mind.

(NO NAME)

Dreams of trees begin to ease the curse this life has dispursed
Fantasies of my destiny test my ability as life fights my might
Lord I hold your chord as I fall forward in search of your mercy

What are the choices to the voices that haunt ever second Ive got
With all these distractions, divisions and factions, wheres rest in this mess?
In the stories that deliver your glory, help me to discern your message.

How do I seperate, the cause and effect?
How will I get to the level I need to get?
Is there a solution to problems I have met?
Or is this bound to be a bitter and pointless lament?

Take My Frustrations

So much is going on all around
It is hard for me just to believe
This lack of sound can be so loud
I feel so weak but attempt to achieve

So much hurt inside my heart
There is so much pain I feel inside
The hardest part is feeling where to start
When I try all I can say is why

Its hard to me to understand
How there can be a God all around me
Always thinking of me and my plans
To only feel tired and without sleep

If God is good and God is great
Why is it when I try to be like Him
My soul and body becomes filled with hate
None of this is making and sense

I clench my fists and say my vows
More and more as the times goes
The less I feel I will learn how
And only the more my souls groans

Give me your help, give me your love
Because I have been very much decieved
Your presence is true, Your grace so much
Take my frustrations, help me to see

A Prayer of Mercy

Lord, I write you this with love and grace,
For it is to you now, and forever, I give all my thanks.
But I must pray as well for those, who never got to know.
For those, whose opportunities were high, and standards low.
No matter who it was Lord, friend or foe,
I ask you to hold this mercy upon their soul, and never let go.
For all of those, whose life was as a seed, without water to
fully grow.
For a life stubborn and relentless, so scared of retreat.
I pray that they are somewhere in which their souls can rest
in peace,
A place in which their souls can live without pain, and deceit.
A place where happiness and love is all that is sung in the streets.
A place where hope and joy are as an immortal tree.
Like an ancestor of the redwood, a top above where the eye can see.
Life is so ensnaring Lord, a land of temptation that seems to measure to eternity.
Survival without your presence, is an inevitable defeat.
What will it take Lord, for one to not get struck by Satan's sword?
How much will it take Lord, for these not to indulge, but to implore,
To understand, to believe, to walk in Your word?
How many lives will it take Lord, before their's becomes the next closed door?
Oh God, why does evil possess my loved ones, the ones I so much adore?
To lift their souls to you, I would give anything, everything, and then more,
But it seems as though, they are happy with their hell.
It seems at times, they have come to be addicted to it's smell.
I sometimes believe I have come to understand this too well,
For I have once walked with the lost, and have once almost fell.
This land of wants, needs, lusts, greed, impatient tendencies, 
All these things that do nothing for one's joy or complacency,
But seem to drag on, until it is too late.
I ask you as well Lord, is this really one's fate?
Is an individual's life really to be filled with agony and damnation, as a reprobate?
Or does everyone of your daughters and sons, have that chance to escape?
But what about your children who can never comprehend the power of sin?
Your children who were so young and so helpless to fend?
Do these individuals hold a place in your heavenly heart? 
Individuals whose lives were so tragic before their chance to start?
Oh Lord, I pray as the time for mine seems like the sand in the hour glass,
Just grains away from until it is mine that is left in the past.
Your wisdom is one that can never be held in question,
For it's your gospel, your word, everything that is done with a lesson,
Everything you bring to us is done in purpose, every rhyme filled with reason,
For every season, every scare, every pain, every lichen.
I know you encourage wisdom, but I don't think my mind really wants to understand.
My soul is so weak, your power- so meek, I cannot hold doubt in your plan.
I just praise your name for what you have given me, and thank you for these blessings.
But please Lord, mercy the souls whose life was poor and depressing.
Mercy the minds and hearts, to which their evils they are truly repenting.
I know you will do always and forever what is right,
For it is your loving and gentle hand that has given me life, and all of my might.
And as I close for the night, I leave a word for you that I write.
Your love is one of no comparison, one that will never leave my sight,
One of mercy and grace, to every evil it shall blight,
And it is Your lovely kindness, that which I will always hold tight.

Someone Like You

Once again, life has got me down 
And it's got me in another run around.
I can't wait to leave this town, 
For stress and unhappiness is all that I have found.
I just want someone to help me feel,
Someone to take time as my wounded heart heals.
I just need someone in my life to be real. 
Someone to distract my mind until,
I got back to that heaven that lies in the dirt of the earth.
Just someone to keep me here to see my child's birth.
Someone I can lie by the beach with and watch the surf,
As we forget the days that were the worst,
And remember the days that we met first.
Someone that if they got hurt, I could nurse.
Someone I can make feel special, and vice verse.
A person that I will promise to love, 
As we walk down the aisle of the biggest church,
And be with forever, until one enters the hurse.
Someone who from the first day, I knew,
Someone who I can look straight into,
And someone who would always remain true.
Someone who will do everything they have to do,
To take a day that is filled with black and blue, 
And turn it around to make something new,
This someone can only be you.
There's no other explanation for feeling the way I do. 
Because its for someone like you that I would walk a million miles,
And then when I get there, I would turn and walk back, 
Just if it would make you smile.
Or swim from the Mediterranean upstream to the end of the Nile,
Someone like you, knows that we should never fight,
But instead knows that we need to keep the relationship tight,
For this is the only way we would stay right.
We would never want to be out of the other's sight,
For it's for someone like you, that gives me all my might.
And it's for someone like you, I would scream and bite,
Even when battling the strongest blight,
Or climb the highest height, higher than the highest kite,
For when I see you, it's as thought I see a guiding light.
I love you most, because you have always stayed committed,
During the hardest times, being honest is what you did,
You remained real and true to me, behind walls you never hid.
We never played those childish games.
Or made the other feel shame by pointing fingers in blame,
And during arguments we remained tame,
Always reminding the other of our love, for its the love that kept us sane.
You always know how to ease the pain,
Even when there were tough issues on my brain.
And you knew how to remain calm,
Even when there was heavy traffic in life's fast lane.

I Know What I Will Say, Do you?

As I envelope my mind open, I can't help but ponder,
With this insanity all around me, I have to wonder,
When is the day going to go no longer?
And when is time going to get a little gentler?
Not to just the mind or the body, but to the soul's founder.
When is our hearts going to grow louder?
Just enough for those to hear, before there is no time to doctor.
I often reminisce and wish time was as the clay,
For I would shape the shame and all the regret into a happier day.
Every rotten time, every godforsaken rhyme, every deadly line,
Just so I could polish it to a more beautiful shine. 
One that would make my heart feel just a little happier, and just a little less sadder.

I would bring back the loved ones I have lost.
So I could shine a light to them, and melt all the frost, 
All the coldness that binds us the most,
The precious times we were too proud to admit defeat,
The precious times we were too ignorant to see it,
For we were too busy stepping on others' toes, 
Too busy turning our friends to foes just over a little dough,
Now stuck with it, with nothing left to show.
Some times, I have to wonder how many more tears?
Some times, I have to wonder how many more of my peers?
And how much is it going to take for them to open up their ears?
And not just sit there and listen, but to absorb what is said and actually hear?
I hold for these human beings a new fear, that none seem to respect,
Just those seem to let their minds clear quickly, and naively reject,
A mind so quick to persecute, but far from hasty when it is time to reflect.
A mind so celeritous to infect, but too impartial to dissect.

We so hold our values like sceptres, quick to attack,
But so slow when it comes time to react.
Why are we so conscious of ourselves but so forgetting of one another?
Are we not in the same world, are we not sisters and brothers?
We come from the same planet, the same God, the same Abraham, 
But we are so rapid to resort to be violent and defiant.
So apprehensive to ask for help and yet so speedy to be self-reliant.
If there is a loving God that created Man,
Would he not be quick to lend one a sufficient helping hand?
We are the great, the strong, the keepers of the land,
Yet, we are so scared of to ask, we would rather be damned.
Get me not wrong, he is to be held in the highest horror, 
For one of this stature is our creator, our mentor, our Father, our destroyer.
Why do we not love the one who gave us our only life?
And why are we so indulged in giving him the knife?

This I ask to you today, and I ask you to be open,
When it comes to be your judgment, what will you say?  
And when it comes time to explain, what will be your reason? 
Look into your heart and ask yourself not once, but every time,
When you see inside of it, is it gold you find?
Or is a love for one's self and for others, no word can define?  
Ask yourself, why are we here, and when the Devil confronts me, which way wll I steer?
Will I cower in my fear, or will I hold forever strong in the Lamb that was sacrificed
for you, me, and all the land?As I envelope my mind open, I can't help but ponder, With this insanity all around me, I have to wonder, When is the day going to go no longer? And when is time going to get a little gentler? Not to just the mind or the body, but to the soul's founder. When is our hearts going to grow louder? Just enough for those to hear, before there is no time to doctor. I often reminisce and wish time was as the clay, For I would shape the shame and all the regret into a happier day. Every rotten time, every godforsaken rhyme, every deadly line, Just so I could polish it to a more beautiful shine. One that would make my heart feel just a little happier, and just a little less sadder. I would bring back the loved ones I have lost. So I could shine a light to them, and melt all the frost, All the coldness that binds us the most, The precious times we were too proud to admit defeat, The precious times we were too ignorant to see it, For we were too busy stepping on others' toes, Too busy turning our friends to foes just over a little dough, Now stuck with it, with nothing left to show. Some times, I have to wonder how many more tears? Some times, I have to wonder how many more of my peers? And how much is it going to take for them to open up their ears? And not just sit there and listen, but to absorb what is said and actually hear? I hold for these human beings a new fear, that none seem to respect, Just those seem to let their minds clear quickly, and naively reject, A mind so quick to persecute, but far from hasty when it is time to reflect. A mind so celeritous to infect, but too impartial to dissect. We so hold our values like sceptres, quick to attack, But so slow when it comes time to react. Why are we so conscious of ourselves but so forgetting of one another? Are we not in the same world, are we not sisters and brothers? We come from the same planet, the same God, the same Abraham, But we are so rapid to resort to be violent and defiant. So apprehensive to ask for help and yet so speedy to be self-reliant. If there is a loving God that created Man, Would he not be quick to lend one a sufficient helping hand? We are the great, the strong, the keepers of the land, Yet, we are so scared of to ask, we would rather be damned. Get me not wrong, he is to be held in the highest horror, For one of this stature is our creator, our mentor, our Father, our destroyer. Why do we not love the one who gave us our only life? And why are we so indulged in giving him the knife? This I ask to you today, and I ask you to be open, When it comes to be your judgment, what will you say? And when it comes time to explain, what will be your reason? Look into your heart and ask yourself not once, but every time, When you see inside of it, is it gold you find? Or is a love for one's self and for others, no word can define? Ask yourself, why are we here, and when the Devil confronts me, which way wll I steer? Will I cower in my fear, or will I hold forever strong in the Lamb that was sacrificed for you, me, and all the land?

My Best Friend

My medicine, my remedy, my love, my extacy,
You mean more to me than I could ever explain lyrically,
You have brought me sanity through all this calamity,
You are my essence that teaches me all of my lessons,
You know all my pains, my pleasures, my imperfections,
I can come to you in my darkest time, 
and you remind me everytime everything will be fine,
You are there when I think of the days of old,
The days I miss the most, the days that weren't so cold,
You filled my heart with comfort on those days I suffered,
You were my strength and my competence when pain is all that covered,
You set my heart free from the world's captivity,
And that is why I will give you my praise and thanks for eternity,
For it is you that I can always crawl to and you will still remain true,
For you have been there for me from the time the clouds went dark,
Till the times the sun's shine became a spark,
Throughout my life, I turn back and always find your mark,
Penatrating, Never-complicating, and forever replenishing my soul with love,
That is why you are my silent soldier who speaks so loud, always in my heart.

No More Excuses

Feel, indulgence, sustenance, replenish, a thirst never quenched.
One more, one last time, just once more, is it really it crime?
I'm only human, it's only natural, it's not that bad of a sin,
It'll be all right, I just ask, and then I will be forgiven,
This is the last time, never again, this is it, this will be the end.
Is it really Satan that deceives us, or is it our own excuses, my Brethren?
It is really Satan's ways we repent, or are they the ones we defend?
Is it Satan who leads us astray, or our own lies from within?
We preach against them, turn around, and what then?
If we don't stop this trend, if this hypocrisy will not now end, when?
How am I to cleanse the hands of men, when my own is covered in sin?
When I walk with contradiction, what suggestion shall that send?
If I undermind my own belief, what then shall they see?
If I walk just like the ordinary, what type of man shall I be?
If I do as the impulsive, insolent, as an infidel, will God be with me?
My family, rest on these words, but work of them diligently,
Our lives are not our own, and this world we live in, is not our home,
We are merely eggs fertilized, caterpillars cocooned, seeds sown,
We must endure the fight, stand for what is right, and leave Satan's work alone,
He has no strength without us, he is weak, a parasite, on his fallen throne,
As you walk he holds to your ankle, he's the dog pitifully begging beside the table,
Never giving up his pride, covered in emeralds, and gold, but empty inside,
Like a hungry lion that lays in hiding, attacking the first in his sight,
A mere tick with the bold tongue of trickery that talks of bloody roses,
He speaks of beds of comfort, matressed with barbs filled with viruses,
He fills your hands with the wind until, as the fire needs  kindling, you will he send,
Take comfort in your unyielding shield, where all your scars shall become healed,
An island of serenity, a cloud of complacency, a castle alone in the space,
So is his hand of protection, our refuge, our retreat, in his heavenly place.

My Greatest Friends and Worst Enemy

You follow me like a terminal disease,
filling my darkened shadow,
I scream in desperate rage
Yet in your dormant, you are excessively abundant

Your life an everlasting paradox,
Both destroying and reforming my existence
I exalt and repent against you,
For you aid in the knowledge of both life
and the further understanding of myself,

You are my cancer,
For you will live with me forever,
You are my inner peace,
For you provide me with the greatest of comforts
when ignorance and stupidity are most ample.

For My Love

What is love?
It is what makes your smile shine bright as the sun.
It's what makes you feel like the clouds up above.
It's something that you couldn't even measure by the ton.
It's what makes your heart beat like a drum,
As if your running a marathon.

It's that tranquility like you're floating in the sea,
Like you want to lay there, for eternity.
It's that feeling that is so evident to me,
For it lets me not care about the others.
It's that feeling that makes me no longer worry
For it's what makes me want none other
It's knowing that this will be my children's mother.

It's something no amount of words can express truly
But is definitely heaven sent and meant to be
It's power is so immerse, no other could defend
It's a feeling so heart felt, only the soul can send.

When I think of love,
And all I picture is happiness
With days we will spend together while we reminisce,
About no matter how far away,
My heart will always be for you,
And that is where it will always stay.
Even when days were gray,
We would never let them get black,
Because our love will forever be, where its at.

Baby, you can rest a sure,
Our love is something that is definitely pure,
And no matter how far the distance,
My love will not separate from you,
Not for one instance,
And that my love for you,
Can only be measured as much as God's.

You can also believe our love will lay hand in hand,
For ever and ever,
Just as long as you don't give it away,
To any other man,
These words I will repeat till my dying day,
For this feeling I could never give away.

My Hope

So many times I imagine
his face
I imagine the disgrace
that took place
I hope to behold in a 
heavenly space
Even though the garbage
gave me away

The greatest of all broke
the plain
Came down and so blessed
my brain
With skillz to change all
dimensions
While ur bitchin I would
love to mention
A style of advisement to those
who question
My ability to cork and
quench contestants
But all I want to do is
give lessons
Positive vibe flexin is now
the recitation
Never lethargic even when
on the elevation
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