Not Good Enough.....

I am at this place called not good enough
no since pretending no adding fluff
whispering cause my voice is a joke
might as well get up and put on my coat
so much hot air I am starting to float
sinking, I am a hole in the boat
not tall enough legs to short
measuring up alone no cohort
Running away from things not fast enough
everything is catching me and calling my bluff
got good size, nope that's not me
look on the inside and then you will see
the more I show the less impressed
it's not there fault I am just a mess
If I were a clown it would be ashamed to be me
like having eyes though you can not see
what's the use if I don't have a purpose
what is this--am I now the curse?
closing doors, my nose still in it
Mental dance starts to throw a fit
taking me down bit by bit
O, shit this is it....

Next in line starts to skip me
when next was called I had to pee
isn't that just like me?
Being prepared I always tried to be
giving it my all was the best of me
no matter how I tried it just wouldn't be
polishing up trying to shine through
being buffed and looking good too
smiling ladies saying I'm their boo

Leave the Stomp....
 by Nathaniel Akers
10/19/2016

Inspired by Daniel 4:13-17

Leaving the stomp was all that was left
green light given to the enemies theft

flood gates opened for tragedy
aimed at destroying the rest of me

leaves stripped bare and branches empty
trouble keep circling trying to tempt me

flying's impossible when wings have been clipped
 going the right way now things have flipped

Saving my roots while obliterating a disgrace
taking mud life smeared it in my face

seeing red I have lost my place
chaining me inside the enemies base

I have become what I feared the most
the watchman who has abandoned his post

Not much left I am flat on my back
falling behind you can't lead the attack

Is it possible that I can be made again
making the Potter my best friend

roots can regrow at the command of GOD
regrow in places that others think is odd

the master of life said leave the stomp
I can remake what other have junked

When GOD sees a tree others see a stomp
God will remake what others take to the dump

Travel Well My Friend...

Nathaniel L. Akers
Monday, June 29, 2009

A breeze blows across my face, gone you are ---- I miss your embrace
Echoes of a time that’s past, I wish that our days would’ve forever last.
Prepared you are for your heavenly state, waving good-bye from the pearly gates.
Travel well I‘ll see you soon, remember to tell God to save me a room.
You lived your life everyday in grace, praying to God to one day see his face.
Seeing you now that white looks well---linen or silk? I cannot tell
Your face is glowing and your smiling now; job well done now take a bow.
The time has come for you to go; I’ll say good-bye as the angels say hello.
I watch you as you leave this place, you ran well and finished this race.
I will miss you! on that you can depend this is your beginning--- though it feels like the end.
Eyes are watering cause your far away, You smile and say there will be another day
I believe you words so my tears cease, I trust in God so I make my peace.
Your silhouette has all but disappeared. I can’t help it, here again comes the tears.
My heart is full cause my friend is gone, I’ll let my heart empty and carry on.
Memories unite us ---forever we will be, never will I forget you are my memories my the joys and laughter are my guarantees.
When you travel my friend travel well, Hold on tight to the hand of Raphael....

In The Ground...

In the Ground.... Song About Patience
by Nathaniel Akers

Darkened times and hidden faces
Sun don't shine in these dim places
Underground who even cares
Can't find me I'm being prepared.
What I'll be--- "Grace" did make me
Thank Lord that you did take me
to prepare me now in this hidden state
to Bring me Lord to your destined date.
Who knows me? I have no name
my greatness lies in hidden fame
mysterioulsy the sower sowed me
envisioning now how different I will be.
When I come forth and break the ground
what I've become it will astound
those who think I'm buried still
when what's alive is what they killed.
The difference now is what you're seeing
while in the ground it changed my being
the strength of what is now revealed
is the unveiling now of what's been sealed.
Above the ground grows the compliment
when what is now does not represent
the changes of this once malcontnent.
For what came forth is a glorious thing
the consequences of what life brings
when in the ground it was no sure thing.
For in the soil I left no traces
of my silent preparation,
hidden then in darkened places.
Transformation look at me
a sprouting bud and a fruitful tree.
While in the ground God did change me...