Pretend

I thought that I could stay less than perfect and still be acceptable
But you accept nothing less than an image of yourself
So i wither like grass
Hoping I will not be down trodden under your glory
Praying for rain to quench this dry ground
I strip bare all my shame
Uncover my filth
This rag filled with mistakes
Is me

I’m not a masterpiece
Ive fallen often and tried to hide behind the leaves
Broken and fearful
Sifted and weighted
But from afar you see me
You hear me
You still love me
You consume me and my shame is covered

Submerge me in your healing waters
Yes the hyssop is rough
But the stains of my heart can be stubborn sometimes
And my hands are bloodied and shaken

Here in this moment an altar arises from my tears
I sprinkle more of them on your slaughter place
I prepare my body
a sacrifice
I pull a broken heart from my chest
Piece by peice
Shattered
Pain I lay it down
Hurt I lay it down
Fear I lay it down
Bitterness laid down
Resentment laid down
Anger I lay it down
Past mistakes I lay them down
Peice by peice
Potsherd by potsherd
I’m unclothed
Naked with nothing hidden
Nothing left of me
A blank slate an empty vessel
Because I can pretend nothing with you

-Tehilayah

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Supporting other Authors…

This weekend I had the pleasure of family and friends. Yes, it was my yearly Lymon-Fincher-Johnson family reunion. Every year around this time its the place to be. It’s huge! T-shirts are made and there are games and even a talent show. There is also enough food to eat for everyone and then some. There is also a huge presentation where we are challenged to recount back as far as we can go how we are related. Along with a slide show and old pictures. The same person can go back as far as the 1800’s. My cousin Mary, but I call her auntie. I love her she is in her 90’s Sharper than any of us youngins. It’s amazing because she drinks dandelion tea. Swears by it says it keeps her young. She is one of those women that dresses like what some may call Sundays best, everyday. I love hearing her stories. But enough about that lets get to the real story.

Supporting others authors…

I asked my family if I could set up a table for my books. So it turned into this family fellowship/book signing. The love was amazing. I actually sold most of my books. I only have 3 left on hand, Wowzers! I’m glad I have some copies on the way.

In the midst of everyone asking about my book. I found out that there were other family members who were also indie authors. And guess what, they had books on hand. Before we knew it, we all had our books out on display. The support of family was awesome!

The book pictured called The Republican is my cousin Terry Lymon. His book is available on Amazon.

This is my cousin Francine Shaw. She had three books available. Yess, cousin! The books on display were called Wisdom for Financial Success from a Biblical Perspective, The Cycle of Sin and In Pursuit of God. All available on Amazon as well.

Family is Amazing! Support is so important to a creative person setting goals to do what they love. Support doesn’t have to be financial some times a share on social media, the taking of business cards and just word of mouth helps. It was nice to know that my family is a talented bunch. Here’s to next year’s family reunion may we have a few more authors and even some entrepreneurs.

Oh wait….. And about that talent show. My son won this year!

It’s always battle of the families. This year my son stepped up for the family. I, my sisters and my mom were his hype men. (Hype men are people who just walk around keeping the crowd hype). If you saw how hype we were you would laugh. We just yelled aye and danced the whole time. My mom is the funniest and most hilarious woman I know. She screamed the whole time. If you know my mom then you know she has this high pitched scream that’s crazy. I wonder if she still has a voice, hmm.

Remember to always support your indie authors, family and friends.

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Bright…

I miss you even on the brightest of days.

Some how the sun is artificial when you’re not around.

©2019 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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Invisible

You hold the sun in your hands
And the moon in the crevices of your arms
The earth grazes your feet every second of the day
and I’m jealous
because the world gets all of your attention
Maybe the wind will blow and turn your head and you can see me
Standing here
waiting

©2019 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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Tongue Fights

The tongue is a mightier than the sword.

I guess thats why so many of us have severed lips.

©2019 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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It’s finally here. May 7th 2019.

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©2019 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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National Poetry Month Fun

Yayyyy, it’s National Poetry Month! Yes, I know this post is late and it started yesterday but I have been a little preoccupied. This month I’m practicing poetry prompts. I’m looking to expand my horizons and challenge my creativity. I will try to write a poem everyday and share it with you. Again, I said I will try. I’m setting a goal but if a miss a couple of days so be it. It’s not the end of the world. So, I share with you my first one.

Lead me to water

Dear Muse, I am a poet.
I am not always filled with sparks
That set blazes to paper
My pen is sometimes dry
Some days the only the stains to lines are created with my own tears

I am a poet that journeys
to places where darkness is afraid
Where shame is exposed and set free
Where light crowns your mistakes
And seals them with a gentle kiss
I’m a poet who needs your shade

Dear Poet, I am your muse
Who can point you to a place
Ready for your pen to shine its light
Inside the darkest parts of these folds
But you have sojourned in deserts
And the Sun has scorched your belief
I hold water for your thirst
Come and sit for a drink

©2019 Tehilayah Ysrayl

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Keep those pens busy. Stay creative and breathe…