Painstakingly Imbalanced

Lost in a world of turmoil where life is lived in doubt and uncertainty, peace is merely bliss as evil is often evident—— we seek truth when it hurts, but rather a lie to refrain from obtaining soul torn scars and bandages from heartache,

In our minds we ramble searching for wholeness and understanding but hold our tongues that speak life and fruitfulness that can uplift us from all things that are negative….

Backwards…. That’s what we are—— unspoken because we know not if we will be accepted, but frankly…. DAMN THAT! SPEAK OUT! For your voice is a sweet sound that needs to be heard, not for yourself alone but for the WORLD to feel the real from those who too are ill.

Speak Out Loud

Into the depths of an iris I plunge that bestows the equivalence of infinite thoughts.

In this sea of Brown I see what it sees, however not in plain sight, but in vivid emotion where thoughts are sought.

These eyes do more than gaze….. They dream, they speak, they intimidate, they believe. They personify what the person obtains witin its being.

These eyes wonder when they think, cry when upset, whence when weary, bulge when angry. They display feelings when need be, and they do so best.

These eyes see fire works when aroused, their future in their hands, their desires in the clouds, and their wants within the land. They foresee with ease in belief of chance.

These Pretty Brown Eyes are the tools of more than vision… They are tools of immaculate hope, faith, and precision

Behold the tools of a Woman, her Pretty Brown Eyes.

-JC Glover

How powerful and mighty is our God whom gives us strength to endure the trials that each day brings? How majestic is the Lord whom created both day and night, the sun moon and stars, and the land and sea without raising as much as a finger? Our Lord God is simply amazing. To him we give the honor and praise doe it shall be so and to him it is deserved. To him we seek guidance and comfort. To the Lord almighty we trust confidently and believe in his Holy name. Gracious is the name of the Lord and forever shall he be praised.

Human Touch….. One would say that the embrace of a hand to the face could hold so much emotion. A slap would cause anger and uproar, but a caress…sweet bliss and want for more.

Anatomically our hands are made for the sense of touch… To feel… not to harm, to console… not to mistreat.

The fingers are made not to poke, thump or prick…. But to stroke, caress and guide

You see for years we’ve used our hands for the wrong things, both guys and girls have been committing in the wrong schemes. These hands are meant for love not abuse, trust…. not misuse. These hands are instruments of perfect analytical experimental bliss but have been used for destruction chaos and distress….

So allow me to touch you here, to stroke your angelic face without causing you fear. Allow me to caress your body and send you into a frenzy worth having. May I woe you with these hands? May I guide you in the right direction? These hands seek not to give discomfort but to bring forth treaty, a common ground between you and me. To bring us closer together in our time of need and move forward away from trying times to beautiful scenes. These hands seek to bond with the love of the…. Is human touch the same for you as it is for me?

Human Touch

J.C. Glover

We hold these truths, to unfold life and sanity in efforts to become better than humanity. All in all, we hold ourselves back due to a lack of originality. We must first find our trade, our purpose, our abnormality; because this ignites the spark that will lift us past humanity.

JC Glover

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For the people that love me. 

For the ability to love them back.  

To have someone to share my heart with. 

And to have the talents to express this love with others! 

The devil is terribly busy, but so am I. I’m too busy to focus on the negative. I got an goal end result in mind, and I’m gonna achieve it and embrace the blessing that is the love from and to others with everything I have! 

LOVE..

Hold me not to my appearance by bringing forth judgment, I am not what your eyes see neither the words that your ears hear. Be not deceived by the hair that sits upon my crown, for beneath these roots is a brain that holds knowledge that you dare not attempt to obtain.

These hands do more than touch; these hands feel, these hands explore. These feet serve much more than witholding my upright position; with these feet I move forward aligning head and frame to do the same.

Don’t look upon me as ordinary because that I am certainly not. I am not you, nor you me. What you think you see is false for I am a unit made up of parts to create one being; an African of American descent. Mighty in my ways, swift in thought, and molded to personal perfection.

J. Glover