Spoken Word – Standing Room Only


STANDING ROOM ONLY

12March2012
 
No greater love has ever been shown
Than from HE whose son sits at the right of the throne.
Surrounded by elders, I believe it’s twenty-four,
Engulfed in sounds of worships and drowning sounds of adores.
 
Yes, it’s true I just made… those verbs into nouns
Cause THEY transcend all earthly…. grammatical bounds
For what THEY are is far beyond … any limited human act
Of what I can do, and far beyond what I lack.
  
The throne room is like no room From the distant past or yet to come.
To be in the presence of all that energy, stronger than man’s atomic bombs
Lightenings and thunderings merge… with heavenly uttered voices
Proceeding from the throne in melodic-like choruses.
Lamps numbered to seven showing forth un-earthly glow
Revealing aspects of God’s spirit that mere man could never know.
 
Some believe he’s the source of a unified three
That label being named, The Divine Trinity
While others resolve to the idea of a single HE
Who contains all aspects within that one personality
While that debate exists, it doesn’t begin to compare
To what I KNOW is Truth, Which is….He simply CARES. 
HE CARES FOR ME!
 
Sometimes I lift…my hands to portray
The stretched-forth-need that I’m compelled to convey
That runs deep inside….my life-seeking soul
I need a breakthrough…i NEED A CHANGED VIEW….Like Alice in Wonderland’s rabbit hole.
That sends me to a place that’s out of this world
Where upside down is right side up…
No more random sips from the bitter cup.
If only I could achieve what I know to be my heart’s dream
To be in the space inhabited by the one… in whom my faith believes.
 
That I might know him… and the power because he lives
The fellowship of suffering with him, new life to me he gives.
I just don’t wanna know his name and never see his face
The intent I have is to make it in while riding on his amazing grace.
 
My goal is to make it, my goal is to rest
In the place where God gives access to heaven’s ultimate best
I may not have reserved, one of the twenty-four seats
But I plan to make up there….for more than just a peak…
I Wanna stand in the center, in the midst of it all
Crying HOLY…HOLY…HOLY…. With all the rest of ya’ll
I don’t know what you have planned for the middle of next week
But if God says “Come my people”… ya’ll can forget about ME!
I’ve waited too long. I’ve gone through too much
To get caught up in the madness of this earthly stuff.
 
So when you see me acting funny, and sounding kinda loud
It’s probably ’cause I’m chasing worship benefits… that exist beyond the clouds
I’m striving to keep my life honest, not just momentarily Holy
Cause true worshippers will pack the throne room…It’s STANDING ROOM ONLY!
 
 
STeven D. Randolph aka StevieD

Shades of Blue


First, let us just agree that there is nothing inherently bad about blue or red.  Conversely, we must also agree that there is nothing exceptionally brilliant about red or blue.  They are, in fact, just color.  Color is simply the property that helps to describe the sensation that our eyes experience as a result of light being reflected off of an object.  Red and Blue possess the ability and uniqueness to stand alone and appeal to a unique set of experiences, circumstances, and opportunities without interference from or dependency upon one another.  They are base in their expression.  They are primary.  They require nothing else in order to be who they are.  They are whole.  They are singular. They are…color.

She loves Red.  Her affection for red extends to the nuanced hues that exist within the spectrum of the color red.  She may not be able to explain why she so readily responds to red, but she has no doubt about the fact that, red is a catalyst that moves her.  She knows that even the hues of this primary sensation are able to describe the very life she lives.

Magenta motivates her to move through life with purpose and drives her to make choices of clarity. The hue of Ruby allows her to rest in a space of resolve.  No matter what she may be experiencing, Ruby is her color of resolution for all that may be crashing down upon her thoughts and emotional energy. Burgundy gives her a sense of balance and bravado.  She is strengthened by its deep and saturated state of reflection.  Her moments of burgundy make even the most unsure of times become familiar and conquerable.  Whenever she knocks upon the door of Fuchsia, she knows that fear is answering her call.  Fuchsia is the over-extended brightness that masks the unknown for her.  Perhaps, being fuchsia will distract you from seeing her lack of burgundy and the indecisiveness of her ruby.  If ever backed into a corner, her Crimson crassness will surely be the reflection she projects and the sensation that all will experience.  It is biting.  Crimson is direct.  Crimson is unmistakable. Crimson takes no prisoners.  Crimson cares….about very little except its sensation of survival.  Crimson is not always accurate and doesn’t always seek burgundy as a partner but doesn’t mind if he tags along and stands two steps behind and doesn’t speak.  Crimson is always in the moment, even when the moment has passed. Scarlet is her space of sensuality.  Her sexiness and seduction are supremely situated in the sensory space of scarlet.  The sensitivity that she exudes within her scarlet space allows her to be vulnerable and more easily succumbed to any episodes of magenta deficiency which she may be dealing with.  Ultimately, she knows that she is… the color red.

Why do you keep demanding Shades of Blue from her?  If you desire to reach her you must speak her language.  Even in your effort to help advance her to understandings of the blue you, it is counter-productive to ignore her sense of being complete, competent, courageous and calm in her red space.  Educate her about blue…don’t diminish her because of her lack of sensitivity to it.  Learn how to offer her purple.  Know her well enough to not give her the shock of ROYAL BLUE as you try to share parts of you.  If she consistently refuses your blue and is not flexible enough to entertain your purple, then, you must…. find another object that is more sensitive to your true blue reflection.  And, that’s okay.  Blue is you…and… it’s just a color…. it needs nothing else in order to be primary!

Submitted by Steven D. Randolph – StevieD  (5-March-2012)

Spoken Word – Real Man Fantasy


REAL MAN FANTASY_2MAR2012 (G-Rated Version)

C’mon bruh!  You still live with yo momma, and unless she’s the one… that’s keeps it hard with a lick…
Then I don’t even need to hear about the size of your stick….
Cause it has no bearing on the conversation that I wanna deal wit’.
Which is, your claim over how much…. of a REAL MAN you are
Even though every time we holla… yo butt is out at the bar.
 
You see, I’m not a lonely female who is so easily persuaded
By your L.L.  lip lick and the pec muscles you flick…
Your pretty-boi dance moves , Or your new baller shoes.
So…. You can stop all of that.. I’m not remotely convinced
It gets you nowhere with me…. So just get off the fence
Between child- and man-hood ….it’s not a good look
It’s time for you to man-up and have your reality shook.
 
And yea, I think I’m being ever so slightly judgmental,
But it’s about time somebody shared with you..you must be plagued with something mental
‘Cause when you are over twenty-five and you have no degree,
You have No home that you’ve purchased and you still live rent free,
Then, you need to be measured, it’s part of the price you pay
 For living the life you have chosen to live called… The Real Man “Fan-ta-say”…. Say What???
 
I can’t stand that Your dreams are built on the backs of those who really love you..
Taking advantage with a promise of… “You give me one I’ll give you two…”
“After I make it of course”, WE all in this together, ‘cause there is no divorce.
‘Cause you don’t marry your momma, your sista or yo girl,
You string everyone along for the dirt you do called pearls
True, pearls take a long time and then they still must be found and harvested
And since you’ve never even planted you will always be starving
Starving for attention.  for money, even for fame.
And the lies you live your life upon keep you perpetually lame.
You know?….Disabled…difficult…., weak… and ineffectual,
But you can’t even see it ‘cause your strength is just sexual .
I knew you didn’t know the meaning cause that’s too intellectual
For you to bother with vocabulary that you will live but never speak.
Can’t even name how many times you’ve punched a clock beyond 8 weeks.
 
Oh, and the lil soapbox you like to stand on with all your brothahood pride
Keeps you visible as the icon of the Black-man’s plight
Fist power raised for the brothas, who are down for “THE FIGHT”
Of being held down by “The System”….held back by “The Man”….
Everything you do is a fight against your awesome master plan
That says you would do better, could do better , should be better.. IF
Folks just got outta your way and let you spread your wings for cheddar.
 
The real truth is you’re doing what you do ‘cause it works
For brotha’s like you who don’t really wanna work..
Hard from the bottom to achieve what’s at the top
Starting with a bucket full of bleach water and the rag-tail mop.
But mopping floors will breed the integrity and the work ethic you lack
For you to build your empire that buys the Benz and the ‘Lac.
 
I’m all for you chasing the dreams as they develop from the start
But I refuse to watch you use my women for even a small part
Of your Manipulating Fantasy-trip…through this life full of REAL MEN
Who don’t just dream it… but we do it… and we do it from our heart!
 
So wake up now young man….It not hard to achieve
The things you want out of your life based on what you believe
What matters the most… is that you never forget
This may be the last time…it may be your last chance
 
So, make investing in you count…. Make loving on you worth
Supporting your dream to be as valuable as your first birth.
 
You are not just a fantasy…a figment of our imagination
You are the promise, the backbone of the next generation.
 
We Real Men will stand with you… ‘cause one can teach one….
We Real Men will Love you….As A Father Loves His Son.
 
 
Submitted By:  Steven D. Randolph – aka StevieD —- #basictruth
 
 

Spoken Word – GOODBYE


 Goodbye – 27-FEB-2012

I promise I’m not really bitter, You’ve just left a bad taste in my life.
I’ll forget your shallow promises… The “How you would Be, if you were my wife”…
That’s probably NOT gonna happen now. 
It’s just your fairytale.
I’m certain you will replace my energy…with some desperate henpecked male…
 
I’m certainly not the one,
Who can fulfill your twisted need
To control THE MAN who you say you love
Who’s clearly not your son.
 
You see, the randomness of your consistency is not consistent at all
With the balance that I require to release to you my heart’s all.
The only thing I can count on is the frequency of your life’s many battles
The “I’m sensitive over this”, and the “I’m upset over that”, it’s like the nuisance of a Baby’s rattle.
Just background noise that indicates YES, you’re awake and occupied
No signs of your desire for any resolute truth, You just wanna be pacified. 
 
So… Here…. Stick THIS in your mouth!   I’ve raised all my kids!
 
I refuse to manage insecurity that’s wrapped up neatly in your low self-esteem.
I’ve done that before,
and I adamantly swore
I’d go to HELL before I rewind that scene!
 
I know I have a list of things required of a wife for me
But, that doesn’t make a difference if I never can be free
Of my own past hurt and sufferings that clearly was meant to be
As an opportunity for personal growth and relationship maturity.
 
So, I guess what I’m really saying is… “Okay we gave it a try
As God is in heaven, I do believe in his divine destined-eye
That new from my beginning, what the purpose would eventually be
For my choosing to explore romantic love with you and now needing to say goodbye.
 
 
Steven D Randolph – aka StevieD
 
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